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").
The Wandering Jew
The stars are falling, and the skyIs like a field of faded flowers;The winds on weary wings go by;The moon hides, and the tempest lowers;And still..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Twins
One 's the pictur' of his Pa,And the _other_ of her Ma--Jes the bossest pair o' babies 'at a mortal ever saw!And we love 'em as the beesLoves the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Tree-Toad
''Scurious-like,' said the tree-toad,'I've twittered far rain all day;And I got up soon,And I hollered till noon--But the sun, hit blazed away,Till I..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Town Karnteel
The Town Karnteel--! It's who'll revealIts praises jushtifiable?For who can sing av anythingSo lovely and reliable?Whin Summer, Spring, or Winter..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Touches Of Her Hand
The touches of her hands are like the fallOf velvet snowflakes; like the touch of downThe peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;The flossy..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Stepmother
First she come to our house,Tommy run and hid;And Emily and Bob and meWe cried jus' like we didWhen Mother died,--and we all said'At we all wisht 'at..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me
Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here,Maked me a squirtgun out o' someElder-bushes 'at growed out nearWhere wuz the brickyard--'way out clearTo where the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Shoemaker
Thou Poet, who, like any lark,Dost whet thy beak and trillFrom misty morn till murky dark,Nor ever pipe thy fill:Hast thou not, in thy cheery..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Singer
While with Ambition's hectic flameHe wastes the midnight oil,And dreams, high-throned on heights of fame,To rest him from his toil,--Death's Angel..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Silent Victors
MAY 30, 1878,Dying for victory, cheer on cheerThundered on his eager ear.--CHARLES L. HOLSTEIN.IDeep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's heartThrobs..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Legacy of Labor
Every brick, every page, every song,Every effort, small or strong,Builds a legacy that will remain,Long after we forget the pain.Workers of all..
© Labor Day
A Celebration of Effort
On Labor Day, we pause to see,The sweat and care of industry.The builders, doctors, cooks, and more,Each opens doors, each shapes the core.From..
© Labor Day
Work Shapes Life
Work is the heartbeat, steady and true,It builds, it mends, it carries through.Through calloused hands and thoughtful mind,The world grows better..
© Labor Day
Labor’s Quiet Strength
Not all heroes wear a cape,Some shape the world without escape.In offices, in fields, on roads,They bear the weight, they share the loads.Their..
© Labor Day
The Spirit of Work
Work is more than coin or pay,It shapes our world in every way.A builder, teacher, nurse, or guide,Their labor flows like ocean tide.Through sweat..
© Labor Day
A Tribute to Dedication
Labor Day is more than rest,It honors all who give their best.The ones who toil, who rise, who strive,Who keep our dreams and hopes alive.Their hands..
© Labor Day
The Hands That Build
Through early dawn and evening light,The hands that work give life its might.They lift, they craft, they sow, they plan,And shape the world with..
© Labor Day
For Every Dog
For every dog with open eyes,For every pup beneath the skies,For those with homes, for those who wait,For every heart behind a gate.May kindness find..
© International Dog Day
Where Pawprints Stay
Time moves fast, as time will do,Yet some love doesn’t fade — it’s true.The years may pass, the house grow still,But pawprints mark the hallway..
© International Dog Day
Guardian of the Ordinary
You guard the door, the yard, the night,But more — you guard my inner fight.When days grow heavy, slow, and gray,You lead me back to simple play.A..
© International Dog Day
The Language of Dogs
Dogs speak a tongue no book can teach,A wordless vow within our reach.In wagging tails and waiting near,They say the things we need to hear.They..
© International Dog Day
A Life Beside You
You came with quiet steps into my days,No golden crown, no need for praise.A simple heart, so strong, so true,A world made warmer just by you.You..
© International Dog Day
The Clover
Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose,And the pansies and pinks that the SummertimethrowsIn the green grassy lap of the medder that..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Child-World
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less,To those who knew its boundless happiness.A simple old frame house--eight rooms in all--Set just one side..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Boy's Candidate
Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come,He bringed a watermelon home--An' half the boys in town,Come taggin' after him.--An' heSays, when we et..
© James Whitcomb Riley