Ulrike Gerbig

Writing a poem is not about bringing some words together to create some charming sentences. It's so much deeper than that. Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. PoemHunter.com contains an enormous number of famous poems from all over the world, by both classical and modern poets. You can read as many as you want, and also submit your own poems to share your writings with all our poets, members, and visitors.

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Ben Barton 12 September 2005

Ulrike you are a talented and original wordsmith. Each poem hides a little gem, and they are not hard to find - the poem's shine...

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Theodora Onken 23 June 2005

Ulrike, Your writing is awesome. You and your Jeff...(ah love) ...have all the other poets hands down...you and Sherrie and Adrian and Sonja, and off course, your Jeff...this site needs more like you. I love to come on and read...but you do not post very often, and it is uplifting for me to read your brillant writing!

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Adryan Barnathan 16 March 2005

I am so glad I came across your work.. and such fine work it is...you speak frankly and in a voice that smiles at us all. You are a Natural and I love that! ! ! warmly, adrienne

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***** ***** 21 January 2005

Ulrike, good to see you again, lost your address.. computer ilks.. get in touch through this site will you, please? Sonja xx

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Matilda Xerva 26 November 2006

Ulrike Gerbig. Wow. Her poems are phenomenal. They relate so well to so many things. They relate so well to personal feelings. Honestly I have just found your poems on the internet and I am already addicted. I have almost read all of your poems. They are crazy. They are awesome. They are inspirational. Personally I think her best poems are “A Mod’s Dream” and “Death is a Woman.” I like these two poems because they give you a sort of dizzying range and show a vast understanding and talent. They are so emotionally based on what everyday people could be going through. They both are truly original and always touch me when I read them. All her poems touch me. Ulrike adds her special and amazing touch to her poems. Almost like she writes them so carefree yet perfect. The poem Death is a Woman is truly touching. It relates to my step-father when he passed away. I didn’t like him much, and he looked like a woman. Yet when he died so many things were answered. Like who kept spilling milk at night. Ulrike, you have amazing righting skills. Most of your poems are uplifting and some are sad but the sad ones everyone can relate to. Good job and hope you’re having fun in Germany. Come visit me again. I give your poem 4 out of 5 stars.

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Tapas Bandyopadhaya 15 September 2006

'....and we danced' was beautiful too. Lovely. Please keep writing so that people like us continue to get to pick these beautiful nuggets out of life. Thank you.

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Tapas Bandyopadhaya 15 September 2006

I had almost given up on 'Poemhunter' when this poem of yours came along. VERY SATISFYING. Thank you. I suppose you would also realise what it is to get a satisfying poem. However, your first poem on Coffee was too succinct to carry your message to the reader (my personal opinion) .

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Joy Vanderhelm 02 February 2006

I've only just discovered her and already I am wanting more. Her works have a dizzying range and show enormous intellect and talent. A true original and a great read, no matter what she writes.

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Joseph Daly 30 December 2005

Ulrike displays a great touch of originality coupled with a carefree approach, which is a breath of fresh air. Her work can be humourous or deeply sensuous. Either way Ulrike is an outstanding talent.

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A Boy And His Dad

A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
There is a glorious fellowship!
Father and son and the open sky,
And the white clouds lazily drifting by,
And the laughing stream as it runs along
With the clicking reel like a martial song,
And the father teaching the youngster gay
How to land a fish in the sportsman's way.

I fancy I hear them talking there
In an open boat, and speech is fair;
And the boy is learning the ways of men
From the finest man in his youthful ken.
Kings, to youngster, cannot compare
With the gentle father who's with him there.
And the greatest mind of the human race
Not for one minute could take his place.

Which is happier, man or boy?
The soul of the father is steeped in joy,
For he's finding out, to his heart's delight,
That his son is fit for the future fight.
He is learning the glorious depths of him.
And the thoughts he thinks and his every whim,
And he shall discover, when night comes on,
How close he has grown to his little son.

Oh, I envy them, as I see them there
Under the sky in the open air,
For out of the the old, old long-ago