English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

kid poem

the meadow was creeping
in your flight
the poets tell
long ago, in the young moonlight
i stand in the cold gray weather
but alas, just dreams
the air is full of dawn and spring
a mist was driving down
in mournful numbers
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
i despise my friends more than you
sleep, gray brother of death
give me

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Let the snowball battle begin - Joburg
  • REVIEW: ‘Playlist’ blends laughs, charm - Colorado Springs Gazette
  • Active Interest Media, Inc. Acquires Yellowstone Journal Corporation - Forbes
  • Nagaland news on Localbrief sept 12 - MorungExpress
  • Local briefs for Sept. 18, 2008 - Ocala
  • Jiminy Peak: There’s Something - iBerkshires.com
  • Spenard fling generates cash for art project - Anchorage Daily News (subscription)
  • American Christians Detained In China - The Bulletin
  • Caesar conquered - London Free Press
  • Looking at and beyond the transition years (Philippine Daily Inquirer)
  • Good Ol' Bill - KELOLAND TV
  • The Wheel Thing (Baltimore City Paper)
  • Hip-Hop Culture: An Alternative View - Jamestown Post Journal
  • Interactivity & Empowerment: Eight Innovators Place in 2008 Knight-Batten Awards for Innovations (Newswise)
  • South Africa: Musical Concert to Celebrate Madiba's Life - AllAfrica.com
 

Mortgage Quotes

Second Mortgage

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