June 9, 2011 #637
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
There'll never be a better time than now,
When all the world's before us, yet unseen.
We haven't made the choices that define us,
But we are grown and ready to begin.
Nostalgic in advance, we know well how
We'll miss this place, our friends, and all that's been
Precious to us here, when time will find us
Far away, with much that's changed within.
Can we stop to realize just how good
A time this is, as it's about to end?
Despite our troubles, heartaches, fears, and hungers,
It is a moment most of us will treasure.
But nothing can be fully understood
Except in hindsight, which will comprehend
The beauty that now runs between our fingers,
And savor it with longing and with pleasure.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Showing posts with label graduation poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label graduation poems. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Poem of the Week
June 3, 2010 #584
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Give a little thought to what comes next.
Remember: education isn't training.
A person needs to struggle with a text,
Delving into truths beyond explaining.
Understanding means you must go under,
And make your own the ground on which you stand.
The urge to learn comes from a sense of wonder
Ill-served in those who like their knowledge canned.
Open up your mind so that your soul
Not be confined to one small, shallow bowl.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Give a little thought to what comes next.
Remember: education isn't training.
A person needs to struggle with a text,
Delving into truths beyond explaining.
Understanding means you must go under,
And make your own the ground on which you stand.
The urge to learn comes from a sense of wonder
Ill-served in those who like their knowledge canned.
Open up your mind so that your soul
Not be confined to one small, shallow bowl.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Poem of the Week
May 14, 2009 #532
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week." You can also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Congratulations on your graduation,
Opening a door not easily reached!
Now go through it: on the other side
Great mountains become hills, and then just fields
Rolling eastward towards a rising sun.
All now is success and celebration,
The music of deeds done and barriers breached.
Underneath, uncertainties still glide
Lean and hungry as the sweet day yields,
And golden moments through your fingers run.
The rock on which you stand is your creation,
Illustrating what your teachers preached
Of learning and the provenance of pride.
Nor need you fear the wind, as knowledge shields
Such as earn it from what storms may come.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week." You can also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Congratulations on your graduation,
Opening a door not easily reached!
Now go through it: on the other side
Great mountains become hills, and then just fields
Rolling eastward towards a rising sun.
All now is success and celebration,
The music of deeds done and barriers breached.
Underneath, uncertainties still glide
Lean and hungry as the sweet day yields,
And golden moments through your fingers run.
The rock on which you stand is your creation,
Illustrating what your teachers preached
Of learning and the provenance of pride.
Nor need you fear the wind, as knowledge shields
Such as earn it from what storms may come.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Poem of the Week
June 19, 2008 #491
Dear Subscriber:
This week's poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Given that we're happy to be here,
Remember what we're gaining and we're losing.
Admittedly, the moment is confusing,
Demanding sad farewells and well-earned cheer.
Underneath the moment is the motion,
A silent passage out to open sea,
Taking place regardless what may be
In front of us, a ritual commotion.
Of what we are, but little will remain,
Nor will we ever come this way again.
Copyright: Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week's poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Given that we're happy to be here,
Remember what we're gaining and we're losing.
Admittedly, the moment is confusing,
Demanding sad farewells and well-earned cheer.
Underneath the moment is the motion,
A silent passage out to open sea,
Taking place regardless what may be
In front of us, a ritual commotion.
Of what we are, but little will remain,
Nor will we ever come this way again.
Copyright: Nicholas Gordon
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