English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

death poem

a alguno los dioses gordos
el prado se arrastraba
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra
he ganado la raza
los drowses pálidos del día en el occidental empapan
nuestros momentos agradables vuelan
en números mournful
brilla la edad pasada, el siguiente con esperanza se ve
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
con la puesta del sol

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Tagore house to Twenty20, Rabindra Jayanti revelry sweeps Kolkata (Calcutta News)
  • Undaunted by her disorder - Hampton Roads Daily Press
  • Inspirational Youth Encourage You to Show Your Real Face (Marketwire via Yahoo! Finance)
  • Jim Norton: Conor McPherson's Poetry of the Everyday - Broadway.com
  • Britain's Got Talent judges wowed by real-life Billy Elliot - Glasgow Daily Record
  • Second chance to get it right? - Quad City Times
  • The Return of Kate Spencer - LubbockOnline.com
  • Family ties to New Zealand for poet (NZPA via Yahoo!Xtra News)
  • NETIZEN talks about human being that carries the city in him... Ike ... - Vanguard
  • June 2008 - Weekly Standard
  • Entertainment: Lessons from Antoine - Sacramento News & Review
  • Service Honors Those Who've Died in Defense of Israel - Jewish Exponent
  • All the fun without all the waste - Times-Standard
  • Two local youth win first place awards in Reading Rainbow Young ... - Villager
  • Polished Pearls Present Kipling - Clarksville Leaf Chronicle
 

Looking into a Refinance?

Home Mortgages

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