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!

  • Sweatpants & Books | Ten Books to Read in the Bathtub
  • The Founder of the Texas Heart Institute Passed Away at Age 96
  • From Nour to Or: Mutual enlightenment through language learning
  • '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)
  • Former Emmerdale actress shares moving poem as she continues to battle cancer
  • Of wedding anniversaries, strollers and life
  • Poetry night for people who don’t like poetry
  • Twin Flame Poetry – Poetry collection about an eternal love
  • Celebrate Poetry Month at the Kootenay Gallery
  • Call for submissions: ME, AT 17 Poetry and Prose Series
  • Dear Black Man: Ernestine Johnson Shares Her Dream
  • Emily Dickinson emerges into light at Morgan Library
  • Painter & Poet: Studies in Creativity — Victoria Best with Miranda Boulton & Kaddy Benyon
  • Filling in Time, story by Lynn-Marie Harper (MY FIRST JOB Poetry and Prose Series)

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