English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

short funny poem

nous n'étions pas beaucoup
levé des morts
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
comme bougie blanche
doux et fort
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
remuez
bonheur
quand j'étais a enfoncé ŕ Londres
composé seul du loveliness

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • HERBIE HANCOCK (New York Post)
  • First Person: Let sun shine on 'Justice Summer' - Seattle Post Intelligencer
  • Start With the Arts Family Festival at Union Station - StreetInsider.com
  • More Life Festival’s events include “The Changing Face of AIDS ... - Pegasus News
  • New York City life shaped punkish Ravens & Chimes - Georgia Straight
  • New Translation of Hafiz Reveals the Mysticism of Poet Called "The ... - PR-USA.net (press release)
  • THE SCORE — Neruda, Prokofiev lovers take note - Aspen Daily News
  • The Herbaliser – “Same As It Never Was” - femalefirst.co.uk
  • Storybook career path - Hampton Roads Daily Press
  • Al Gore's Modest Proposal - Political Affairs Magazine
  • Francis Bacon's Triptych 1975 Sells for Record 86.3 Million at ... - Art Daily
  • Allan Ahlberg: 'The fun thing is still making the book' - Telegraph.co.uk
  • Church musical tradition endures today, Pope tells audience - Catholic World News
  • Triumphant magical tour rocks town - Hertfordshire Mercury
  • Moodie's old home sheds its rough image - Nationalpost.com
 

Mortgage Quotes

California Mortgage

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