English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

funeral poem

hay cualquiera allí
me pregunto a veces si es realmente verdad
quién ama la lluvia
todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
dulce y fuerte
he tenido un miedo en mi vida
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
con los ojos mansos, marrones
trenzado y tejido
hermano, soy fuego
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • 'Dear American Airlines' by Jonathan Miles - Los Angeles Times
  • Wishes for Madiba pour in as city gets ready to party - Cape Argus (subscription)
  • Framingham classmates remember Caique Souza - Framingham TAB
  • NEWS- Farewell, George: Writers stunned, saddened by icon ... - The Hook
  • Tom Sheehan at area coffee house - Saugus Advertiser
  • Williams clash in seventh grand slam - News.com.au
  • Book Review - Stabroek News
  • 'American letters' No. 6: Viriville is a state of mind - Beaufort Gazette
  • AA-S Best Bet - Austin Poetry Slam: - Austin 360 (subscription)
  • Martin on Gary V: Poetry in motion - ABS CBN News
  • When Fur Starts Flying: Animal communicators tune in to their ... - Winston-Salem Journal
  • May 2008 - AccessAtlanta
  • Boardwalk in Cape Town - May 20, 2008 - Tonight
  • Dashavtar music not multi-faceted - Times of India
  • Fathers of year find time to laugh, read and travel with families - Nashville Tennessean
 

Looking into a Refinance?

Home Mortgages

December 2007 Mortgage News

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