English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian | Romanian

son poem

pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
li ho detestati
della l'oscuritĂ  e pace nel mia base finale
dal profondo e l'oscuritĂ 
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
è ci qualcuno là
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
calma come che seconda estate
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
come esso
le stelle sono caduto da cielo

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • 'Emily Dickinson's World' next weekend - Amherst Bulletin
  • Ed Pavlic's requiem for Donny Hathaway (Vermont Cynic)
  • Hyattsville Students Find Power in Words - Washington Post
  • RenFaire artists like to stay in character (Las Cruces Sun-News)
  • Barack Obama's nude mom's photos surface. "Momma was a Freak!" - The Spoof (satire)
  • High Growth Forecasted for the Indian Lingerie Industry: Trends ... - MarketWatch
  • Worlds apart, yet related by tradition (The Japan Times)
  • NY1 Theater Review: "Romantic Poetry" - NY1
  • The city’s newest hot spot: An arts center - Buffalo News
  • Nigeria: 'NAFest Meant to Showcase Nigeria's Culture' (AllAfrica.com)
  • Australian police force 'modelled on Reservoir Dogs' - Telegraph.co.uk
  • Sorry about the last 25 years ... - Edmonton Sun
  • Creative collaboration at Mashpee Commons - Falmouth Bulletin
  • Thursday, October 02, 2008 (Marion Chronicle-Tribune)
  • Lucinda Williams - City Pages
 

Get a better Mortgage Rate today and save!

Second Mortgages

Poetry | Home | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved