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").
Childless
If certain folks that I know wellShould come to me their woes to tellI'd read the sorrow in their facesAnd I could analyze their cases.I watch some..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Boy's Tribute
Prettiest girl I've ever seenIs Ma.Lovelier than any queenIs Ma.Girls with curls go walking by,Dainty, graceful, bold an' shy,But the one that takes..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Boost For Modern Methods
In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;Perhaps the world was happier then, I'm..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Just Folks
We're queer folks here.We'll talk about the weather,The good times we have had together,The good times near,The roses buddin', an' the beesOnce more..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Old, Old Story
I have no wish to rail at fate,And vow that I'm unfairly treated;I do not give vent to my hateBecause at times I am defeated.Life has its ups and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
As It Goes
In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine;The things that I thought she would really enjoyDon't seem to be..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Unimportant Differences
If he is honest, kindly, true,And glad to work from day to day;If when his bit of toil is throughWith children he will stoop to play;If he does..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Weaver
The patter of rain on the roof,The glint of the sun on the rose;Of life, these the warp and the woof,The weaving that everyone knows.Now grief with..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Toys
I can pass up the lure of a jewel to wearWith never the trace of a sigh,The things on a shelf that I'd like for myselfI never regret I can't buy.I..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Open Fire
There in the flame of the open grate,All that is good in the past I see:Red-lipped youth on the swinging gate,Bright-eyed youth with its..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Questions
Would you sell your boy for a stack of gold?Would you miss that hand that is yours to hold?Would you take a fortune and never seeThe man, in a few..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Price Of Riches
Nobody stops at the rich man's door to pass the time of day.Nobody shouts a 'hello!' to him in the good old-fashioned way.Nobody comes to his porch..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Man To Be
Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt,And somewhere, as a little boy, that future hero plays about.Within some humble..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Day Of Days
A year is filled with glad events:The best is Christmas day,But every holiday presentsIts special round of play,And looking back on boyhood nowAnd..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Hollyhocks
Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:The morning-glories on the wall,The pansies in their patch of shade,The violets, stolen from a glade,The..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Old-Time Family
It makes me smile to hear 'em tell each other nowadaysThe burdens they are bearing, with a child or two to raise.Of course the cost of living has..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Sorrow Tugs
There's a lot of joy in the smiling world,there's plenty of morning sun,And laughter and songs and dances, too,when-ever the day's work's done;Full..
© Edgar Albert Guest
As Fall The Leaves
As fall the leaves, so drop the daysIn silence from the tree of life;Born for a little while to blazeIn action in the heat of strife,And then to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Perfect Dinner Table
A table cloth that's slightly soiledWhere greasy little hands have toiled;The napkins kept in silver rings,And only ordinary thingsFrom which to eat..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Wish
I'd like to be a boy again, a care-free prince of joy again,I'd like to tread the hills and dales the way I used to do;I'd like the tattered shirt..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Warriors
We all are warriors with sin. Crusading knights,we come to earthWith spotless plumes and shining shields to joustwith foes and prove our worth.The..
© Edgar Albert Guest
We'Ve Had A Letter From The Boy
We've had a letter from the boy,And oh, the gladness and the joyIt brought to us! We read it o'erI'd say a dozen times or more.We laughed until the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Defeat
No one is beat till he quits,No one is through till he stops,No matter how hard Failure hits,No matter how often he drops,A fellow's not down till he..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Finer Thought
How fine it is at night to say:'I have not wronged a soul to-day.I have not by a word or deed,In any breast sowed anger's seed,Or caused a fellow..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Peaceful Warriors
Let others sing their songs of warAnd chant their hymns of splendid death,Let others praise the soldiers' waysAnd hail the cannon's flaming..
© Edgar Albert Guest