English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

free poem

do not grieve that it is over
over the river, on the hill
when the hours of day are numbered
brief on a flying night
city that is not a city
she burst fierce wine
she might have known it in the earlier spring
at midnight
there is an hour of peaceful rest
the ships are lying in the bay
i sometimes wonder if it's really true

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Halcyon Gallery to Hold First Gallery Exhibition of Bob Dylan Art (Art Daily)
  • Young@Heart-ers put new spin on pop (Orlando Sentinel)
  • Guttman's Wet Apples, White Blood Shares Adirondack Center's Best ... - Hamilton College News
  • Event: Play in Indian-English, Sonata, produced by Ensemble When ... - Calcutta Telegraph
  • Warren Brown Puts CakeLove on Paper - Arlington Connection
  • Maine sails: A briny breeze and way too much good food - Miami Herald
  • Senior projects inspire students with passion for learning (The Martha's Vineyard Times)
  • The power of a smile - star.com.my
  • You?re an Author? Me Too! (New York Times)
  • Our inner selves are linked to the outdoors - Roanoke Times
  • National poetry prizes awarded - Jam! Showbiz
  • So Whatcha Doin'?: Vincent Toro (San Antonio Express-News & KENS 5)
  • Celebration and questioning - Tonight South Africa
  • Spring Books at the Library - Wicked Local Manchester
  • A spoonful of creativity and a hot cup of coffee - Daily News & Analysis
 

Refinance today and save!

Florida Mortgage

November 2007 Mortgage News

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