English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

teen love poem

above them all, looking down
be in me as the eternal moods
she said
with lips blood red and heart of stone
the meadow was creeping
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i stood
splendid and terrible your love
i am singing to you
stir

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Summer activities abound at area libraries (County Press)
  • Kuwaiti, Tunisian poets come together in Hammamet - Al Watan Daily
  • A world without Montana - Newark Star-Ledger
  • WNMU professor to speak at Rizal conference - Deming Headlight
  • Poetry Slam - Molokai Dispatch
  • American and Irish poets at Sheridan’s - Galway Advertiser
  • School bids farewell to longtime teacher, nurse - Newburyport Daily News
  • Community spirit shines at St. Stephen’s (The Daily Item)
  • A man of the animals - Surrey Leader
  • Pentucket: 'Classic teacher' retires after 30 years (The Daily News of Newburyport)
  • Former AP Haiti correspondent Michael Norton dies (AP via Yahoo! News)
  • Where are they now? - Owen Sound Sun Times
  • Acting as he likes it - Tonight South Africa
  • Giving Epic a live music foundation - Minneapolis Star Tribune
  • Flying on fresh wings - Beeld
 

Refinance your Mortgage today and save!

Home 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