Looking For A Poem
(4/12/2014 6:04:00 PM)
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Heard a poem in primary school back in the 60's and am/was enchanted by the rhythm of it. Opening lines,
" The road was a ribbon of moonlight
Beneath the jewelled.... (sky?)
And the highwayman came, riding, riding, riding........." and that's as far as I get.
Does anyone know the poem?
(4/11/2014 1:41:00 PM)
Hi! I Want to know what is the poem, mullata as penelope about?It is written by Lorna Goodison From Jamaica
(4/8/2014 4:20:00 PM)
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so I have this poem that I have heard once and I need to find it again. However, I don't remeber any lines from it. What I do know, is that the author was Russian and some well known Russian who wrote both poetry and prose. The poem described a certain moment - meeting a girl in winter night in countryside, and it was mostly describing how the snowflakes were melting on the girl's hair and face and how beatiful she was and so on...Unfortunately, thats all I can remember. But it should be quite famous one, so I hope it'll be enough.
Thanks for your advice, all replies appreciated ;)
(4/3/2014 1:26:00 AM)
I've been searching for a poem I copied many years ago and then lost. I believe it was in either McCall's or Ladies Home Journal sometime in 1965, or possibly the first of 1966. I'm sorry that I don't remember the title or the author, but I recall several of the lines or a close approximation-
" Not like the fierce wisteria or the trumpet vine,
I will not clutch nor choke nor subtly twine
Nor seek to kill your quickness...
" The honeysuckle(?) welcomes the thrust of the hummingbird and sets no honeyed traps
The far cry heard is freely given back from the echoing hollow..."
and the last line: " Remember me as a scarlet leaf that stops the heart for a moment but brings no grief"
I sent that poem to my then fiance sometime between Jan and April of 1966, so it's been awhile!
(3/30/2014 6:06:00 PM)
I am looking for a poem my dad read as a kid and told me about recently. He said that it is about arriving at Heaven's gate and how you should be all roughed up from life rather than looking perfect, because the roughed up person actually lived life to the fullest and did what he wanted, while the perfect looking people never did what they wanted in fear of getting roughed up. Of course this is just a paraphrase of my dad's paraphrase, so it is probably quite a bit different but the message should be similar. Thanks!
(3/28/2014 9:56:00 PM)
i try my poem to leval best i write mom poem and also write the poem of life. at now the people have no time to share your family so i introduce my poem. so ask other visitors for read my poem and help.
(3/28/2014 2:48:00 PM)
Searching desperately for Mom Poem, this is the line I remember clearest: " but I must realize that is the great teacher of character. It’s not me… I’m not the teacher"
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat
(3/28/2014 2:46:00 AM)
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I am trying to know and read the poems of world poets in the early history of poem in different world languages that have translated to English which only can I understand. The most earlier history of poem in English language is also an interesting subject and will be welcomed to see and read it. Though hundreds of poems are easily readable now the earlier poems of Arabic, latin, Greek, Sanskrit like old literatures are not forthcoming in the net works easily and those are so much interested to read. What about the poems available in Hebrew, Arabic, russian like languages are also to be welcomed to read and understand.
(3/27/2014 1:23:00 AM)
Hello. I'm trying to find a poem I read a few years ago but unfortunately I remember very little about it so it might be a bit of a forlorn hope. All I remember is that it was written from a single man's point of view looking at another man and a woman as a couple. And it goes on to describe the woman in glowing terms, and belittles the man, and says how she's surely out of his league, but then finishes off by questioning whether the author is just placing too much value on the woman and not enough on the man. It must have been in some poem anthology, and I get the impression it was a reasonably modern poem, but beyond that I'm really stuck where to look. Hopefully there's someone out there who this might ring some bells with. Thanks!
(3/17/2014 5:09:00 AM)
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Hello I am looking for a Poem/Limerick I had sent to me Via an old Birthday card.
Forgive the spelling it was a long time ago.
It was by Pete Shanderputt?
About golf all I can remember of it was the First and last lines which went " Golf is a game of frustration" & " And the balls are allergic to holes"
Can anyone help?
Thanks in advance