English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

black poetry

i had a dream and i awoke with it
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
i love to steal awhile away
you say you love me
there is a city, builded by no hand
up from the meadows rich with corn
i shall see a star tonight
a storm is riding on the tide
often i think of the beautiful town
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
my son is dead and i am going blind
the earth keeps some vibration going

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Unity party going on right now - Texas Examiner
  • New Hanover Cultural Activities - Star News Online
  • Ramblings from Hell (The Tech)
  • Original Meaning of the Olympic Games - Huffington Post
  • SPIRITUAL BOOK LIST FOR KIDS - Belief.Net
  • Cowboy Poets gather in Prescott next month - Wickenburg Sun
  • Genki Rockets - Heavenly Star - CD Times
  • SOON Productions to present reading with poets Jibade-Khalil ... - Ithaca Journal
  • TEMPO: Kip Calahan this week at AFP - Sierra Vista Herald
  • News briefs (The Marion Sentinel)
  • Voices of Inexperience, Relating War’s Horrors - New York Times
  • Witty Repartee - Metro Weekly
  • Ogunquit Town Column — Aug. 21 - Portsmouth Herald News
  • Masterful Sculptures, Formed of Clay (New York Times)
  • Food for thought Keystone College hosts literary conference - Scranton Times
 

Should you Refinance?

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