could some one find me one poem that relates to the giver book?

Question

i need a poem or song that relates to the giver book

Answer 1

Found on some blog....I hope it helps! ;-)



The following two poems were related to The Giver as that is what we’re reading in class currently. We had to give our thoughts.

“Secret of Life”
by Dianan Der-Hovanessain

Once during a war
on a bus going to Portsmouth
a navy yard worker
told me the secret of life.

The secret of life he said,
can never be passed down
one generation to other.

The secret of life, he said,
is hunger. It makes an open hand.

The secret of life is money,
But only the small coins.

The secret of life, he said,
is love. You become what you lose.

The secret of life, he said,
is water. The world will end in flood.

The secret of life, he said,
is circumstance.

If you catch the rigth bus
at the right time
you will sit next
to the secret teller

who will whisper it
in your ear

Here’s my response to that:

a simple question
an entangled answer
intricate steps
done by an amateur dancer

mistakes and regrets,
linger from our past
hold on or let go
the river moves fast

Laughter and smiles,
glimmers in time
hold on or let go
choices will show

a tentative smile
A careful touch
simple moments
are life’s only crutch





“The Past”
by Billy collins

There is no doubt we all had one,
waist-dep as we are in the evidence of diaries,
home movies and strange names in old address books,
not to mention Architecture and Geology,
stone clocks that measure the deepest past.

And we have anecdotes, warped beyond recognition,
and a scar on the chin from a fall,
but nothing to compare with those few vivid moments
which are vivid for no reason at all-
a face at a children’s party, or just a blue truck
moments that have no role in any story,
worthless to a biographer but mysterious
and rivaling the colors of the present.

Remembering them is like reading a poem
that beings by carrying us, zombie-like
down basement stairs as if to leave us in the dark
feeling the air for a light cord,

but then a little metaphor begins to grow
with such detail that it becomes a place,
a lake for instanc, cold and pine-bordered,
which we could dive into and feel nothing,
or a sunny white room where we could live
without ever having to be alive.





i actually really liked both of these poems…but…anyways, my response…:

diary entries spattered in tears
artifacts enshrouded in dust
But even metals once brilliant
Will begin to rust

Photographs will fade
Drawings will crease
Yet the memories will remain
Held by the mind all in one piece

A child’s carefree laughter
A young girl’s tentative smile
We try so hard to forget the pain
But these we allow to beguile

Holding onto old photographs
Creating our own reality
Are they the truth?
Or simply our own Mentality?

Answer 2

How about "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost? It reminds me of Jonas deciding to leave his home and family and set out into the unknown.

Here's a link to the poem:
http://www.bartleby.com/104/67.html