English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

footprint poem

environ porté plainte au maître
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
remuez
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
mais alas, rêves justes
j'ai eu un rêve et je me suis réveillé avec lui
un orage monte sur la marée

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Seeking answers: Victim's 13-year-old friend turns to poetry to ... - Killeen Daily Herald
  • Channeling Shakespeare (The Phoenix)
  • Chicago poet translates sorrow of immigrants into his works - Des Moines Register
  • A nation ales as the common coldie epidemic strikes - The Australian
  • Christina Patterson: Equal opportunities? That's so public sector - The Independent
  • Going-to-the-Sun Road's 75th anniversary celebration is packed ... - Great Falls Tribune
  • Sorted for rhymes and lines: the secret of great lyrics - Independent
  • 2008 Piney Awards Revealed - pilot.com
  • VIPs tell students that character counts (The Arizona Republic)
  • Abuse of children linked to teenage births - Kankakee Daily Journal
  • Outdoors calendar - Fort Worth Star-Telegram
  • Library events in June - This is Devizes
  • Why Danielle Steel is 'critic-proof' (CNN.com)
  • Improvisation...Like The Weather - All About Jazz
  • The Impostor, by Damon Galgut - Independent
 

Refinance today and save!

Get your Online Degree today!

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