Looking For A Poem
(12/15/2012 6:32:00 PM)
looking for the rest of this Christmas poem....
tomorrow is Christmas day
the toys are not ready for Santa's sleigh
Balls bounce up but do not bounce down
mama doll has torn her gown
coo-coo clock does not tock
rockin' horse hasn't learned to rock
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(12/15/2012 12:56:00 AM)
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(12/13/2012 10:50:00 PM)
Hello everyone :)
I am looking for a particular poem; however, I can't remember the title of the poem, the author, or the exact quote... I know, sounds pretty hopeless, right?But I figure it's at least worth a try!
I think the quote was talking about a peacock, although it could have been another type of bird. Anyhow, I believe the quote was something along the lines of: " the [peacock] [treads/walks/steps] with [?????] feet." At first I thought that maybe the poet was W. B. Yeats, but his poem " The Peacock" wasn't a match. Please, if anyone can help, let me know :)
(12/12/2012 4:21:00 PM)
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can anybody help....im trying to find a poem that i heard many years ago....its about harvesting...i think as the only bit i can remember and not very clearly i might add...its mentions the taking of the harvest and blowing away the chaff to leave the good.....its basically about relationships and taking away the silly things that people say and excepting that you have the good still there...foregiveness.
could anyone help....the only thing is its by one of the classical poets...hardy comes to mind! ! ! ! it would be much appreciatted if anyone can help...thanks! !
(12/9/2012 1:36:00 AM)
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i want to find a Brodsky' poem. and i only have the Chinese version of that poem.
i read this poem from a friend several year ago, at that time i was deeply shocked
and now i have ability to read its English version.
i hope somebody can help me. thank you
here is the poem.
it's short and i don't find the poem in the Brodsky's poems of this websiteReplies for this message:
(12/12/2012 8:46:00 PM)
the approximate meaning of this poem follows my friend, draw a circle on the paper this is me, with nothing in my heart one day you just have a glance then erase it
(12/9/2012 7:57:00 PM)
Probably the software for this site cannot print the Chinese. Maybe if you gave the idea of the poem, someone could find it?
(12/9/2012 1:38:00 AM)
oh, come on.the chinese words are not shown
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(12/8/2012 2:12:00 AM)
I have been trying to find this poem or the poet that wrote it for over 10 years. I had a book of poems my mother gave me & each month had a poem.
They were extroadinarily Beautful. I belive there was one for winter, spring, summer and fall as well.
the poem for November Read something like this: these are just the lines I remember. They are not in order or neccessarlly as written.
i, who threw a dice into the sea and found them years later, with the winning combination face up, can say this quietly, if I can say it at all.
As we walk beside the calcium waters we see on the far shore a city, built, with sand, cement and tears.
What is that place?you ask, not knowing I could take you there and call each ghost by name.
You look at me and say " How fortunate we are" .
I cut my losses; an arm here, a leg there
I voted for no one, yet someone voted for me..and here I am facing the dirtiest of all dirty words. Success.
Any help would be greatly appreciated.
(12/5/2012 3:44:00 PM)
I have a customer who is looking for a poem.
The only lines he can remember are:
In the halls of government
The old men plan or talking for war and the young men fighting them
Faces of the dead soldiers all seem so young.
If anyone has a idea of which poem this is please let me know.
(12/5/2012 12:10:00 AM)
I am looking for a poem that my nan use to say to me i cant remember it all but i do know she was taught it when she was at school. If she was still alive she would be 105 now so it is quite old. it goes something like this....
As i was going for a walk i met a maiden all forlorn she bowed to me and bid good day and turned her head away. somewhere in the poem it says she wears a scarlet petticoat. the next day he returns she has gone and you realise he is talking about a poppy and not a girl and the wind has blown her away. i would love to be able to find this poem if anyone can help me i would appreciate it. i dont even know the author.
(12/4/2012 7:12:00 PM)
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I am looking for a poem about a women who's husband (or lover?) is about to be executed. Knowing that the execution will take place when the towns bells sound, she climbs the bell tower and grasps the clapper of the bell and hangs on for dear life. Her body prevents the bell from making any noise. I do not know if she dies from the injuries she sustains or not, but its a beautiful passionate poem. I cant find it via google. Thanks for your help!
(11/29/2012 9:37:00 PM)
Have been searching for years for a sly little poem that begins " There is a paradox none absurder, the nicest people sometimes do murder. and it describes some not admirable human traits, then resumes with " cast as the victims of quite a few of the murders the nicest people do." Hope someone can help me find the entire poem and the poet.