Looking For A Poem
(2/7/2014 12:06:00 PM)
" There's two parts to love
So why does it come gift wrapped as one gift.
It's like when you fall in love your heart slips
Between the arms of a Double sided Rolex
One arm reading beautiful and romantic stories which you can only read slowly in time.
And the other cracked and brittle
Equivalent to a heart which has been stripped away of happiness and deprived of an end.
How unique love can be?
Stimulating the thoughts of romantic souls to search for a meaning,
Unfortunately to find, you never stop loving someone you only find someone else to think about.
And when your mind goes blank and your heart feels hollow.
You seek others to complete your mind and seek more love to hopefully fill your heart when smothered in it.
And as we try to chase love, love continues to chase us.
Sometimes we catch up and feel it for only a moment
Until we lose track of reality and fall from gods finger tips! "
(2/2/2014 4:11:00 PM)
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I'm looking for an English language poem. It's about a hawk or an eagle or a similar bird. It describes the world and himself from his point of view. He feels himself superior to the world and admires himself. Does anyone have any idea?
(1/31/2014 1:23:00 AM)
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I have a passage from a poem I read in a book a few years ago, can't remember who it's by or the book name. The part I have is;
..to a common ground
that lies deep within and beyond us.
A place - long remembered -
where we all can meet
beyond visible and verbal difficulties
where each may feel safe
and remember the quiet love
that enfolds us all
(1/30/2014 6:10:00 PM)
Does anyone know the author of a poem that starts with the line " after the clouds the sun shines - used often at funerals or in death notices.
(1/26/2014 8:20:00 PM)
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HI. for my English class, I am assigned to find a poem that was written 100 years ago or later and compare its theme with a theme of a contemporary poem. I was wondering if there are any good poems that utilize extended metaphors.
(1/26/2014 7:20:00 PM)
Hi, I wonder if anyone can help me. I'm after a quote that goes something like 'the test of a poem is not that one wants to marry it immefiately, but that one wants to return to it again....soon'
Trying to find who said it and the exact quote?
(1/26/2014 2:00:00 PM)
I’m looking for a poem I read in a poetry class. I’m pretty sure it was about the passing of the authors female friend, to whom she wrote a lot poems but it may have been about the passing of her child, about which she also wrote.
The poem ends, or has a line very near the end about what’s written on the graves headstone, which is or is similar to “here lies Orindas(?) heart”. I want to say its by Katherine Phillips but I’ve read the poems by her that I could find online and haven't found the one with this line.
Does any of this sound familiar to anyone?The search for this poem is driving me crazy.
(1/24/2014 12:00:00 PM)
My Mother could recite the following poem from beginning to end but unfortunately she now has alzheimer's and we have forgotten most of it. We have tried to fill in the gaps without any luck. If anybody knows the full poem I would very much appreciate it if you could fill in the missing part.
Two spiders on a window cill set off one day to roam
They hope to find a cumfy place to call their very own
The window they were sitting on was open just a chink
said one my dear lets go in here the very thought i think
They climbed up to the ceiling high to find a cosy place
They hoped to build a cumfy house of spiders web and lace
And thats where they are living now in cosy little rooms
miles and miles and miles away from fluffy feather broom
Thanks in advance
(1/23/2014 10:56:00 AM)
Hi- I am looking for a poem I read long ago, which I'd like to share with my students. It's about a very poor mother and father who have 7 or 8 children who they are having a hard time supporting. They receive an offer from a wealthy relative to adopt one of the children in return for money. They consider the offer, and one night, when the children are sleeping, they go from child to child trying to decide which one they should give up. They realize they are unable to give any of them up, even the baby who has not been named yet, and they write to the relative, telling them thanks, but they have decided to keep all of their children. Does this sound familiar to anyone?
(1/21/2014 10:24:00 PM)
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In 1973-74 I was required to recite a poem for Speech class. The local library had numerous poetry books and I found one that I thought would make a statement. I can't remember the title or the author. However I do remember the last stanza -more or less. It is as follows- -" -What shall we do, we in whose name the bowl of the sky was filled with death. Death the color of goldfish. Death that blossomed into a mighty flower of evil. For guilt of the melted eyeballs of Hiroshima. " If anyone can help me find this poem I would be extremely grateful. Thank you
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