English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

grandma poem

i reside at table mountain
which i wish to remark
i saw the clouds among the hills
why so sad my lovely one?
a look is but a ray
is there anybody there
he's gone
weak-winged is song
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
night is dark, and the winter winds
what do i owe to you
little park that i pass through
melancholy days have come
tell me not

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • 'Everything Is Cinema': A forgiving biography of Jean-Luc Godard - International Herald Tribune
  • The Southard Grange, Route 9, Howell, will host the following ... - News Transcript
  • Sometimes Garbage Art Is Just Garbage - Blackbookmag.com
  • Tens of thousands mourn Palestinian poet Darwish - Middle East Online
  • Religion News Updated 8-14-08 - Petoskey News-Review
  • What They Teach you at Harvard Business School: My Two Years Inside the Cauldron of Capitalism by Philip Delves ... (Times Online)
  • Allow executions of child rapists - La Crosse Tribune
  • BWAZ to launch HIV/Aids awareness programme (The Herald)
  • Friday Books: poetry slams, Civil Rights, energy independence and ... - Facing South
  • Trick roper thrills crowd at cowboy culture awards (Lubbock Avalanche-Journal)
  • Optimism on canvas (The Daily Tribune)
  • G 8 - Hitler's Creation! - Boston IMC
  • Lord Byron's fanmail uncovered - Daily Telegraph
  • Poetry peepshow staged for literary voyeurs at Toronto arts festival - Canada East
  • (No heading) - Nashua Telegraph
 

Mortgage Quote

Florida Mortgage

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