English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian | Romanian

romantic poem

ich stand das geöffnete Flügelfenster bereit
ruhig mit reverance, im Awe
glooms der Lebeneichen
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
sehen Sie, sie zurückgehen
ich fülle diese Schale
es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach
im Bereich
Sonne und Wind und Schlag von Meer
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
gegangen vor uns
wie das Glätten fällt

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Jockstrip: The world as we know it. (Moldova.org)
  • New Khayyam CD - Persian Mirror
  • Darwish was the winner of numerous international literary prizes - Middle East Online
  • DCist Interview: Sarah Vowell (DCist)
  • Oppose North American Union - La Crosse Tribune
  • The Lure of Namibia - Rocky Mount Telegram
  • Camp helps teens realize their potential (The Charleston Gazette)
  • Review: Righteous Kill - Box Office Prophets
  • Venetian Walls - An Exhibition of Paintings by JB Berkow - Ed ... - PR Web (press release)
  • For their fans, these are definitely keepers - Birmingham News
  • Musical rules were made to be broken at An die Musik event (Baltimore Sun)
  • Duo plan fabulous Miss Independence pageant (Mmegi)
  • Rockefeller Says Days With Daughter 'Glorious' (WBZ Boston)
  • Special: 2nd death anniversary of poet Shamsur Rahman observed - The New Nation
  • Poster poems: The rhythm of the falling rain - Guardian Unlimited
 

Refinance Mortgage

Florida 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