Looking For A Poem
(2/25/2006 12:30:00 PM)
Does anyone know the whole words to this poem? A friend asked me for it -
If to your home and friends you're true,
And render unto all their due,
Learn to be loving tender..
And scatter sunshine all the way.
(2/20/2006 6:27:00 AM)
Please can anyone help me to find a poem? I thought it was by Robert Service, but have been unable to locate it on this site (or by other Internet searches) .
I'm quoting from memory...
'Far away the night is falling
And the twilight homelight's calling
And from open door and window
They will greet me as I come.
All the years have turned to hours
All the tears to wayside flowers
I'm one of those who wander
Through the village street at home.'
(2/11/2006 3:24:00 AM)
ive already tried googling it...ive tried americanpoems.com and other sites...i'm looking for Sky High by Hannah Roberts. a line from the poem is 'long skeletal arms throwing long summer afternoon shadows across the lawn'..please, if anyone could help, please tell me where i could find this poem.
D A Phinney
(2/7/2006 10:16:00 AM)
I found this poem on a scrap of paper inside a notebook from college I had in '68, but I don't know who the author is, or the title. I'm pretty sure it's not mine, as I seem to remember it being talked about in a class, plus it seems too good, probably by someone famous. I can't find it on the web, either. Familiar to anyone?
All along the line the faces lit like brief flickering candles
Burning in the wind:
An ariel flare made a bright dome of the sky,
And tides of white light rushed in to fill the eye-holes
In a thousand faces.
And in that black-white moonscape the frozen dead exposed
Their smiles, their gaping abdomens from which the souls,
Naked, had fled.
Their blood in pools of blackness lay, cold upon the trembling earth.
And looking about, some pair of eyes witnessed:
Two men vanish in a black cloud and ball of thunder;
Another man's legs tear from their body,
And the body crawl away from them in horror;
Many men who were dead moving about by the concussions,
And wounded men lie still;
And also one younger man close his eyes and explode his
Just before the light faded like an angel departing
And pausing, just before the bullet hit,
A thought occured behind the darkening eyes-
A wonder, that the rumbling drama played itself
Like fire above the darkness,
Like fear beneath the light.
(2/6/2006 5:33:00 AM)
Could anybody Please ID this poem/author of....
Many thanks if you can.
when arrows pierce facades,
scarlet gobs stain circling stars.
shards of illusion glitter with pain,
some silent, some shrieking.
(2/5/2006 12:16:00 AM)
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I'm trying to find an old famous poem that essentially went like this
'When i was young I played with childish things but
when I got older I had to put away those things' ... oh well I paraphrase poorly but I'd bet that a person who knows that poem would recognize it.
If you know which poem it is please e mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Thank you! ...Riley
(2/4/2006 11:44:00 PM)
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The poem I'm looking for is about a young boy turning ten (possibly eleven) and saying that even though he is ten he is also nine, eight, seven, six etc. He mentions when he cries that is not the ten year old him but the five year old him and other such examples. I'm afraid thats all the info you get. I've no idea of author, quotations from the poem or title, just general content! I'm at a complete loss and if anyone can fathom what poem I'm on about from the limited amount of info given, not only will you be a genius but you'll have solved a problem I've had for many years!
Any help greatly appreciated, thank you.
(2/4/2006 6:32:00 AM)
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I am looking for a poem which has these words somewhere in it!
Old soldiers do not die,
they just fade away
It was read out at the funeral of a friend of mine and would really appreciate anyone who could help me track down the poem! !
(2/4/2006 12:11:00 AM)
I found this unmarked poem in a book of mine; it has no author listed, but it helped me and my girl out quite a bit; I'd like to know if anyone has heard of it or knows the author. The first verse is:
What does one do with a heart grown cold?
And what to do with the love grown old
Where once the life-beat brimmed
And the dreams burned within
Now only the death rattle dims
And the hopes are severed
Yes! It gets more uplifting later. Anyway, I'd appreciate it greatly if ANYONE can help me out here...
(2/3/2006 8:23:00 PM)
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I know the name of the poem it's called 'My name is Sarah' but I'm trying to find out who the original poet is.