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

baby shower poem

hören Sie
diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
dort durch das Fenster im alten Haus
von Song und Traum für überhaupt gegangen
Dame, Ihr Herz hat an Staub gewendet
irgendwo las ich eine merkwürdige, alte, rostige Geschichte
sind Sie wach?
gelebt durch den River-side
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschließenden Betts
in Ihren Armen war ruhige Freude

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Gossip: Celebrating Robert Dunn - Portsmouth Herald News
  • New DVDs due for release on September 30 - Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
  • Karunanidhi to inaugurate 'Kalaignar Arivalayam' on Sep 21 (New Kerala)
  • Religion is poetry - Salon
  • As this year's exciting and varied Dublin Theatre Festival heads ... - Irish Times
  • Mad Men: Don Draper's meditations - National Post
  • Share this article: - Desert Valley Times
  • Multimedia Taliban get their message across - San Francisco Gate
  • Riverfront Readings Presents Maril Crabtree and Judith Bader Jones (Kansas City InfoZine)
  • Poet laureate Kay Ryan, a river of contradiction - Buffalo News
  • What killed hitchhiking? - MSNBC
  • Local swingers think life is a bowl of cherries, but Duncanville wants ... - Dallas Observer
  • How Would You Grade Barack Obama’s Speech? - Wall Street Journal
  • Soundcheck Archive - WNYC
  • Duke's gonna get 'em: High Decibels' main man turns that shit into ... - San Francisco Bay Guardian
 

Is Refinancing right for you?

Second 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