English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

suicide poem

he's gone
stir
sweet and strong
my sorrow, when she's here with me
i love my life, but not too well
mysterious night
i had a dream and i awoke with it
sad are they who know not love
my son is dead and i am going blind
world that changes under my hand
with the sunset
the fragrance came
to clothe the fiery thought
under a spreading chestnut tree

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Cancer patients learn the art of healing - FayObserver.com
  • Meta-musician - OregonLive.com (The Oregonian)
  • Your Calendar - West Lake County editions (The Times of Northwest Indiana)
  • Bringing Arab literature to an Anglophone audience (The Daily Star Lebannon)
  • Alberta poet a blunt bard who celebrates the oilpatch - Vancouver Sun
  • Mariah Carey's Wedding Bliss! - ETOnline.com
  • 'Mountain Women Rising' to be staged (The Hendersonville Times-News)
  • Now on stage - MetroMix
  • To B or Not to B - San Francisco Chronicle
  • Everything left unspoken - The Times
  • The spirit of 1968 - Times of India
  • Katherine Cloninger, Alexandra Kaye of Palm Beach tap creativity ... - Palm Beach Daily News
  • Disability arouses magical touch - Lancaster Eagle Gazette
  • Prince working on book to be published in the fall - Fosters Daily Democrat
  • 2008 Great Adirondack Young People’s Poetry Contest winners ... - Adirondack Daily Enterprise
 

Get better Mortgage Rates today and save!

Get your Online Degrees today!

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