English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

narrative poetry

shades of night were falling fast
those black eyes i once so praised
my mother taught me that every night
the shadows of the ships
within my hand i hold
there by the window in the old house
storm
come down at dawn from windless hills
the old west, the old time
the lightning flashed, and lifted
who is the runner in the skies

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Barak Obama’s Pakistan Connections - All Things Pakistan
  • Oates steps into 'tabloid hell' with wild murder mystery (Concord Monitor)
  • Joyce Morley-Ball, Counselor - Atlanta Journal Constitution
  • Shop Til you Drop - Jewish News Weekly
  • Poetic licence (The Star)
  • Lesbian rights pioneer Del Martin dies - San Francisco Chronicle
  • Wednesday, Sep 3rd - San Francisco Bay Guardian
  • MUSHROOM SEASON: HUNTS, FESTIVALS AND DINNERS - Welland Tribune
  • Literary Calendar - The Gazette (Montreal)
  • Ode to a great city - Bennington Banner
  • Things to do Calendar - Warren Reporter
  • 'Rome 1960' — a book worth reading - Deseret News
  • Former Highway Superintendent Found Dead Shortly After Receiving Prison Sentence (East Aurora Advertiser)
  • What The "Subprime Poetry Crisis" Means For The Overheated Metapor Market [Freakoutnomics] (Gawker)
  • Reminiscence, political protest dominate Browne’s latest effort - Worcester Telegram
 

Refinancing today can save you big bucks!

California Mortgages

October 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