English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sad poem

chi ama la pioggia
chi è il corridore nei cieli
ho lanciato il mondo
ma non posso ora leggerlo
così caduto
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
aumentato dai morti
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
nelle mattine nube-grige
vecchio vino da bere
fate sentirsi
stuff della luna
dolce e forte
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Football is Chiefs tackle Tyler’s job, but music is his passion - Kansas City Star
  • An 'Office' worker takes to rock (The Philadelphia Inquirer)
  • Aug 10 - Aug 16 (53) - Andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com
  • Go for it, says English degree gran - Worcester News
  • Ramblin' men - Lowell Sun
  • The beauty of the art of the interned (Independent Race and Refugee News Network)
  • New faces, energy at Mills Lawn - Yellow Springs News
  • An honest ‘Outing’ - Washington Blade
  • Poetry book of the week: The Lost Leader by Mick Imlah (Independent)
  • writee on! - The Ledger
  • AP Profile of Cary Nelson - Chronicle of Higher Education (subscription)
  • Female mavericks of song put republic in its place - Turkish Daily News
  • Children's poems chosen for book - Harrow Times
  • Thomas Disch, prophet - Macleans.ca
  • Brereton rates draft prospects Rich, Naitanui and Watts - News.com.au
 

Mortgage Refinance

California Mortgage

Mortgage News Archives

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