Looking For A Poem
(7/10/2008 9:17:00 AM)
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Hello, please help. I am creating scrapebooks for 2 boys i have childminded for for 2 years, they are 2 and 3 yrs old.Our time together is ending shortly due to me taking a new job. I will miss the boys and their parents deeply and wish for a verse / poem to put in their scrapbooks. Any ideas?
(7/7/2008 1:43:00 PM)
I am searching for a poem my girlfriend of 40 years ago read in a contest. Since she didn't know she was my girlfriend, she didn't realize the affect it had on me :)
Interestingly, the contest involved reading two poems and connecting them. Her second poem was Robert Frost's 'Out Out'. A very strange pairing, but it was a personal pairing - the death of her older brother in Vietnam and her love for her brother.
I thought the love poem was also by Robert Frost, but was unable to locate it in his works. The poem is a quest to define love. My memory recalls things like 'What is love? ' 'Love is like a rose' 'Love is a white dove' as well as several other attempts to label love. Most poems with similar themes tend to be more definitive in answering the question, while this poem was a soft pleading as if the author was trying to convince himself/herself that there is a clear answer, ultimately (if memory serves) , you are left with love is undefinable. It is a poem that leaves you longing to describe your feelings of love but never being able to express the words.
Perhaps that's why my girlfriend 40 years ago, never knew my feelings.
(7/5/2008 1:36:00 PM)
I am looking for a poem for my mother, about a welsh miner who stole bread to feed his children which she read as a child approximately 72 years ago - anyone any ideas please.
(7/4/2008 11:38:00 PM)
I'm looking for a poem I read in school about 12 years ago. It's understandable if the information is a bit too vague for any real answers, but I'd love it if someone could even point in a direction.
All I can remember about the poem is this:
- I read it in a British Literature class.
- It was about how people have become desensitized to the fact that their food is from actual plants and animals and instead buy pre-packaged processed food items in neat little plastic wrapped containers.
I can't really tell you anymore but I've been wanting to find this poem for years and never really knew where to start since I don't even know the author or title.
In other words - Please help me!
(7/4/2008 1:38:00 PM)
I am searching for an ancient love poem-Roman or Greek, or from the middle ages perhaps? I read it many years ago in an anthology. All I can remember about it was that it was from a woman to her lover. Her lover was reticent, and was wasting time by not showing his feelings, not being very affectionate. I know this isnt much information, but does this ring any bells with anyone?
(7/4/2008 11:58:00 AM)
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My father died this past February. He would always recite a poem which I believe to be 'Georga Da Wash' by TA Daly. It was about George Washington and the story of telling his father about chopping down the cherry tree. It is similar to the poems by TA Daly on this site but a little different. I believe he memorized this in grade school in the late 1940's. Can anyone help me find this poem? It would mean a lot to my siblings and me.Replies for this message:
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(7/3/2008 5:03:00 AM)
am seeking the full lyrics to complete the following poem/quotation please] But the moments passed. The storys told. And Babes grow up, and the days unfold, And peppermint kisses are gone, like time. Gone with the days of pantomime.thank you
(7/1/2008 2:34:00 PM)
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I am looking for a poem that contains something along the lines of 'I am Henri, ' or 'they call me Henri.' I remember reading this poem in 12th grade English. I really can't remember much else, but it definitely has the name Henri somewhere in it. Any help would be greatly appreciated, thanks!
(6/28/2008 5:54:00 PM)
As a boy in the 1940s, an elderly neighbour of ours always recited a paticular poem at concerts. The only words that I can now remember 60 odd years later are: ' he was in it but not in it'. Does anyone know this poem..thanks for any reply.
(6/25/2008 5:10:00 PM)
When my Mother was a school girl she recited a poem as if it was written by a little girl. The little girl complained because there were always so many guest that there wasn't room for her at the table. She said that when she grew up, she was going to have a table that stretched out to the garden gate. Does anyone know this poem? My Mother would have recited it in about 1912-1915. Thanks, Lynn
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