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").
“Clear Words”
Honest words are clear and kind,They free the heart and calm the mind.No twisted tales, no hidden lies,Just open thoughts and steady eyes.When truth..
© Honesty Day
“The Weight of Truth”
Truth walks softly, yet stands tall,A quiet voice that guides us all.It needs no mask, no clever play,It lights the honest, simple way.Though truth..
© Honesty Day
The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front
Oh! it is not just the men who face the guns,Not the fighters at the Front alone, to-dayWho will bring the longed-for close to the bloody fray, for..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Kettle
There’s many a house of grandeur,With turret, tower and dome,That knows not peace or comfort,And does not prove a home.I do not ask for splendourTo..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Jealous Gods
Oh life is wonderful,' she said,'And all my world is bright;Can Paradise show fairer skies,Or more effulgent light?'(Speak lower, lower, mortal..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Island Of Endless Play
Said Willie to Tom 'Let us hie awayTo the wonderful Island of Endless Play.It lies off the border of 'No School Land'And abounds with pleasures, I..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Hour
This is the world's stupendous hourThe supreme moment for the raceTo see the emptiness of power,The worthlessness of wealth and place,To see the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Hen's Complaint
Beside an incubator stoodThe would-be mother of a brood.With drooping wings and nodding head,These are the clucked-out words she said:'O, vile..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Hammock's Complaint
Who thinks how desolate and strangeTo me must seem the autumn's change,When housed in attic or in chest,A lonely and unwilling guest,I lie through..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Gossips
A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest,Was hanging her head through the long golden hours;And early one morning I saw her tears falling,And..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Girl Of The U.S.A.
Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine,And I think every fellow will stateThat the 'what-you-may-call-it' coiffured wayThey put up their hair..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Giddy Girl
A giddy young maiden with nimble feet,Heigh-ho! alack and alas!Declared she would far rather dance than eat,And the truth of it came to pass.For she..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Foolish Elm
The bold young Autumn came riding alongOne day where an elm-tree grew.'You are fair,' he said, as she bent down her head,'Too fair for your robe's..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Flowers Have Tender Little Souls
The flowers have tender little soulsThat love, rejoice, aspire.Each star that on its orbit rollsFeels infinite desire.The diamond longs to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Farewell To Clarimonde
Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst not forget me.Although no more I haunt thy dreams at night,Thy hungering heart forever must regret me,And starve for..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Farewell
'Tis not the untried soldier new to dangerWho fears to enter into active strife.Amidst the roll of drums, the cannon's rattle,He craves adventure..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Falling Of Thrones
Above the din of commerce, above the clamor and rattleOf labor disputing with riches, of Anarchists' threats and groans,Above the hurry and hustle..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Englishman
Born in the flesh, and bred in the bone,Some of us harbour stillA New World pride: and we flaunt or hideThe Spirit of Bunker Hill.We claim our place..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Engine
Into the gloom of the deep, dark night,With panting breath and a startled scream;Swift as a bird in sudden flightDarts this creature of steel and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Empty Bowl
I held the golden vessel of my soulAnd prayed that God would fill it from on high.Day after day the importuning cryGrew stronger-grew, a..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Duet
I was smoking a cigarette;Maud, my wife, and the tenor McKeyWere singing together a blithe duet,And days it were better I should forgetCame suddenly..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Duel
Oh many a duel the world has seenThat was bitter with hate, that was red with gore.But I sing of a duel by far more cruelThan ever a poet was sung..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Discontented Manicure Scissors
Said the manicure scissors one day,'The shears always have their own way,And I think it absurdThat I am deterredFrom entering into life's fray.My..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Dirge Of The Winds
The four winds of earth, the North, South, East, and West,Shrieked and groaned, sobbed and wailed, like the soul of unrest.I stood in the dusk of the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Destroyer
With care, and skill, and cunning artShe parried Time's malicious dart,And kept the years at bay,Till passion entered in her heartAnd aged her in a..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox