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").
Care-Free Youth
The skies are blue and the sun is outand the grass is green and softAnd the old charm's back in the apple treeand it calls a boy aloft;And the same..
© Edgar Albert Guest
I
Nobody hates me more than I;No enemy have I to-dayThat I so bravely must defy;There are no foes along my way,However bitter they may be,So powerful..
© Edgar Albert Guest
People Like Him
People liked him, not becauseHe was rich or known to fame;He had never won applauseAs a star in any game.His was not a brilliant style,His was not a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Gratitude
Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way;Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day;Be grateful for the health..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lord, Make Me A Regular Man
This I would like to be- braver and bolder,Just a bit wiser because I am older,Just a bit kinder to those I may meet,Just a bit manlier taking..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Scoutmaster
There isn't any pay for you, you serve without reward,The boys who tramp the fields with you but little could afford.And yet your pay is richer far..
© Edgar Albert Guest
I Mustn'T Forget
I mustn't forget that I'm gettin' old,That's the worst thing ever a man can do.I must keep in mind without bein' toldThat old ideas must give away to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Friend [2]
A friend is one who takes your handAnd talks a speech you understandhe's partly kindness, partly mirthAnd Faith unfaltering in your worthshe's first..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Baby Feet
Tell me, what is half so sweetAs a baby's tiny feet,Pink and dainty as can be,Like a coral from the sea?Talk of jewels strung in rows,Gaze upon those..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Just Half Of That, Please
Grandmother says when I pass her the cake:'Just half of that, please.'If I serve her the tenderest portion of steak:'Just half of that, please.'And..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Effort
He brought me his report card from the teacher and he saidHe wasn't very proud of it and sadly bowed his head.He was excellent in reading, but..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Winding The Clock
When I was but a little lad, my old Grandfather saidThat none should wind the clock but he, and so, at time for bed,He'd fumble for the curious key..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Prayer, 1918
Oh, make us worthy,God, we pray,To do thy serviceHere to-day;Endow us withThe strength we needFor everySacrificial deed!
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Kindergarten Miss
The little kindergarten miss,Source of all my joy and bliss,Every evening in the windowWaits and watches just for me;Waits and watches for her..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Thec Lanes Of Memory
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,And looking back we smile to see life's bright red roses reappear,The little sprigs of..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Nothing To Laugh At
'Taint nothin' to laugh at as I can see!If you'd been stung by a bumble bee,An' your nose wuz swelled an' it smarted, too,You wouldn't want people to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
He Has Not Lived In Vain
HE has not lived in vainIf men can sayWhen he has passed away:"He labored not for gain.'If one can truly say:'I loved him for his smile,He walked..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Carry On
They spoke it bravely, grimly, in their darkest hours of doubt;They spoke it when their hope was low and when their strength gave out;We heard it..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Dan Mcgann Declares Himself
Said Dan McGann to a foreign man who worked at the selfsame bench,'Let me tell you this,' and for emphasis he flourished a Stilson wrench;'Don't talk..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Memories Of Tomorrow
These are the memories of tomorrow,Smile of friend we meet today,Sympathy to soothe our sorrow,Roses blooming by the way;Little jests to cheer the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Bright Side
KINDER like to see the bright side,See the gay and dancing light side,See the good and decent right sideOf the worst that happens me;For the gloomy..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Living Flowers
'I'm never alone in the garden,' he said. 'I'mnever alone with the flowers.It seems like I'm meeting the wonderful deadout here with these blossoms..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Baby's Feet
Pinker than the roses that enrich a summer's day,Splashing in the bath tub or just kicking them in play,Nothing in the skies above or earth below as..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Vote Of Thanks
FOR every man who works there areA dozen who will let him;They'll smiling bask within the shadeThe while his duties fret him.And when his arduous..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Living Monuments
OUR children are our monuments,The little ones we leave behind,If they are good and brave and kind,And labor here with true intents,Our lives and..
© Edgar Albert Guest