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").
Sweet Danger
The danger of war, with its havoc of life,The danger of ocean, when storms are rife,The danger of jungles, where wild beasts hide,The danger that..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sunshine And Shadow
Life has its shadows, as well as its sun;Its lights and its shades, all twined together.I tried to single them out, one by one,Single and count them..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sunset
I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edgeAnd peer into night's chasm, dark and damp;High in his hand he held a blazing lamp,Then dropped it and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Summer Song
The meadow lark’s trill and the brown thrush’s whistleFrom morning to evening fill all the sweet air,And my heart is as light as the down of a..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Speech
Talk happiness. The world is sad enoughWithout your woe. No path is wholly rough.Look for the places that are smooth and clear,And speak of them to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Spectres
How terrible these nights are when aloneWith our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude,And some old sorrow, to the world unknown,Does suddenly with..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Speak
Obscured the sun, the world is dark;Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc,Send down thy spark.Let every heart in France be stirred,By such an all-compelling..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sounds From The Baseball Field
Batter in the home place,That was nobly done;Try and get the first baseRun!Run! RUN!Ah, there, short stop, will you miss?Hear the people cheer and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sorry
There is much in life that makes me sorry as I journeydown life’s way.And I seem to see more pathos in poor humanLives each day.I’m sorry for the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sorrow's Uses
The uses of sorrow I comprehendBetter and better at each year’s end.Deeper and deeper I seem to seeWhy and wherefore it has to beOnly after the dark..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Our Furry, Feathered, Scaled Friends
They chase the ball, they sing the song,They make our lives feel bright and strong.With every meow and playful leap,They fill our hearts and souls so..
© National Pet Day
The Gift of a Pet
A quiet purr, a joyful bark,They light the days and warm the dark.They teach us patience, love, and care,A friend who’s always truly there.So let us..
© National Pet Day
National Pet Day
From morning walks to evening rest,Our pets give love and do their best.Through every laugh, through every tear,Their faithful hearts are always..
© National Pet Day
A Friend for Life
Soft paws or gentle wings,Joy that every pet day brings.Fur or feathers, scales or fin,Love they give will never dim.A wagging tail, a happy purr,A..
© National Pet Day
Sonnet
Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some beeThat goes forth through the summer day and sings,And gathers honey from all growing thingsIn garden plot..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Songs Of A Country Home
IWho has not felt his heart leap up, and glowWhat time the tulips first begin to blow,Has one sweet joy, still left for him to know.It is like early..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Song Of The Wheelman
Over my desk in a dark office bending.Dim seems the sunlight and dull seems the day;But when the afternoon draws toward an ending,Here waits my steel..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Song Of The Spirit
Too sweet and too subtle for pen or for tongueIn phrases unwritten and measures unsung,As deep and as strange as the sounds of the sea,Is the song..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Song Of The Rail
Oh, an ugly thing is an iron rail,Black, with its face to the dust.But it carries a message where winged things fail;It crosses the mountains, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Song Of The Aviator
You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed,You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean,You may rush afar in your touring..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Song Of America
And now, when poets are singingTheir songs of olden days,And now, when the land is ringingWith sweet Centennial lays,My muse goes wandering..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone.For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.Sing, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
So Long In Coming
When shall I hear the thrushes sing,And see their graceful, round throats swelling?When shall I watch the bluebirds bringThe straws and twiglets for..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Smoke
Last summer, lazing by the sea,I met a most entrancing creature,Her black eyes quite bewildered me---She had a Spanish cast of feature.She often..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Smiles
Smile a little, smile a little,As you go along,Not alone when life is pleasant,But when things go wrong.Care delights to see you frowning,Loves to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox