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

missing you poem

meine sorge, wenn sie hier mit mir ist
unter dem Erntemond
das traurigste des Jahres
warum dann, Muß wir? sieht
hatten er und i aber getroffen
das Kind, das weg Blatt nach Blatt warf
die Luft ist wie ein Schmetterling
hören Sie zum klingenden Meer
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
dieses ist das Arsenal
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge


Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Displaced poetry readings landed at Babar
  • Tell Me I Belong Here: On Charif Shanahan’s “Into Each Room We Enter without Knowing”
  • WATCH: Pro-Life Teen Speaks out Against Teen Vogue’s ‘Disgusting and Disrespectful’ Post-Abortion Article
  • Jada Pinkett-Smith Reflects On Relationship With Tupac: ‘There Was No Physical Chemistry At All”
  • Books on the Square hosts poignant, timely poetry reading
  • We’re Out: Black Americans Leaving the Country Before Trump Takes Office
  • Blue the Shearer: Remembering a modern bush poet's wit, wisdom and whinging
  • Why Do We Teach "Physics For Poets" But Not "Poetry For Physicists?"
  • In praise of Alejandro Jodorowsky’s Endless Poetry
  • Loved Ones Lost: Death of a Downtown Poet
  • Episode 4
  • Northumberland publisher's cottage industry celebrates 10th anniversary
  • There or Square: Poetry Swaps, Artist Lectures and Comedy Shows
  • Ode to the Zip Code 2017
  • Sharjah Ruler meets Palestinian poets

Poetry | Home | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Privacy

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

www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2010 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved