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 Magic of Happiness
Happiness is not a thing to buy,It’s in a glance, a laugh, a sigh.It lives in moments, big and small,In every act that helps us all.A helping hand, a..
© International Happiness Day
Spread Kindness
Kindness grows like flowers in spring,Joy it brings to everything.A smile, a laugh, a gentle word,Can lift a spirit like a bird.On International..
© International Happiness Day
Happiness Around Us
The sun may shine, the birds may sing,Happiness can be in everything.A friend’s hug, a helping hand,A simple gesture can be grand.Gratitude can..
© International Happiness Day
Smile and Joy
Happiness is a gentle light,It warms the heart both day and night.A smile can travel far and wide,Bringing joy to those inside.A kind word spoken..
© International Happiness Day
Is It True?
A headline screams, a picture glows,But truth is not in every claim.The web can dress up lies as news,And spread them fast without a name.So pause a..
© Safer Internet Day
Keep Your Secrets Safe
The web invites us all to share,But some things are not meant to roam.Your name, your school, the place you live —Keep these details close to home.A..
© Safer Internet Day
Be the Kind Voice
Online the words can cut like steel,Or lift a heart with gentle tone.We choose the way we make others feel,For every message stands alone.A joke can..
© Safer Internet Day
Guard Your Key
Your password is your secret key,A gate that only you should know.Protect it well and carefully,Don’t let it slip or freely go.No birthdays, names..
© Safer Internet Day
Elegy:The End Of Funeral Elegies
MADAM—That I might make your cabinet my tomb,And for my fame, which I love next my soul,Next to my soul provide the happiest room,Admit to that place..
© John Donne
Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen
Her of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo:An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, more than the..
© John Donne
Elegy Xiv: Julia
Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descriedMy Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.To vomit gall in slander, swell her veinsWith calumny, that hell..
© John Donne
Nativity
Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,Now leaves His well-belov'd imprisonment,There He hath made Himself to His intentWeak enough, now into the..
© John Donne
Pyramus And Thisbe
Two, by themselves, each other, love and fear,Slain, cruel friends, by parting have join'd here.
© John Donne
Elegy Xx (Alternate) Love's War
Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?All other Warrs are scrupulous; Only thou0 fayr free Citty..
© John Donne
The Blossom
LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower,Whom I've watch'd six or seven days,And seen thy birth, and seen what every hourGave to thy growth, thee to this..
© John Donne
Ode
I. VENGEANCE will sit above our faults ; but tillShe there do sit,We see her not, nor them. Thus blind, yet stillWe lead her way ; and thus, whilst..
© John Donne
Ascension
Salute the last and everlasting day,Joy at th' uprising of this Sun, and Son,Ye whose true tears, or tribulationHave purely wash'd, or burnt your..
© John Donne
Antiquary
If in his study he hath so much careTo hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
© John Donne
An Obscure Writer
Philo with twelve years' study hath been grievedTo be understood ; when will he be believed?
© John Donne
Twickenham Garden
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,Hither I come to seek the spring,And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,Receive such balms as else cure..
© John Donne
Love's Exchange
LOVE, any devil else but youWould for a given soul give something too.At court your fellows every dayGive th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or..
© John Donne
The Anniversary
ALL kings, and all their favourites,All glory of honours, beauties, wits,The sun it self, which makes time, as they pass,Is elder by a year now than..
© John Donne
Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned
Oh my black Soule! Now thou art summonedBy sicknesse, deaths herald, and champion;Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath doneTreason, and durst..
© John Donne
Elegy Xvii: On His Mistress
By our first strange and fatal interview,By all desires which thereof did ensue,By our long starving hopes, by that remorseWhich my words masculine..
© John Donne
The Curse
Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knowsWho is my mistress, wither by this curse ;Him, only for his purseMay some dull whore to love dispose,And..
© John Donne