English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian | Romanian

teen poem

we who stood
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
my son is dead and i am going blind
two rows of cabbages
when you come tonight
my soul is a dark ploughed field
do not turn your head
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
in mournful numbers


Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Cowboy poet Jerry Jones to perform at Kenwood View
  • Archery, poetry, dancing: Rashad Jennings adds ‘Dancing With The Stars’ to his eclectic offseason resume
  • Registration Opens For 7th Season Of 'Prince Of Poets' Competition
  • Soup'ed Up Poetry Slam! at Dudley Cafe
  • From Russia with love: Iris DeMent brings her songs, storytelling chops to The Kate, June 10 - Shoreline Times
  • No place like home: Tornado Magnet's Dotty at Theatre Network
  • Steve Russell: Resisting apartheid and genocide in the Donald Trump era
  • Friends of Rockhound: 'Enchanting Cowboy' returns
  • Wave Books’ Matthew Zapruder
  • Can Roman martyrs, English poets, Hallmark be blamed for Valentine's Day phenomenon?
  • Poet, retired Gustatuvs professor Rezmerski dies at age 74
  • Indian-American children recite poems at White House; get a shout-out from Obamas
  • Great Quotations: John Prine
  • Foundations' Black Arts program awards more than $200K for Pittsburgh projects - Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
  • Rammstein singer surprises with poetry performance in Russia

Poetry | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Privacy

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

www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2010 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved