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").
Everlasting Love
Love is the sweetest feeling,It makes life so divine,The beauty of it, revealing,How two hearts can entwine.On this Sweetest Day, my love,I want you..
© Sweetest Day
Sweetest Day Memories
As I sit and reminisceOn all the sweetest days that passedI am grateful for the blissOf love that forever lasts.The first sweetest day we sharedWas..
© Sweetest Day
Sweetest Day Love
On this sweetest day,I want to express my loveWith words that will stayIn your heart as a dove.Your sweet smile lights upEvery dark corner of my..
© Sweetest Day
Honey Love
You are my honey loveSo sweet and pure and trueOn Sweetest Day, my darlingI’ll give my heart to you.
© Sweetest Day
Candy Kisses
A kiss as sweet as candyFrom you is all I needOn Sweetest Day, my love,Your lips my heart will feed
© Sweetest Day
Forever Mine
On Sweetest Day, my love,I offer you my heartForever, you’ll be mineTill death do us apart
© Sweetest Day
Sweetheart
You are the sweetnessTo my bitter daysYour love completes meIn every single way
© Sweetest Day
Sweetest Day Poem by Walter Anchors
As you in your bed layAnd I sit here thinking about the yearsWhile the sounds outside I hearHappy Sweetest DayThough some may found it gayOn how we..
© Sweetest Day
SWEETEST DAY
Today is the SWEETEST DAY on Earthbecause you are in itNot just a day of hearts and rosesto express my feelings for youNot just a day of chocolate..
© Sweetest Day
Christopher Columbus
by Joanna Baillie On Palos’ shore, whose crowded strandBore priests and nobles of the land,And rustic hinds and townsmen trim,And harnessed soldiers..
© Columbus Day
Columbus
by Helen L. Smith A harbor in a sunny, southern city;Ships at their anchor, riding in the lee;A little lad, with steadfast eyes, and dreamy,Who ever..
© Columbus Day
The Boy Columbus
by Madison Cawein And he had mused on lands each bird,—That winged from realms of Falerina,O'er seas of the Enchanted Sword,—In romance sang him..
© Columbus Day
Flawless His Heart
by James Russell LowellFlawless his heart and tempered to the coreWho, beckoned by the forward-leaning wave,First left behind him the firm-footed..
© Columbus Day
Columbus to Ferdinand
by Philip Freneau. Columbus was a considerable number of years engaged in soliciting the court of Spain to fit him out, in order to discover a new..
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Death of a Young Son by Drowning
He, who navigated with successthe dangerous river of his own birthonce more set forthon a voyage of discoveryinto the land I floated onbut could not..
© Margaret Atwood
February
Winter. Time to eat fatand watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,a black fur sausage with yellowHoudini eyes, jumps up on the bed and triesto..
© Margaret Atwood
Provisions
What should we have takenwith us? We never could decideon that; or what to wear,or at what time ofyear we should make the journeySo here we are in..
© Margaret Atwood
Backdropp Addresses Cowboy
Starspangled cowboysauntering out of the almost-silly West, on your facea porcelain grin,tugging a papier-mache cactuson wheels behind you with a..
© Margaret Atwood
The Rest
The rest of us watch from beyond the fenceas the woman moves with her jagged strideinto her pain as if into a slow race.We see her body in motionbut..
© Margaret Atwood
Postcards
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say?The palm trees on the reverseare a delusion; so is the pink sand.What we have are the usualfractured coke..
© Margaret Atwood
A Visit
Gone are the dayswhen you could walk on water.When you could walk.The days are gone.Only one day remains,the one you're in.The memory is no friend.It..
© Margaret Atwood
Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War
He was the sort of manwho wouldn't hurt a fly.Many flies are now alivewhile he is not.He was not my patron.He preferred full granaries, I battle.My..
© Margaret Atwood
In The Secular Night
In the secular night you wander aroundalone in your house. It's two-thirty.Everyone has deserted you,or this is your story;you remember it from being..
© Margaret Atwood
Night Poem
There is nothing to be afraid of,it is only the windchanging to the east, it is onlyyour father the thunderyour mother the rainIn this country of..
© Margaret Atwood
The Shadow Voice
My shadow said to me:what is the matterIsn't the moon warmenough for youwhy do you needthe blanket of another bodyWhose kiss is mossAround the picnic..
© Margaret Atwood