English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

narrative poetry

why do
there is no flock, however watched and tended
arched the flood
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
day is done
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
i am fevered
my son is dead and i am going blind
i said
our pleasant moments fly
i saw him once before
little gate was reached at last
the agony of having too much power

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • AT THE COLLEGES - Providence Journal
  • BELGIUM IN BULGARIA: Business and poetry in the mind of a Belgian ... - Sofia Echo
  • Words is all I have - Chandigarh Tribune
  • Pop and Rock Listings - New York Times
  • Let the snowball battle begin - Joburg
  • Bars & Clubs, Music & Dance, Stage & Screen and Galleries Aug. 15-21 - Times Herald-Record
  • Selling their ‘Babies’ - Packet Online
  • BOOK NOTE: Celebrating Saint Paul - Twin Cities Planet
  • Book Review: "All the Pretty Horses" - Wesleyan Argus
  • Musicals and revivals highlight Broadway season (The News Journal)
  • Big Brother 9’s girl next bore - Mirror.co.uk
  • Snapshot of the Convention (Portland Tribune)
  • Erik Darling, folk musician noted for hit 'Walk Right In' - Boston Globe
  • U.S. poet laureate found it hard to hide her talents (San Diego Union-Tribune)
  • 3rd satire festival to be held in autumn (Islamic Republic News Agency)
 

Get better Mortgage Rates today and save!

Second Mortgage

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