English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

birthday poem

my soul is a dark ploughed field
the long resounding marble corridors
it was a tall young oysterman
a look is but a ray
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
in your flight
brother, i am fire
my son is dead and i am going blind
i despise my friends more than you
i fill this cup
in all things not spoken of
i know what you're going to say
i loved a woman
soft as the bed in the earth

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Erudite yet under-rehearsed - Globe and Mail
  • Tattle: Heart attack sidelines Kelsey Grammer - Philadelphia Daily News
  • Lady Natasha Spender remembers Edith Sitwell - Telegraph.co.uk
  • Children can’t vote, but can read - The Hill
  • 'Footprints' author tiff steps into court - DetNews.com
  • Now on stage - MetroMix
  • Ex-Commissioner proffers solution to corruption - The Tide
  • More Than $2000000 in Grants for The Big Read - National Endowment for the Arts
  • Grand Junction briefly news ... June 27, 2008 edition - Grand Junction Free Press
  • Everyone Expects Me to Write Another Streetcar Begins Abingdon Run ... - Playbill.com
  • Weimar Journal A Postscript for a Writer, 200 Years in the Works - New York Times
  • TODAY’S BEST BETS (The Citizens' Voice)
  • The power of one - Times Colonist
  • War victims remembered - Manchester Online
  • 成考专升本英语阅读难点关键句五 - 百灵
 

Get a Home Loan today and save!

Florida Mortgages

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