English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

suicide poetry

l'air est comme un papillon
vécu à côté de la rive
hors de la mer de scintillement
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
fait longtemps polir la lumière du soleil d'été
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
je suis vieux et aveugle
dites-moi pas
ne restez pas plus

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • THE TWO KINDS OF DECAY - New York Times
  • The Irony of Flatness @ Bury Art Gallery - Manchester Online
  • Shakespeare on Film: The Animated Tales - MovieMaker Magazine
  • Film Capsules - Before the Rain - VUE Weekly
  • Class of 2008: Valedictorians and Salutatorians (The San Angelo Standard-Times)
  • Entertainment Calendar - Novato Advance
  • Greece's Delphi retains the power to inspire (Miami Herald)
  • Twin Cities Chinese groups use concert for quake aid - Minneapolis Star Tribune
  • Published Jefferson Hills poet also was longtime piano teacher - Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
  • Gratuitous curlicues - Telegraph.co.uk
  • Writing a haiku in German - often a tight squeeze - Nation - Thailand
  • Community Calendar - July 8 (Akron Beacon Journal)
  • Where the Sad Things Hide - Teen Ink
  • Insurers give worn flags a final salute - Lynnwood Enterprise
  • Community bids a fond farewell longtime Carmel principal - Chicago Daily Herald
 

Is Refinancing right for you?

Home Mortgage

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