Looking For A Poem

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  • Brigit Murray (2/17/2013 12:55:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am looking for 2 poems actually. One I heard at an Eisteddfod a couple of years ago. Unfortunately there is not much that I know about it other than most (or all) of the words started with 'W'. It made sense and in fact was quite witty (excuse the pun) . I also have a feeling (but don't quote me) it was written by a famous poet.

    I haven't actually heard the second poem that I am looking for, but wondered if someone may be of assistance. I am after a lyric poem about Irish fairies. Does anyone know if such a poem exists?

    Thank you very much for any light you may shed. These are for my daughter who is studying for speech exams and performing arts competitions.

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    • Brigit Murray (2/17/2013 1:58:00 AM) Post reply

      Also looking for another poem I heard during a documentary about autism some 5 or 6 years ago. It started with something similar to " Mother's, never tie your child's hair with a green ribbon... ... more

  • Sophie Li (2/16/2013 11:46:00 AM) Post reply

    I'm looking for a poem that I once loved but now can't remember. It's very short, only two stanzas, and if I remember correctly it was translated into English and the title might have been something like " War Principles, " although it might've been a bad Google translation. I think it might've been translated from a Romance language, probably Portuguese or Spanish. I don't think it was a recent poem; it was probably written in the mid-1900's but I'm not entirely sure!

    The first stanza of the poem talks about how we lose focus in the enemy's eyes (or maybe it was how we can't remember a single enemy's eyes) in the middle of a battlefield, but in the second stanza it goes something like " but it would take eternity to forget about yours" ... something like that anyway! Any help would be so greatly appreciated! :)

  • Allian Bern Fuentes (2/10/2013 3:12:00 AM) Post reply

    The Rotten Diary

    I was born with my friend named hatred
    We grown up in the planet named loneliness
    Right there we're like skeletons in the darkness
    Our fists are on the flame for revenge
    We'll hit the door with a bang like a riot
    Like four-walled hell in the every vision
    Won't let them run out to fail the mission
    We'll burn every ashes in your debris
    If there's an evil right now it should be me

    You compared me to the gods before
    I think there's no pen for a poem, no more
    No time to cry for forgiveness
    No time to speak for holiness
    You gave me a cross without a resurrection
    Your heaven leaded me to destruction

    Cause every time I rise up you pull me down
    You only see my dirt and what makes it flaw
    So when you fall I'll show my claw
    And into you with my prestigious show

  • William Gonsalves (2/9/2013 1:42:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Years ago, I read a poem that was written to impress the reader about the lenght of " eternity" . It was asbout a small bird (humming bird??) that took a grain of sand from the earth, then flew it to the moon (or furthest star) , dropped it off, then flew back and moved the next grain of sand, etc. Then after that, the bird flew back and forth, carrying each leaf on earth. Then the bird flew back and forth, carrying each drop of water from the oceans, lakes and rivers. Then when the bird was done with all that, the bird returned each item back to earth. All that time wouldn't represent One second, of " eternity" .

    Can anyone help me with the Title or Author, so I can sleep at night??

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    • Laura Burns (2/10/2013 3:29:00 PM) Post reply

      It is a story found in " The Shepherd Boy" by the Brothers Grimm. James Joyce uses it in the sermon scene in Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. In his book The Story of Mankind, Hendrik ... more

  • B Glass (2/7/2013 5:41:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi. Philip Booth wrote a poem titled " A Few Riffs for Hayden, Sitting with His Horn." I am trying to find out if the poem was published in any of Booth's books.

    It is not in his " Selves" , " Available Light, " or " Margins."

    I've plowed through the Granger poetry indexes and did not find " A Few Riffs..." in any of the volumes, through 2007.

    Thank you

  • Din All (2/7/2013 8:38:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi, I am looking for a poem from years ago, but I don't have much to go on..
    I'm pretty sure it starts with something like....

    'Don't make me say your name again....' then says something about finding your face in the crowd.

    I have been SOOO close to saying the poets name out loud but just can't spit it out... it's right on the tip of my tongue!

    Thank you in advance! !

  • Matthew Esquivel (2/6/2013 6:26:00 PM) Post reply

    Looking for a poem I read back in my high school days. Don't know the Poet's name. The poem has makes references to 'a man hanging from a noose envying a man fumbling for his gun'. It also mentions a unicorn.
    Please help!

  • Arron Fowler (2/6/2013 7:51:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey guys
    I have been writing poetry for a month and have only just really started.
    It would be greatly appreciated if people could read some of my poems, review them and give me some advice.
    As i would like to advance my skills as a writer.

  • Teresa Walker (2/3/2013 7:20:00 AM) Post reply

    I am desperately trying to find a poem! I do not know the poet's name, and I am not absolutley certain I have the title correct, but if this is not the title, it is definitely one of the main lines. " Not Without My Boys" , is a poem written from a mother's point of view. It is a Christian poem, where a mother is saying, she cannot go to heaven, " not without my boys" . Could you please help me with this?Many thanks.

  • Susan Wagner (1/31/2013 3:22:00 PM) Post reply

    I wonder if anyone can help me. I am looking for a poem I heard at a funeral. I am not sure if it is a mother to son poem or just a parent to child. But it talked about when the child was little and how the child wanted to play and the parent said maybe later or not now or something like that. It was all about wishing you had back all the times you told your child not now, maybe later etc. it was really sad but it was a good poem and I would like to find it.

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