English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

teen poems

friend, whose smile has come to be
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
on and on
a pen of steel
there is no flock, however watched and tended
take my bracelets
listen
i am old and blind
she might have known it in the earlier spring
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
i saw with open eyes
this ancient silver bowl of mine

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • China cracks down on earthquake rumors - Los Angeles Times
  • Movie Review: Speed Racer - Pegasus News
  • Letter: Allan Rodway - Guardian Unlimited
  • A Conversation with Steve Earle (Pittsburgh City Paper)
  • Rushdie traces the roots of his latest award-winning tale (The Star)
  • Cumming dares and bares in lively "Bacchae" revamp - MSN UK News
  • Luna Guitars Releases Neo Electric Guitars (Harmony Central)
  • One Frosting licks the others; onto the next contest - MinnPost.com
  • Tom Waits returning to Houston for 1st time in 28 years - Houston Chronicle
  • CPAC opens new drama (Sentinel & Enterprise)
  • 'Step outside the box': Immaculate grads urged to pursue their dreams (The News-Times)
  • Move Over, George and Martha — Stitching's Stu and Abby Get US ... - Playbill.com
  • What does constitute academic freedom? - BlueRidgeNow.com
  • Help asked for moms in crisis - The Courier News
  • Fiction and poetry on display at UW’s Castalia Reading - UW Daily Online
 

Mortgage Refinance

California Mortgages

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