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 Labor
Every brick, every page, every song,Every effort, small or strong,Builds a legacy that will remain,Long after we forget the pain.Workers of all..
© Labor Day
A Celebration of Effort
On Labor Day, we pause to see,The sweat and care of industry.The builders, doctors, cooks, and more,Each opens doors, each shapes the core.From..
© Labor Day
Work Shapes Life
Work is the heartbeat, steady and true,It builds, it mends, it carries through.Through calloused hands and thoughtful mind,The world grows better..
© Labor Day
Labor’s Quiet Strength
Not all heroes wear a cape,Some shape the world without escape.In offices, in fields, on roads,They bear the weight, they share the loads.Their..
© Labor Day
The Spirit of Work
Work is more than coin or pay,It shapes our world in every way.A builder, teacher, nurse, or guide,Their labor flows like ocean tide.Through sweat..
© Labor Day
A Tribute to Dedication
Labor Day is more than rest,It honors all who give their best.The ones who toil, who rise, who strive,Who keep our dreams and hopes alive.Their hands..
© Labor Day
The Hands That Build
Through early dawn and evening light,The hands that work give life its might.They lift, they craft, they sow, they plan,And shape the world with..
© Labor Day
For Every Dog
For every dog with open eyes,For every pup beneath the skies,For those with homes, for those who wait,For every heart behind a gate.May kindness find..
© International Dog Day
Where Pawprints Stay
Time moves fast, as time will do,Yet some love doesn’t fade — it’s true.The years may pass, the house grow still,But pawprints mark the hallway..
© International Dog Day
Guardian of the Ordinary
You guard the door, the yard, the night,But more — you guard my inner fight.When days grow heavy, slow, and gray,You lead me back to simple play.A..
© International Dog Day
The Language of Dogs
Dogs speak a tongue no book can teach,A wordless vow within our reach.In wagging tails and waiting near,They say the things we need to hear.They..
© International Dog Day
A Life Beside You
You came with quiet steps into my days,No golden crown, no need for praise.A simple heart, so strong, so true,A world made warmer just by you.You..
© International Dog Day
The Clover
Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose,And the pansies and pinks that the SummertimethrowsIn the green grassy lap of the medder that..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Child-World
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less,To those who knew its boundless happiness.A simple old frame house--eight rooms in all--Set just one side..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Boy's Candidate
Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come,He bringed a watermelon home--An' half the boys in town,Come taggin' after him.--An' heSays, when we et..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Boys
Where are they?--the friends of my childhood enchanted--The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own,And the warm, chubby fingers my palms have so..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Boy Lives On Our Farm
The boy lives on our Farm, he's notAfeard o' horses none!An' he can make 'em lope, er trot,Er rack, er pace, er run.Sometimes he drives two horses..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Book Of Joyous Children
Bound and bordered in leaf-green,Edged with trellised buds and flowersAnd glad Summer-gold, with cleanWhite and purple morning-gloriesSuch as suit..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Best Times
When Old Folks they wuz young like usAn' little as you an' meThem wuz the best times ever wuzEr ever goin' to be!
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Best Is Good Enough
I quarrel not with destiny,But make the best of everything-The best is good enough for me.Leave discontent alone, and sheWill shut her mouth and let..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Beautiful City
The Beautiful City! ForeverIts rapturous praises resound;We fain would behold it-- but neverA glimpse of its dory is found:We slacken our lips at the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Pan
This Pan is but an idle god, I guess,Since all the fair midsummer of my dreamsHe loiters listlessly by woody streams,Soaking the lush glooms up with..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Over The Eyes Of Gladness
'The voice of One hath spoken,And the bended reed is bruised--The golden bowl is broken,And the silver cord is loosed.'Over the eyes of gladnessThe..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Reach Your Hand To Me
Reach your hand to me, my friend,With its heartiest caress--Sometime there will come an endTo its present faithfulness--Sometime I may ask in vainFor..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Proem
Where are they-- the Afterwhiles--Luring us the lengthening milesOf our lives? Where is the dawnWith the dew across the lawnStroked with eager feet..
© James Whitcomb Riley