English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian | Romanian

poem for dad

l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
remplacez la vision du plaisir
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final
un orage monte sur la marée
comme égaliser tombe
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
les jours endeared à chaque MUSE

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • In realtor’s death, a big city is reminded it is still a small town - National Post
  • Music venue moving to hit right note at festival - Kent News
  • 2Do Calendar - Pittsburgh Post Gazette
  • Razorlight: Slipaway Fires - guardian.co.uk
  • Manchester Literature Festival - The Asian News
  • Marching to their own drummer - Cape Cod Times
  • Words and lyrics by... - Mydesert.com
  • Firefox’s Halloween Mega-Roundup of Horror-on-DVD - Firefox News
  • History in pictures - The Australian
  • Naya Nagar keeps a wary eye on its flock - Times of India
  • A New Twist on Home Economics (Carteret County News-Times)
  • Hill Canadianizes slave literature; Grant celebrates North Preston - TheChronicleHerald.ca
  • Outhouse salesman has a good singing voice - Scripps News
  • Teen dies of fall injuries (Owen Sound Sun Times)
  • Jackson, Wyoming - Monday, November 17, 2008 - Jackson Hole Star-Tribune
 

Looking into a Refinance?

Get your Online Degree today!

Mortgage News Archives

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