English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

haiku poem

l'air est comme un papillon
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
comme égaliser tombe
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
mélancolie, bleu il était
fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
je tiens votre coeur

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Emily Bazelon, Melinda Henneberger, Dahlia Lithwick and - Washington Post
  • 'All's well' this summer in Jackson - pride source.com
  • Poetry Reading at Dr. Java Coffeehouse - WKRG
  • THEATER REVIEW from New York: ‘Osage County' hits close to home (The Kansas City Star)
  • Quick Takes: Out Before He Started, Gender and Students’ Online ... - Inside Higher Ed
  • The Sphere of Economic Calculation (Ludwig von Mises Institute)
  • Last Things: Emily Brontë’s Poems - OUPblog
  • Vietnam: Eight Vietnamese Writers Receive Prestigious Human Rights ... - Báo Tổ Quốc
  • Government of Canada Supports Cape Breton's Magazine Centre for ... - Market Wire
  • The Imposter - Sunday Herald
  • The next Ethel Merman... - Broadway World
  • America Back on Track... for Wednesday, July 2nd - OpEdNews
  • TheStar.com | entertainment | Cohen adds another show at Toronto stop - Toronto Star
  • Kay Ryan, a Laureate Worth Lauding - New York Sun
  • Memorial meet - Calcutta Telegraph
 

Get better Mortgage Rates today and save!

Florida Mortgages

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