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").
Because Your Voice Was At My Side
Because your voice was at my sideI gave him pain,Because within my hand I heldYour hand again.There is no word nor any signCan make amend -- -He is a..
© James Joyce
Be Not Sad
Be not sad because all menPrefer a lying clamour before you:Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -Can they dishonour you?They are sadder than all..
© James Joyce
Bahnhofstrasse
The eyes that mock me sign the wayWhereto I pass at eve of day.Grey way whose violet signals areThe trysting and the twining star.Ah star of evil!..
© James Joyce
At That Hour
At that hour when all things have repose,O lonely watcher of the skies,Do you hear the night wind and the sighsOf harps playing unto Love to..
© James Joyce
Alone
The noon's greygolden meshes makeAll night a veil,The shorelamps in the sleeping lakeLaburnum tendrils trail.The sly reeds whisper to the nightA..
© James Joyce
All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
All day I hear the noise of watersMaking moan,Sad as the sea-bird is when, goingForth alone,He hears the winds cry to the water'sMonotone.The grey..
© James Joyce
A Prayer
Again!Come, give, yield all your strength to me!From far a low word breathes on the breaking brainIts cruel calm, submission's misery,Gentling her..
© James Joyce
A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man
Are you not weary of ardent ways,Lure of the fallen seraphim?Tell no more of enchanted days.Your eyes have set man's heart ablazeAnd you have had..
© James Joyce
A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight
They mouth love's language. GnashThe thirteen teethYour lean jaws grin with. LashYour itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.Love's breath in you..
© James Joyce
A Flower Given To My Daughter
Frail the white rose and frail areHer hands that gaveWhose soul is sere and palerThan time's wan wave.Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailestA wonder..
© James Joyce
Ireland’s Heartbeat
From distant shores to bustling towns,Saint Patrick’s Day lifts weary frowns.A day of history, culture, and cheer,Of Irish pride we hold so..
© Saint Patricks Day
Leprechaun’s Parade
Through misty hills and cobbled streets,A leprechaun dances to cheerful beats.Gold and luck are said to hide,Beneath the rainbow’s glowing..
© Saint Patricks Day
The Shamrock’s Tale
Beneath the morning’s gentle mist,Shamrocks grow in nature’s twist.Saint Patrick came with courage bright,Teaching faith, hope, and guiding light.Now..
© Saint Patricks Day
March Winds of Joy
The winds of March bring tales of old,Of saints and legends proudly told.Leprechauns dance in morning light,Their tiny shoes tapping with..
© Saint Patricks Day
Emerald Fields
On March seventeenth, the world turns green,From city streets to fields serene.Shamrocks sway beneath the sky,As laughter echoes, spirits..
© Saint Patricks Day
Humorous Style — Shadow Game
The groundhog peeks, the people cheer,Will winter stay, or disappear?He scratches, yawns, then looks around,No pressure here — just solid ground!A..
© Groundhog Day
Modern Style — A Moment in February
A crowd gathers in morning chill,Cameras flash on the frozen hill.The groundhog pops, the world holds breath,Will winter stay, or leave its..
© Groundhog Day
Classical Style — Nature’s Herald
From burrow dark, he makes his way,To meet the light of winter’s day.If shadow falls, the cold will stay,If none appears, then spring holds..
© Groundhog Day
Philosophical Style — Signs of Time
Beneath the soil, in darkness deep,The groundhog dreams while others sleep.A shadow cast, a shadow gone,Yet life moves ever, dusk to dawn.The world..
© Groundhog Day
Romantic Style — Whispering Winter
The winter whispers soft and low,Through frozen fields and falling snow.The groundhog stirs beneath the earth,A silent guardian of nature’s..
© Groundhog Day
The Groundhog’s Promise
Oh little groundhog, small and wise,You read the truth in winter skies.The world awaits your yearly call,To tell if snow will linger tall.Yet shadow..
© Groundhog Day
Between Winter and Spring
Between the frost and budding green,The groundhog stands — a sign unseen.Of time that moves, of life’s slow flow,Of what’s to come, we do not..
© Groundhog Day
February’s Secret
The morning cold, the meadow white,A hush before the day’s first light.The groundhog wakes and looks around,His tiny paws upon the ground.He tells no..
© Groundhog Day
Waiting for the Shadow
The crowd has gathered, breath held tight,To see if sun will shine its light.The groundhog stirs, his moment near,A symbol small, yet held so..
© Groundhog Day
The Whisper of the Groundhog
Beneath the earth, he sleeps so deep,While snowflakes fall and cold winds weep.Then February calls his name,And out he peeks — the world the same.A..
© Groundhog Day