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").
Youth
If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;I'd answer every challenge to my will.Though mountains stood in silence to defy me,I'd try to make them..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Playing For Keeps
I've watched him change from his bibs and things, from bonnets known as 'cute,'To little frocks, and later on I saw him don a suit;And though it was..
© Edgar Albert Guest
When The Drums Shall Cease To Beat
When will the laughter ring again in the way that it used to do?Not till the soldiers come home again, not till the war is through.When will the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Prophecy
We shall thank our God for gracesThat we've never known before;We shall look on manlier facesWhen our troubled days are o'er.We shall rise a better..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Gold Star
The star upon their service flag has changed to gleaming gold;It speaks no more of hope and life, as once it did of old,But splendidly it glistens..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Big Deeds
We are done with little thinking and we're done with little deeds,We are done with petty conduct and we're done with narrow creeds;We have grown to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Hate
They say we must not hate, nor fight in hate.I've thought it over many a solemn hour,And cannot mildly view the man or stateThat has no thought, save..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Silver Stripes
When we've honored the heroes returning from France,When we've mourned for the heroes who fell,When we've done all we can for the home-coming man,Who..
© Edgar Albert Guest
July The Fourth
As when a little babe is born the parents cannot guessThe story of the future years, their grief or happiness,So came America to earth, the child of..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Things They Musn'T Touch
Been down to the art museum an' looked at a thousand things,The bodies of ancient mummies an' the treasures of ancient kings,An' some of the walls..
© Edgar Albert Guest
His Other Chance
He was down and out, and his pluck was gone,And he said to me in a gloomy way:'I've wasted my chances, one by one,And I'm just no good, as the people..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Grate Fire
I'm sorry for a fellow if he cannot look and seeIn a grate fire's friendly flaming all the joys which used to be.If in quiet contemplation of a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Somebody Else
Somebody wants a new bonnet to wear;Somebody wants a new dress;Somebody needs a new bow for her hair,And never the wanting grows less.Oh, this is the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Call
I must get out to the woods again, to the whispering tree, and the birds a-wing,Away from the haunts of pale-faced men, to the spaces wide where..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Denial
I'd like to give 'em all they ask—it hurts to have to answer, 'No,'And say they cannot have the things they tell me they are wanting so;Yet now and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The One In Ten
Nine passed him by with a hasty look,Each bent on his eager way;One glance at him was the most they took,'Somebody stuck,' said they;But it never..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Newspaper Man
Bit of a priest and a bit of sailor,Bit of a doctor and bit of a tailor,Bit of a lawyer, and bit of detective,Bit of a judge, for his work is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Boy's Ideal
I must be fit for a child to play with,Fit for a youngster to walk away with;Fit for his trust and fit to beReady to take him upon my knee;Whether I..
© Edgar Albert Guest
As It Looks To The Boy
His comrades have enlisted, but his mother bids him stay,His soul is sick with coward shame, his head hangs low to-day,His eyes no longer sparkle..
© Edgar Albert Guest
General Pershing
He isn't long on speeches. At the banquet table, heCould name a dozen places where he would much rather be.He's not one for fuss and feathers or for..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Thoughts Of A Soldier
Since men with life must purchase lifeAnd some must die that more may live,Unto the Great Cashier of strifeA fine accounting let me give.Perhaps..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Friend's Greeting
DIAMONDS wouldn't tell yer all I really think of you,The costliest gift the goldsmith makes I'm sure would never do.There's nothing known that gold..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Old-Fashioned Folks
OLD-FASHIONED folks! God bless 'em all!The fathers an' the mothers,The aunts an' uncles, fat an' tall,The sisters an' the brothers.The good..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Answering Age
AGE is calling to me, with his finger long and grim,It is urging me to wander down the dreary lanes with him,It has lined my cheeks with furrows, and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Golf Luck
As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money;I shall always be a member of the dubs;There are times my style is positively funny;I am awkward in my..
© Edgar Albert Guest