English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sad poem

los pequeńos rezos blancos
en alguna parte leí un cuento extrańo, viejo, oxidado
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
esposa querida
usted dice que usted me ama
oscuro-eyed
camino abajo de las trayectorias del jardín
todos dentro y todos sin mí
vea que me doy usted
pájaros contra el viento de abril
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Editor's Mailbag (July 17) - Albany Democrat-Herald
  • Lights, Camera, Action (The Shelby Star)
  • Community news - Daily Reflector
  • Thinking Too Much - Southeast Missourian
  • Husband’s memory provides abundant dose of inspiration - Providence Journal
  • Build a community of peace in Rochester to thwart violence - Democrat and Chronicle
  • EDUCATION: Upson students win essay contest - Lockport Union-Sun
  • Wary Basra Begins to Revive - Daily Herald
  • RECENT ITEMS» (Filter Magazine)
  • Bad choice for Memorial Day - La Crosse Tribune
  • Follow the Dylan Thomas trail (Guardian Unlimited)
  • Four New Plays in Southern Writers' Project Festival Set in Alabama - AHN
  • Charter school takes on big challenge (Rocky Mountain News)
  • Poet so inspired by Blackburn, he’s written a book about it - Lancashire Telegraph
  • Holy Rollers: ministry keeps ladies looking, feeling good - Temple Daily Telegram
 

Get better Mortgage Rates today and save!

California 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