Aldo Kraas

Rookie (July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

Aldo Kraas Poems

361. You Will Be All Right 3/5/2007
362. In The Midnight Hour 3/14/2007
363. You Are Here 3/15/2007
364. Something 3/15/2007
365. Mockingbird 3/15/2007
366. Downtown 3/16/2007
367. All I Want Is You 3/16/2007
368. Self Destruction 2/7/2007
369. In God We Trust 2/9/2007
370. Angel Of The Real 2/9/2007
371. Ice Tea 2/9/2007
372. Wheat Fields 2/10/2007
373. To The Brothers Fields 2/10/2007
374. Sea Of Chocolate 2/10/2007
375. You Said Good Bye 2/10/2007
376. Wallet 2/11/2007
377. Womem Of The Life 2/12/2007
378. Much, Much More 2/12/2007
379. Is It Love? 2/12/2007
380. Scriblings 2/12/2007
381. Black Ink 2/12/2007
382. Chain 2/13/2007
383. Knowing You 2/13/2007
384. Solitary Devil 2/13/2007
385. This Is Me 2/15/2007
386. Chanson D'Amour 2/15/2007
387. Padre 2/16/2007
388. Love Then 2/16/2007
389. Beautiful Lady 2/17/2007
390. You Only Have 2/17/2007
391. Passionate Letters 2/17/2007
392. Take A Look Past The Smile And See The Tears 2/17/2007
393. The Secret Of Flight 2/18/2007
394. Does Any One Care? 2/7/2007
395. Seems Like Yesterday 2/7/2007
396. This Look 2/7/2007
397. Illusion 2/7/2007
398. Cigars 2/7/2007
399. Chalk Soil 2/7/2007
400. Amore 2/7/2007

Comments about Aldo Kraas

  • ~ always loving you~ (6/21/2008 6:08:00 PM)

    your really good and pleas selected me as you friend

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  • Shayne M (1/26/2008 2:52:00 PM)

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beggar-on-the-street/ Is a Very good poem...It Is so in depth that I can see The beggar in my Mind going about His futile Existance....With No one to care.....

Best Poem of Aldo Kraas

Day Of The Dead

Today is the day of the dead here at home
Because it was declared today the day of the dead
By Toronto mayor Robert Ford
And some people are mourning their lose today
Because they lost somebody this week
And the others are remembering their loved ones here at home
But I see the tears coming down from their faces at the same time that Some people are mourning and others are remembering their loved ones

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Gothic

I burn my past
The blood that is running from my cut
I drink it
Like a devil in the dark
What devil am I?
The Gothic devil
I survive drinking my own blood
I have no shame anymore
I am the Gothic devil

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