Looking For A Poem
(3/8/2006 8:15:00 AM)
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please help! It's a male/female duet, probably from '70-'80. It's very slow and lyrics goes something like this: Do you love me? (female singer ask) Yes, I love you more than words can say, I love you, yes I do. (male singer responde) . Than again lady ask's: Do you need me? I need you more the words can say, I need you yes I do. First lady ask's all this and guy respond and later they change places. It's veeery slow and veeery touchy. thx
(3/5/2006 2:04:00 AM)
I've been trying to find a poem that I read a couple years ago. The poem was about a man who was riding a horse when he saw a woman. The woman was a stranger and he became enfatuated with her. Even though the man talks about the great qualities of this woman he never speaks with her. The poem ends with the man left to his thoughts of what might have been. Any help would be appreciated.
(3/4/2006 7:10:00 AM)
How are you? I'm Lamiaa Gamal, a student in M.A.preliminary year in English literature.I search for an English poem its main subject is Egypt.Can anybody help me? Thank you very much.
My best regards
(2/27/2006 9:41:00 AM)
Can anyone identify(and provide the remainder of the poem) with these lines:
'Make the most of every day leave no deed undone'-'the mill will never grind with the water -? which has run-
Any suggestions would be appreciated. George
(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