English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

friend poem

if i were very sure
sleep, gray brother of death
one with you
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
calm as that second summer
there was a time in former years
i am singing to you
i have heard them in the night
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
i loved a woman
here lies a most beautiful lady
which i wish to remark

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Sexy In Bollywood - Reading Little India
  • daily digest 6.24 - Daily Herald
  • Leacock Summer Festival 2008 - Canada NewsWire (press release)
  • Poetry alive (7/13) - The Commercial Dispatch
  • Five-figure deal for Finn - The Bookseller (subscription)
  • Ray Beauchemin's Letters from Abu Dhabi: Why Dubai may covet Cirque -- location, location, diversification (Market Watch)
  • Jamaica Gleaner Entertainment - Jamaica Gleaner
  • Social upheaval shakes up Jewish family (Denver Post)
  • Myanmar stifling media freedom: RWB - Daily Times
  • Robin Williams comedy filming in Wallingford (Seattle Post-Intelligencer)
  • KENNETH COPELAND MINISTRIES UNDER FIRE. WHY SHOULD GOV. STICK ... - American Chronicle
  • Ready to rumble - Worcester Telegram
  • The revival in Britain's stately homes - Times Online
  • AS MAULUCCI: Use nature as an indirect element in your poetry - Norwich Bulletin
  • The rebellion of the oppressed human soul - The New Nation
 

Refinancing today can save you big bucks!

California Mortgages

Free Simple Mortgage Calculator

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