English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

erotic poem

my son is dead and i am going blind
i went up and down the streets
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
lo! 'tis a gala night
over the river, on the hill
awful truths these be
for truth, for love

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Last Chance! Playbill's Reminder of NYC Shows Closing July 27 - Playbill.com
  • Book notes: Local author’s 2nd novel to publish this month - Asheville Citizen-Times
  • Writers safe and harmless - Inquirer.net
  • PARENTING: End-of-year school obligations drive parents batty (Lancaster Online)
  • Concert Preview: Voxx bears the mark of a gritty street rapper - Pittsburgh Post Gazette
  • Frequently Asked Questions - Tuscaloosa News
  • Under Milk Wood - Guardian Unlimited
  • Poetry comes to life at NWACC - Benton County Daily Record
  • Heralding a newspaperman’s life - Georgetown News Graphic
  • Exhibit on Bulgaria Hero and Poet Hristo Botev Opens in National ... - Sofia News Agency
  • Lindsay students sweep 1A UIL compeitions - Gainesville Daily Register
  • Remembering a fallen soldier - Star-Press
  • Meeting on Persian literature held in Istanbul - Tehran Times
  • Nation unites for heroes' homecomings (The Daily Star Lebannon)
  • Daily Planner: May 15 - Enterprise-Record
 

Refinancing Mortgages can save you money!

Get your Online Degrees today!

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