English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

angel poem

from our hidden places
my sorrow, when she's here with me
i saw the first pear
there is an hour of peaceful rest
mysterious night
let me be sad
i shall see a star tonight
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
she said
some of the hurts you have cured
the hypocritic days
as i lie roofed in, screened in
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
i know what you're going to say

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Calif. Hep B Free Concert Tour Launches - AsianWeek
  • FYI October 1 (The Columbian)
  • Sir Ben Kingsley Plays Roth’s Concupiscent Kepesh as Cruz Nudes Up - New York Observer
  • You can take the man out of Big Easy - Guardian Unlimited
  • Best Bets: Out and About - St. Louis Post-Dispatch
  • 10 things Miley Cyrus should avoid - AZCentral.com
  • Why Elbow winning the Mercury is reassuring, if unexciting, news - Guardian Unlimited
  • In Control, La Chat Gets Hands Dirty - RedOrbit
  • Oh, for a poet laureate - The Kingston Whig-Standard
  • Fahmida praises PPP workers - The Post
  • What Does Karadzic's Capture Mean? - New Republic
  • The new war against TB - Guardian Unlimited
  • Casual Wedding Hairstyles - American Chronicle
  • Kanaka'ole blends old and new traditions (Honolulu Advertiser)
  • My week in Media: Pablo Ganguli - Independent
 

Should you Refinance?

Florida Mortgage

Free Simple Mortgage Calculator

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