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 Legacy of Work
Through the years, the story flows,Of hands that toil and courage shows.Factories, fields, and offices bright,All shine under Labor Day light.The..
© Labor Day
The Spirit of Labor Day
From sunrise to sunset, hands at work,Building dreams where shadows lurk.From streets to farms, from seas to skies,Labor’s spirit never dies.We..
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Labor and Liberty
Labor and liberty forever entwined,A testament to the hearts and minds.The workers of yesterday, bold and free,Fought for rights and dignity.Today we..
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A Tribute to Workers
On the first Monday in September’s light,We pause to celebrate a noble fight.The fight for fair work, safe and just,A labor of love, a nation’s..
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The Backbone of a Nation
Labor Day arrives with pride and cheer,A tribute to those who persevere.From factories, offices, fields, and more,Workers build the life we all..
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Liberty’s Flame
In every heart a flame remains—Not born of joy, not born of pain.It is the light that guides our way,The soul of Independence Day.So let it shine in..
© Independence Day
The Fourth of July
The Fourth arrives with flags unfurled,A celebration across the world.Music, laughter, voices blend,As families gather, friends with friends.But..
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Freedom’s Song
A song of freedom fills the air,Soft as hope and deep as prayer.It drifts above the city lights,Across the days, into the nights.And those who hear..
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Heritage of the Brave
We walk the roads the brave once paved,By hearts unbroken, spirits saved.Their courage echoes through our time,A steady, everlasting chime.And so we..
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Fireworks Above, Freedom Within
The night sky trembles with fireworks high,Painting their glory across the sky.But deeper still, within our chest,The spark of freedom burns its..
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July’s Quiet Promise
In the warm embrace of July’s sun,We gather where our hopes are one.Not just a date, but a promise made—That freedom’s light will never fade.Through..
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Colors of Freedom
The morning rises gently over streets of red, white, blue,And every flag that greets the wind reminds us what is true.The freedom earned with courage..
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Gloria Mundi
Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold,Beneath a canopy of noonday smoke,I saw a measureless Beast, morose and bold,With eyes like one from filthy..
© Walter de la Mare
Moonlight
The far moon maketh lovers wiseIn her pale beauty trembling down,Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes,A strangeness not their own.And, though..
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The Sunken Garden
Speak not — whisper not;Here bloweth thyme and bergamot;Softly on the evening hour,Secret herbs their spices shower,Dark-spiked rosemary and..
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Miss T
It's a very odd thing -As odd can be -That whatever Miss T eatsTurns into Miss T.;Porridge and apples,Mince, muffins and mutton,Jam, junket, jumbles..
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John Mouldy
I spied John Mouldy in his celler,Deep down twenty steps of stone;In the dusk he sat a-smilingSmiling there all alone.He read no book, he snuffed no..
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The Moth
Isled in the midnight air,Musked with the dark's faint bloom,Out into glooming and secret hauntsThe flame cries, 'Come!'Lovely in dye and..
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Comfort
As I mused by the hearthside,Puss said to me;'there burns the fire , man,and here sit we.Four walls around usagainst the cold air;and the latch drawn..
© Walter de la Mare
Hi!
Hi! Handsome hunting man,Fire your little gun,Bang! Now that animalIs dead and dumb and done.Never more to peep again, creep again, leap again,Eat or..
© Walter de la Mare
The Fly
How large unto the tiny flyMust little things appear!-A rosebud like a feather bed,Its prickle like a spear;A dewdrop like a looking-glass,A hair..
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Brueghel's Winter
Jagg'd mountain peaks and skies ice-greenWall in the wild, cold scene below.Churches, farms, bare copse, the seaIn freezing quiet of winter..
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The Remonstrance
I was at peace until you cameAnd set a careless mind aflame;I lived in quiet; cold, content;All longing in safe banishment,Until your ghostly lips..
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The Scarecrow
All winter through I bow my headbeneath the driving rain;the North Wind powders me with snowand blows me black again;at midnight 'neath a maze of..
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Nod
Softly along the road of evening,In a twilight dim with rose,Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dewOld Nod, the shepherd, goes.His drowsy flock..
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