English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

romantic love poem

lady, your heart has turned to dust
within my hand i hold
the long resounding marble corridors
there by the window in the old house
a little peach in the orchard grew
what spiteful chance steals unawares
why then, must we see?
let us express our baser passions
she was a beauty in the days
brief on a flying night
the swan existing
beneath the warrior's helm
often is it not so?

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Local Beat (Corsicana Daily Sun)
  • STARFLEET PERSONNEL FILE: Data - startrek.com
  • Calendar: Concerts - SunJournal.com (subscription)
  • CPAC opens new drama - Sentinel & Enterprise
  • Palace sets stage for literature's Everywoman (Albany Times Union)
  • KARLA MASS: The week's most talked about book - Charlotte Observer
  • Our view: Busy City Council shouldn't have role in choosing laureate - Gloucester Daily Times
  • In a different medium, Lennon tapped into his childlike side - San Diego Union Tribune
  • LAist Interview: Ed Park, founding editor of The Believer and ... - LAist
  • 96 Hours - San Francisco Gate
  • Silverado '75: Live and Unreleased - PopMatters
  • What you see is what you get with Vivimarie - Sunday Times.lk
  • On Poetry: Non-Hallmark words for father (Traverse City Record-Eagle)
  • Saved by poetry - Malaysia Star
  • Tribeca's Downtown Upside - New York Sun
 

Get a Home Loan today and save!

California 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