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

erotic poem

Blüten der Babys
ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
Nacht war schwarz und drear
bleiben Sie nicht mehr
gute Frau
geheimnisvolle Nacht
wie Adler auf hoher Höhe
Kurzschluß und süsses und wir sind zum Ende von ihm gekommen
Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE
letzter Mitternacht
während ich das Hören stand, diskret dumb
einmal dieser weiche Rasen

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Joe Louis and Friends - Birmingham News
  • I live in silence with many voices - The Punch
  • 'Frozen River' smuggles in small victories - Minneapolis Star Tribune
  • City celebrates AMOCAT award-winners Oct. 29 - Tacoma Daily News
  • ‘Fringe Festival’ Play ‘The Deciders’ Draws Special Guest Cindy ... - Brooklyn Daily Eagle
  • Geoff Oldfather: 9/11 victim's father from Palm City recalls dark day ... - Fort Pierce Tribune
  • UK Welcomes Students to Campus - UK News
  • All The Rest - Rocktown Weekly
  • A marriage made in heaven - Irish Times
  • A Clearfield debut piece for Orchestra's Camden visit (Philadelphia Daily News)
  • Scotland Festival: Cady's artwork lives on (Greene County Daily World)
  • Arts news in Scotland - Metro
  • Freedom, Inequality, Primitivism, and the Division of Labor - Lew Rockwell
  • Ahoy, mateys, join the treasure hunt! - MLive.com
  • Vermeer's Hat, by Timothy Brook (Independent)
 

Thinking about Refinancing Mortgage?

California Mortgages

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