English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sad poetry

penso spesso alla cittą bella
la notte era nera e drear
forse č materia che avete morto
gli archi del ponticello rosso
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
non si addolori che finito
metą di piaceri e palazzi benchč possiamo vagare
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
vedrņ stasera una stella
nel vostro volo
come un uomo nudo io va
la neve bisbiglia circa me

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Central clean-up day celebrates community - Cheektowaga Times
  • Puhallo's poems are for you, pardner (Whistler Question)
  • WITTY KILLER TO KILLER WIT (New York Post)
  • THE TOP 100 GUITAR SONGS OF ALL TIME - Daily Express
  • Female education under attack - Pakistan Observer
  • Bevan plaque for NHS anniversary - BBC News
  • ā€˜Divisive’ study on Muslim attitudes comes under fire (Sunday Herald)
  • Arundel Town Column — April 10 - Portsmouth Herald
  • Bolton faiths unite for victims of disasters - Bolton News
  • News Briefs - North Bay Nugget
  • Featured Photo: "Between the lines" (The Daily Texan)
  • Camp Ayandeh 2008 Report From Emory - Radio Javan
  • Prospect Hts. woman dies in crash in Lombard (Daily Herald)
  • Madison County Gravesite Preservation Project (WCAV Charlottesville)
  • Caught in the Act - NY Arts Magazine
 

Get a better Mortgage Rate today and save!

Home 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