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When I was a little girl, my mother used to teach me poems!. She believed that I should always know poetry, songs, speeches so that I would be prepared if ever asked to perform!. She taught me "Trees"!. I never forgot that poem!. Then she taught me "The Road Not Taken", by Robert Frost!. I grew up loving this poem into my adulthood!. Now, as a teacher, this is one of the poems that I present to my students to learn!. It speaks to me of life and how to make the right decisions!. It uses imagery and paints a picture that is so awesome!. When my mother passed away, I had this poem printed on her obituary in memory of the love she gave me through the words of this poem!. I was just curious if any of you have a poem that you have come across that has touched you in a magnificent way that has left a mark upon your life!. Will you give me the name of the poem and author, and/or the website where I might find it!. I love poetry and believe it can really speak to us in ways that help us grow and recognize each other in the world!. My other favorite is "The Rose in Concrete" by Tupac Shakur!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

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In men whom men condemn as ill
I find so much of goodness still,
In men whom men pronounce divine
I find so much of sin and blot,
I do not dare to draw a line
Between the two, where God has not!.
Joaquin Miller

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living!.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting
Your heart's longing!.
It doesn't interest me how old you are!.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love, for your dreams,
For the adventure of being alive!.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon!.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life's betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own,
Without moving
To hide it or fade it or fix it!.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human!.
I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day,
And if you can source your life
From God's presence!.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
Yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have!.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for the children!.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here!.
I want to know if you will stand
In the center of the fire with me
And not shrink back!.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied!.
I want to know what sustains you
From the inside
When all else falls away!.
I want to know if you can be alone
With yourself,
And if you truly like the company you keep
In the empty moments!.

Oriah Mountain DreamerWww@QuestionHome@Com

This is the poem for you,
Aothoured By Shivkumar Shivesh Shaktidivya

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I love poetry buy there aren't any that I would say gives my life meaning!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Nope, sorry!. My life's meaning isn't derived from some bunch rhyming words!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

no because i dont read poemsWww@QuestionHome@Com

PP: Do you know why I pulled you over, Singer Ma'am!?
S: No, Sir, Officer!.
PP: Because of this:

The Second Coming
by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity!.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand!.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds!.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born!? Www@QuestionHome@Com