English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

erotic poem

le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
je ne brûle aucun encens
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
s'est levé et l'ambre était le coucher du soleil sur le fleuve
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
les jours hypocrites

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • “I shot a man in Reno†- Reno News & Review
  • Where are they now? - guardian.co.uk
  • 'Panda' designer breaks it down - Variety
  • Chicago notes (The Times of Northwest Indiana)
  • Mamma Mia, it's Meryl! (Creative Loafing Tampa)
  • Life in my City: The success story of a private partnership deal... - Vanguard
  • Poetry and good storytelling is the core: Neelesh Misra - India Infoline.com
  • Do North - Salem News
  • The Poetry Party of the Year - PR.com
  • Cold snack tasty enough for poetry judges (Otago Daily Times)
  • LOCAL UPDATE - Grand Forks Herald
  • Miles Kington Remembered: For rulings on the English language ... - Independent
  • Student artist of the week — May 17 - Fairbanks Daily News-Miner
  • Chinese school of rock? Somebody tell Jack Black - Edmonton Sun
  • For Princeton, with love (The Star-Ledger)
 

Mortgage Quote

Second Mortgages

December 2007 Mortgage News

Poetry | Home | 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