Looking For A Poem
(4/2/2013 12:58:00 PM)
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out-
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out-
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out-
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me- and there was no one left to speak for me. - Martin Niemöller
I couldn't find it on the site, and I am new to this this, so I thought I might just put it out there, because of its beauty....
(3/30/2013 7:54:00 AM)
There was a poem I read a while back that I'm desperately trying to remember the name of...
What I remember is that it mentioned several writers, such as Shakespeare, Hemingway, etc.
The subject matter involved the poet's frustration at how hard it was to make a living with writing in his/her day and time, whereas it was much easier for writers in the past.
I think there was a verse that went something (very loosely) like " They lead at the front, I walk at the back" and also " Where they once tread with ease, I fall to my knees"
Any help would be most appreciated, this is bugging me to no end! Thank you
P.S. I have a very foggy notion that it may have been a part of a collection of New Zealand poets' poems...
(3/27/2013 9:02:00 PM)
I read a poem once and thought it was by Maya Angelo, but I can't seem to recall anything but the line" Ain't nobody washing their cars with my tears" or something to that effect. If anyone has any idea of what poem it came from, PLEASE let me know. Peace
(3/21/2013 11:13:00 AM)
Hi, formally my teacher taught me a poem for my exam by James Reeves and it goes like this,
Rain and rain is all I see
Falling on roof and stone and tree
And all I hear is rain and rain
Hush, hushing on lawn and lane
Moor and meadow, fern and flower
Drink the raindrops hour by hour
How sparkling are the ivy leaves
that catch the drops from farmhouse eaves
When in my attic bed I lie
I hear it fall from the cloudy sky
Hush hushing all around
With its low and lulling sound
Then in the light of morning clear
how new and green all things appear
Then flow the brooks; and springs the grain
and birds give joyful thanks for rain
Rain, rain no more I hear
But only bird song every where
And rain, rain no more I see
But shining sun on roof and tree
Now I need a poem written by an established poet and when I search the net for this poem, I couldn't find it anywhere.
Any idea whether this poem is really written by James Reeves so that I could use it for my graded assignment.
(3/19/2013 1:14:00 PM)
There was a poem I read in high school and for the last couple days I've been trying to find it on the net to no avail. I only remember some of it and I'd like to know the title, author. What I can remember is as follows:
a belief in the actual and factual
does not mean a lack of
belief in the spiritual and ethereal
that one day my feet will become rockets
and my eyes never ending paths
to things I could not ever find here on Earth
(3/18/2013 5:16:00 PM)
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My mom (who passed away) made me memorize this poem in the third grade I would like to find the complete poem and who wrote it. I wish that she was here to tell me because it always stayed with me. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
Think, it's a little thing to do jus to think.
Anyone no matter who ought to think
Take a little time each day
spare it from your work or play...
stop and think.
you will find that men who fail do not think,
men who find themselves in jail, do not think.
half the problems that we see, problems made by you and me
probably it would never be if we think.
(3/18/2013 4:14:00 PM)
My mom used to recite a poem to me and I can't find it. What I can remember is as follows:
" On the edge of a dark and gloomy wood, a wee little house with a garden stood and a big old clock with a noisy chime kept ringing and chiming suppertime. Then gretel climed upon the shelf to see what lay upon the pantry shelf for tea."
Any help will be appreciated. thanks! !
(3/18/2013 1:22:00 AM)
I am trying to find a poem about a person (I think they are dreaming) ...they enter a room and take a book down from a shelf to read...it seems familiar but they can't remember reading it before...they find some sheet music at a piano and start to play, it seems familiar but again they can't remember hearing it before...the poem continues along and then they are told that was the book you might have written, that was the song you might have wrote etc...This may not be exact but it is the idea of the poem. I would really like to find the title and the author so that I might read some of their other writings.
(3/16/2013 4:02:00 PM)
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My 92 year old mother in law has been looking for an Irish poem about a miser who took gold from the end of the rainbow, but the fairies watched him and as money fell out of a hole in his sack they turned the golden coins into buttercups. The poem begins something like:
just where the rainbow touches earth
there stands a pot of gold,
and long ago a man passed by
and found it we are told...
(3/14/2013 10:05:00 AM)
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I'm trying to find a poem that my grandfather used to recite, I only remember one part, and vaguely at that, about catching a fairy and picking him up by the wings, or maybe plucking its wings off (weird I know) . Anyways, I know its not much to go off of. He did say it was something he had to memorize in school, so it would have been written before 1930 at the latest.