English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

poetry poem

quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
ainsi tombé
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
course haut-soutenue
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
ne tournez pas votre tête
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Rotary celebrates successful year - Walcha News
  • Eminent scholar’s work on show at Bangor University - Daily Post
  • Thursday, July 24 - Advocate Weekly
  • Johnny Byrne: Writer of feelgood TV dramas - The Independent
  • 42 day detention, is it ‘justified’ or merely a case of ... - Pakistani Newspaper
  • It’s the Communism, Stupid - Canada Free Press
  • Gisaeng Spotlighted as Fashion Leaders - 코리아타임즈
  • Second time around - The Australian
  • YWCA program for kids who've seen domestic violence - Everett Herald
  • "WTF" of the day: Wii sex game (Salon.com)
  • Ex-Supreme Court Justice O’Connor at Elko’s Cowboy Poetry (Las Vegas Sun)
  • Jersey Cape Writer's Society invites criticism (Press of Atlantic City)
  • My week: Derek Addyman - Daily Telegraph
  • Christie's SwissArt Sale: From Albert Anker to Robert Zünd (Art Daily)
  • THE race is on to find the best poet in the area. - St. Albans Observer
 

Thinking about Refinancing Mortgage?

Florida Mortgage

November 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