English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

halloween poem

juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
voici ne tomber aucune lumière
exprimons nos passions plus basses
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
vous êtes mon compagnon
élever, comme vent a soufflé
regarder là-bas

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Award-winning historian, dedicated Southern Illinois U. professor ... - U-Wire.com
  • Tracking down a real-life Indiana Jones - Niagara Falls Review
  • East St. Louis student's essay on violence wins statewide contest - News-Democrat
  • SENA - Ghana, Hungary, and music that bridges - Ghana Music.com
  • Young writers look into hearts - Fort Wayne Journal Gazette
  • Frisco's free tours are a treat - Atlanta Journal Constitution
  • North Ridgeville's Aut-O-Rama Twin Drive-in celebrates an American ... - Cleveland Plain Dealer
  • Sock It to Me! - Huffington Post
  • American Indian artists will perform during Poetry Corner Presents - Cortez Journal
  • The slow design movement is picking up speed - Chicago Tribune
  • Here is the city report on former City Court Clerk Ed Hammonds ... - The Chattanoogan
  • Earth scientists greet the people of Mars with a DVD - Hong Kong Standard
  • Manifesto - Washington City Paper
  • He really nose, you know - Tonight
  • NORM: Kirshner works on big Vegas project - Las Vegas Review - Journal
 

Mortgage Quote

Florida Mortgages

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