English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

epic poetry

within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
not from the whole wide world
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the old songs
when i was broke in london
here lies a most beautiful lady
awful truths these be
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
the arches of the red bridge

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Perry-Mansfield will roll out "Mama Hated Diesels" in June - Denver Post
  • China makes room for Rae - North Shore Times
  • 'Better Mus' Come' filled with drama, action - Jamaica Gleaner
  • More from Amistad Composer Anthony Davis - Charleston City Paper
  • Alan Sillitoe: 'I've really only got one story - mine' (Guardian Unlimited)
  • Leonard Cohen: Fan verdict - bbc
  • What's on Joyce Sparrow's nightstand? - Tampabay.com
  • Tribute: Jeremy L. Harris “was like a giant teddy bear” (The Kansas City Star)
  • Music note: Jistoray shoot from the hip - Twin Cities Planet
  • A New Book with a Feminine Approach to Visionary Business - PR.com
  • Urdu awards event set for May 15 (Gulf Times)
  • Amitabh Bachchan plans a memorial for his father - Zee News
  • Nevis poised to take off economically, top education official says - Sun St.Kitts/Nevis
  • Entertainment calendar (Explorer News)
  • Is Aisha Tyler as funny as she is beautiful? Find out this weekend. It ... - Cleveland Plain Dealer
 

Mortgage Quotes

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