English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

type of poem

glooms of the live-oaks
a little peach in the orchard grew
i am in love with high far-seeing places
i never knew the earth had so much gold
with the meek, brown eyes
a bird sang
i stood
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
before the solemn bronze saint
you are clear
when i go back to earth
with the sunset

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Mark our nation's birthday at events around the city - Calgary Herald
  • The Ghost Soldiers by James Tate - Bookslut
  • Words fly at Southern Fried Poetry Slam (Tallahassee Democrat)
  • Baird joining 'Idol' on Waltham stage - Gloucester Daily Times
  • We Don’t Stop - Common Ground
  • Remembering “Scouter” Mac - Stabroek News
  • David Hyde Pierce Set for MTC's Broadway Revival of Accent on Youth - Broadway.com
  • Wednesday, Jun 4th - San Francisco Bay Guardian
  • Sixth-graders paint roses red at reading - Record-Courier
  • Indy Parks Talent Showcase set for Friday - Indianapolis Star
  • Ancient Egyptian Folklore Is Source of Innovative Literary Collection - PR Web (press release)
  • Hitler's Vindication - Indymedia Ireland
  • All the Little Letdowns - Aversion
  • Local Poet Featured in National "Chronic Pain" Magazine - PR.com (press release)
  • Cultural evolution: Hamilton - Ontario's "Steeltown" becomes Artstown - TravelVideo.tv (press release)
 

Mortgage Quote

Florida 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