Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

A New Baby In The House

Something to talk about, something to do,Something to laugh at the whole day through,Something to look at with pride and with glee,Something for..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Sausage

You may brag about your breakfast foods you eat at break of day,Your crisp, delightful shavings and your stack of last year's hay,Your toasted flakes..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Bud

Who is it lives to the full every minute,Gets all the joy and the fun that is in it?Tough as they make 'em, and ready to race,Fit for a battle and..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Revenge

If I had hatred in my heart toward my fellow man,If I were pressed to do him ill, to conjure up a planTo wound him sorely and to rob his days of all..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Roads Of Happiness

The roads of happiness are notThe selfish roads of pleasure seeking,Where cheeks are flushed with haste and hotAnd none has time for kindly..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The World Is Against Me

'The world is against me,' he said with a sigh.'Somebody stops every scheme that I try.The world has me down and it's keeping me there;I don't get a..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Midnight In The Pantry

You can boast your round of pleasures, praise the sound of popping corks,Where the orchestra is playing to the rattle of the forks;And your..

© Edgar Albert Guest

October

Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap;The mist at dusk is risin' over valley, marsh an'..

© Edgar Albert Guest

There Are No Gods!

There are no gods that bring to youthThe rich rewards that stalwarts claim;The god of fortune is in truthA vision and an empty name.The toiler who..

© Edgar Albert Guest

A Father's Thoughts

Because I am his father, theyExpect me to put grief away;Because I am a man, and roughAnd sometimes short of speech and gruff,The women folks at home..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Junk Box

My father often used to say:'My boy don't throw a thing away:You'll find a use for it some day.'So in a box he stored up things,Bent nails, old..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Chaplain

He was just a small church parson when the war broke out, and heLooked and dressed and acted like all parsons that we see.He wore the cleric's..

© Edgar Albert Guest

A Family Row

I freely confess there are good friends of mine,With whom we are often invited to dine,Who get on my nerves so that I cannot eatOr stay with my usual..

© Edgar Albert Guest

A Family Row

I freely confess there are good friends of mine,With whom we are often invited to dine,Who get on my nerves so that I cannot eatOr stay with my usual..

© Edgar Albert Guest

We Need A Few More Optimists

We need a few more optimists,The kind that double up their fistsAnd set their jaws, determined-like,A blow at infamy to strike.Not smiling men, who..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Sorry Hostess

She said she was sorry the weather was badThe night that she asked us to dine;And she really appeared inexpressibly sadBecause she had hoped 'twould..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Leader Of The Gang

Seems only just a year ago that he was toddling round the placeIn pretty little colored suits and with a pink and shining face.I used to hold him in..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Send Her A Valentine

Send her a valentine to sayYou love her in the same old way.Just drop the long familiar waysAnd live again the old-time daysWhen love was new and..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The March Of Mortality

Over the hills of time to the valley of endless years;Over the roads of woe to the land that is free from tearsUp from the haunts of men to the place..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Home And The Baby

Home was never home before,Till the baby came.Love no golden jewels wore,Till the baby came.There was joy, but now it seemsDreams were not the rosy..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Back Home

GLAD to be back home again,Where abide the friendly men;Glad to see the same old scenesAnd the little house that meansAll the joys the soul has..

© Edgar Albert Guest

No Better Land Than This

If I knew a better country in this glorious world todayWhere a man's work hours are shorter and he's drawing bigger pay,If the Briton or the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

No Room For Hate

We have room for the man with an honest dream,With his heart on fire and his eyes agleam;We have room for the man with a purpose true,Who comes to..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Gift of India

"Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?Lo ! I have flung to the East and the WestPriceless treasures..

© Sarojini Naidu

To Youth

O YOUTH, sweet comrade Youth, wouldst thou be gone?Long have we dwelt together, thou and I;Together drunk of many an alien dawn,And plucked the fruit..

© Sarojini Naidu