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").
Song of the Young
Sing, O youth, your fearless song,The world is wide, your time is long.With every step, a path you pave,A life of dreams, both free and brave.Let..
© Youth Day
Wings of Tomorrow
Young hearts rise on wings of tomorrow,Through fields of hope, beyond all sorrow.Ideas take flight, bright and free,A world reborn with what will..
© Youth Day
The Flame of Youth
Youth is a flame that burns so bright,A beacon glowing in the night.With dreams to chase and hearts so bold,The future waits, its story told.Step..
© Youth Day
A Very Youthful Affair
I'm bin a-visitun 'bout a weekTo my little Cousin's at Nameless Creek,An' I'm got the hives an' a new straw hat,An' I'm come back home where my beau..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Almon Keefer
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and eyesWith their all-varying..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Autumn
As a harvester, at dusk,Faring down some woody trailLeading homeward through the muskOf may-apple and pawpaw,Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,--So comes..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Back From A Two-Years' Sentence
Back from a two-years' sentence!And though it had been ten,You think, I were scarred no deeperIn the eyes of my fellow-men.'My fellow-men--?' Sounds..
© James Whitcomb Riley
He Called Her In
IHe called her in from me and shut the door.And she so loved the sunshine and the sky!--She loved them even better yet than IThat ne'er knew dearth..
© James Whitcomb Riley
John Walsh
A strange life--strangely passed!We may not read the soulWhen God has folded up the scrollIn death at last.We may not--dare not say of oneWhose task..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Leedle Dutch Baby
Leedle Dutch baby haff come ter town!Jabber und jump till der day gone down--Jabber und sphlutter und sphlit hees jaws--Vot a Dutch baby dees..
© James Whitcomb Riley
In The Dark
O in the depths of midnightWhat fancies haunt the brain!When even the sigh of the sleeperSounds like a sob of pain.A sense of awe and of wonderI may..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Johnson's Boy
The world is turned ag'in' me,And people says, 'They guessThat nothin' else is in meBut pure maliciousness!'I git the blame for doin'What other chaps..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Inscribed
To the Elect of Love,--or side-by-sideIn raptest ecstasy, or sundered wideBy seas that bear no message to or froBetween the loved and lost of long..
© James Whitcomb Riley
In The South
There is a princess in the SouthAbout whose beauty rumors humLike honey-bees about the mouthOf roses dewdrops falter from;And O her hair is like the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
An Autumnal Extravaganza
With a sweeter voice than birdsDare to twitter in their sleep,Pipe for me a tune of words,Till my dancing fancies leapInto freedom vaster farThan the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Song Of Singing
Sing! gangling lad, along the brinkOf wild brook-ways of shoal and deep,Where killdees dip, and cattle drink,And glinting little minnows leap!Sing!..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Mr. What's-His-Name
They called him Mr. What's-his-name:From where he was, or why he came,Or when, or what he found to do,Nobody in the city knew.He lived, it seemed..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Ripest Peach
The ripest peach is highest on the tree --And so her love, beyond the reach of me,Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bowHer heart down to me..
© James Whitcomb Riley
When Bessie Died
If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped,And ne'er would nestle in your palm again;If the white feet into the grave had tripped--'When Bessie..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Mylo Jones's Wife
'Mylo Jones's wife' was allI heerd, mighty near, last Fall--Visitun relations downT'other side of Morgantown!Mylo Jones's wife she doesThis and that..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Variation
I am tired of this!Nothing else but loving!Nothing else but kiss and kiss,Coo, and turtle-doving!Can't you change the order some?Hate me just a..
© James Whitcomb Riley
A Wrangdillion
Dexery-tethery! down in the dike,Under the ooze and the slime,Nestles the wraith of a reticent Gryke,Blubbering bubbles of rhyme:Though the reeds..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show
A was an elegant ApeWho tied up his ears with red tape,And wore a long veilHalf revealing his tailWhich was trimmed with jet bugles and crape.B was a..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Friday Afternoon
To William Morris Pierson[1868-1870]Of the wealth of facts and fanciesThat our memories may recall,The old school-day romancesAre the dearest, after..
© James Whitcomb Riley
When Old Jack Died
I.When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said,At home, we needn't go that day), and noneOf us ate any breakfast--only one,And that was..
© James Whitcomb Riley