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 Answer
Men and boys, O fathers, brothers,Burst these fetters round you bound.Women, sisters, wives and mothers,Lift your faces from the ground!O Democracy..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Defeat?
WHO is it speaks of defeat? —I tell you a Cause like oursIs greater than defeat can know;It is the power of powers!As surely as the earth rolls..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Art
'YES, let Art go, if it must beThat with it men must starve —If Music, Painting, PoetrySpring from the wasted hearth!'Yes, let Art go, till once..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Still We Stand
Still we stand beneath the flag,With heavy hearts, yet spirits strong,Remembering a painful dayThat taught us right from wrong.Not through anger do..
© Patriot Day
A Nation’s Quiet Promise
We promise not to turn away,Not to forget, not to grow cold,To keep alive the truth of loveIn stories quietly retold.For in the smoke and shattered..
© Patriot Day
Names Written in the Sky
Their names are written not in stone,But in the lives they left behind,In every act of kindness shared,In courage rising from the mind.They walked..
© Patriot Day
The Silence at Dawn
There is a silence every year,When bells and memories appear,When flags stand still against the sky,And tears return without a cry.In that calm..
© Patriot Day
We Remember This September
We pause where time stood still that day,When morning skies turned dark with pain,When ordinary lives were changedBy loss no words could ever..
© Patriot Day
The Drum
O the drum!There is someIntonation in thy grumMonotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb,As we hearThrough the clearAnd unclouded..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Uncle Mart's Poem
THE OLD SNOW-MANHo! the old Snow-ManThat Noey Bixler made!He looked as fierce and sassyAs a soldier on parade!--'Cause Noey, when he made him,While..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Tugg Martin
I.Tugg Martin's tough.--No doubt o' that!And down there atThe town he come from word's bin sentAdvisin' this-here Settle-mentTo kindo' _humor_ Tugg..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Tom Van Arden
Tom Van Arden, my old friend,Our warm fellowship is oneFar too old to comprehendWhere its bond was first begun:Mirage-like before my gazeGleams a..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Tom Johnson's Quit
A passel o' the boys last night--An' me amongst 'em--kindo gotTo talkin' Temper'nce left an' right,An' workin' up 'blue-ribbon,' _hot_;An' while we..
© James Whitcomb Riley
To Santa Claus
Most tangible of all the gods that be,O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy!As first we scampered to thee-- now, as then,Take us as children to thy..
© James Whitcomb Riley
To The Serenader
Tinkle on, O sweet guitar,Let the dancing fingersLoiter where the low notes areBlended with the singer's:Let the midnight pour the moon'sMellow wine..
© James Whitcomb Riley
We Must Believe
_'Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief.'_We must believe--Being from birth endowed with love and trust--Born unto loving;--and how simply..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Wash Lowry's Reminiscence
And you're the poet of this concern?I've seed your name in printA dozen times, but I'll be dernI'd 'a' never 'a' took the hintO' the size you..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Want To Be Whur Mother Is
'Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!'Jeemses Rivers! won't some one ever shet that howl o' his?That-air yellin' drives me..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die
Lawzy! don't I rickollectThat-'air old swing in the lane!Right and proper, I expect,Old times _can't_ come back again;But I want to state, ef..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Their Sweet Sorrow
They meet to say farewell: Their wayOf saying this is hard to say--.He holds her hand an Instant, whollyDistressed-- and she unclasps it slowly,He..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Wife-Blessed
I.In youth he wrought, with eyes ablur,Lorn-faced and long of hair--In youth--in youth he painted herA sister of the air--Could clasp her not, but..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Way It Wuz
Las' July--an', I persume'Bout as hotAs the ole Gran'-Jury roomWhere they sot!--Fight 'twixt Mike an' Dock McGriff--'Pears to me jes' like as ifI'd a..
© James Whitcomb Riley
To My Good Master
In fancy, always, at thy desk, thrown wide,Thy most betreasured books ranged neighborly--The rarest rhymes of every land and seaAnd curious..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Speeding Of The King's Spite
A king--estranged from his loving QueenBy a foolish royal whim--Tired and sick of the dull routineOf matters surrounding him--Issued a mandate in..
© James Whitcomb Riley
To An Importunate Ghost
Get gone, thou most uncomfortable ghost!Thou really dost annoy me with thy thinImpalpable transparency of grin;And the vague, shadowy shape of thee..
© James Whitcomb Riley