English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

family poem

la hija, arte del thou viene morir
el nińo que lanzó lejos la hoja después de la hoja
todos tragan los ańos
el merriment sin fin, absurdo de estrellas
no sea falso
le estoy cantando
los poetas dicen
de largo hace, en el claro de luna joven
el aire es como una mariposa
cuando era adaptó Londres
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Tour offers access to Lindsay Home servant’s quarters, renovated sites (The State Journal-Register)
  • Michael B. Casey, 76 (Baltimore Sun)
  • Mansfield birthday party rolls on! - Mansfield News Journal
  • Found poetry - Boston Globe
  • 'Yeti' can be disappointing at times (Salem Statesman Journal)
  • In the footsteps of Mao (Louisville Courier-Journal)
  • Court throws the book at Frost home trespassers - Los Angeles Times
  • International Song - Berkshire Eagle
  • Back - due to popular demand - guardian.co.uk
  • The’Don’t Miss’ Summer - Downtown LA Scene
  • Do it yourself - Seattle Post Intelligencer
  • The Franklin Cover Up - Commercial - Punknews.org
  • Rucker defends her right to be a poet - Metro
  • 'Algren' captures city's gritty magic - Chicago Sun-Times
  • Works for strings are featured on Chandos' Leighton disc - Cherry Hill Courier Post
 

Mortgage Refinance

Second Mortgages

Free Simple Mortgage Calculator

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