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 Day of Tricks
April comes with playful light,A teasing breeze, a joke in sight.The world wakes up with laughing eyes,And every word becomes surprise.Today we pause..
© April Fools Day
The World We Heal
A world in motion, soft or strong,With voices clear or quiet song.Today reminds us: we belongTo caring where our hearts are drawn.To rest, to rise..
© World Health Day
Because We Care
We walk together, side by side,With hope and courage as our guide.The world unites in gentle waysTo celebrate our health today.From doctors kind to..
© World Health Day
The Quiet Gift of Health
No diamonds glow as bright by farAs simple wellness—life’s true star.Not gold, not power, not whispered fameCan soothe the body just the same.A..
© World Health Day
Where Wellness Begins
It starts with breath, the quiet air,The warmth of light, a hopeful prayer.The food we choose, the paths we take,The gentle habits that we..
© World Health Day
The Pulse of the World
Today the world takes one deep breath,A pause against the pace of death.We honor life in every form,In tender hearts and bodies warm.A beating pulse..
© World Health Day
Answered Prayers
I prayed for riches, and achieved success;All that I touched turned into gold. Alas!My cares were greater and my peace was less,When that wish came..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Answered
Good-bye – Yes, I am going,Sudden? Well, you are right.But a startling truth came home to meWith sudden force last night.What is it? shall I tell..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Angel Or Demon
You call me an angel of love and of light,A being of goodness and heavenly fire,Sent out from God’s kingdom to guide you aright,In paths where your..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
An Old Man To His Sleeping Young Bride
As when the old moon lighted by the tenderAnd radiant crescent of the new is seen,And for a moment's space suggests the splendorOf what in its full..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
An Inspiration
However the battle is ended,Though proudly the victor comesWith fluttering flags and prancing nagsAnd echoing roll of drums.Still truth proclaims..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
An Episode
Along a narrow Moorish streetA blue-eyed soldier strode.(Ah, well-a-day.)Veiled from her lashes to her feetShe stepped from her abode,(Ah..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
An Empty Crib
Beside a crib that holds a baby’s stocking,A tattered picture book, a broken toy,A sleeping mother dreams that she is rockingHer fair-haired cherub..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
An Answer
If all the year was summer-time,And all the aim of lifeWas just to lilt on like a rhyme –Then I would be your wife.If all the days were August..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
American Boys, Hello!
Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in FrenchAs along through France we go.But the moments to us that are keen and sweetAre the ones when our..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ambition's Trail
If all the end of this continuous strivingWere simply to attain,How poor would seem the planning and contrivingThe endless urging and the hurried..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Always At Sea
Always at sea I think about the dead.On barques invisible they seem to sailThe self-same course; and from the decks cry 'Hail'!Then I recall old..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
All That Love Asks
All that I ask, 'says Love, 'is just to standAnd gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;For in their depths lies largest Paradise.Yet, if perchance..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
All Roads That Lead To God Are Good
All roads that lead to God are good.What matters it, your faith, or mine?Both centre at the goal divineOf love’s eternal Brotherhood.The kindly life..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Alcohol's Requiem Upon Prof. P. F. K., A Gifted Man, Who Died A Victim Of Strong Drink
Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won you another!Another grand soul I have ruined and taken;I, who am licensed by good Christian people,Eat and eat at..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
After The Engagement
Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended---The ball I wrote was to be;And oh! it was perfectly splendid---If you could have been here to see.I've a thousand..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Advice
I must do as you do? Your way I ownIs a very good way, and still,There are sometimes two straight roads to a town,One over, one under the hill.You..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ad Finum
On the white throat of useless passionThat scorched my soul with its burning breathI clutched my fingers in murderous fashionAnd gathered them close..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Acquaintance
Not we who daily walk the City's street;Not those who have been cradled in its heart,Best understand its architectural art,Or realise its grandeur...
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
About May
One night Nurse Sleep held out her handTo tired little May.'Come, go with me to Wonderland,'She said, 'I know the way.Just rock-a-by-hum-m-m,And lo!..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox