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

epic poetry

Dame, Ihr Herz hat an Staub gewendet
ich muß sagen gute Nacht
wir waren nicht viele
warum Sie immer der dort shivering Standplatz tun Sie
zu einigem die fetten Götter
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • How a ‘Vagabond Poet’ created Poet’s Table
  • Conor McGregor Is Documenting His Floyd Mayweather Media Tour On Instagram
  • RiverLink’s 10th annual Art & Poetry Contest is now open
  • 'NO WALLS BETWEEN US': Each X Other Uses Fashion To Fight Against Trump's Proposed Border Wall
  • Fluffed, Not Crushed, poem by J.L. Smith (MY FIRST JOB Poetry and Prose Series)
  • Chance and Chief Keef: A tale of two rappers
  • Poet Helen Dunmore wins posthumous 2017 Costa Book Awards nomination
  • Travis Scott Planning To Continue ‘Spoiling’ Kylie Jenner With ‘Insanely Romantic’ Gifts
  • Imagining the Divine Feminine…four poems by reader-poets in response to last Wednesday’s Writing Prompt
  • Ishion Hutchinson: Award-Winning Poet, Professor Captures ‘Spirit of Caribbean’
  • Nick Joaquin’s tropical gothic tales now in Penguin Classics
  • Reducing Stress at Weaning
  • This Pew-funded residency will give exposure to Philly’s African American artists
  • Festival 'basically a party in the woods' - The Kingston Whig-Standard
  • Lds family services designs - Potassium argon dating glossary - Inspirational poems relationships

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