English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

lyric poetry

my mother taught me that every night
long ago, in the young moonlight
sun stepped down from his golden throne
up and down he goes
the agony of having too much power
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
why do you always stand there shivering
we were not many
softly now the light of day
through the broad earth's aching breast
i have heard them in the night
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
when night drifts along the streets of the city
braided and woven

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Anne Arundel Datebook
  • Most Popular - Phoenix New Times
  • Tribute concert to celebrate life of Earl Madary
  • The Buffalo Small Press Book Fair Returns - Artvoice
  • Editorial: The Art and Science of Living Well - Berkeley Daily Planet
  • Award for translations of Rozewicz’s poetry - Thenews.pl
  • Cheap Religion - Christian Post
  • 'Song Yet Sung' by James McBride - Pittsburgh Post Gazette
  • Pacman to be a Cowboy -- and I think that's just fine - Big Blue View
  • He Hass to be the best - Bulletin (subscription)
  • Etisalat Reveals Top 10 English Tones On Weyak Greetune (Zawya)
  • Spring Arts Preview: Shouts And Murmurs At 'Ground Zero' (Jackson Free Press)
  • Anzac Day remembers war heros - Birmingham Post
  • Put a pen to paper for history's sake
  • 05/05 09:02 AM - The Corner on National Review Online
 

Get a Home Loan today and save!

Florida Mortgage

Mortgage News Archives

Poetry | 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