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").

Joy

I never knew the joy of getting home,I never knew how fast a heart could beat;I never tasted joy,Till the day my little boyCame running up to meet me..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Children

The children bring us laughter, and the children bring us tears;They string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years;They bring the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

When We Understand The Plan

I reckon when the world we leaveAnd cease to smile and cease to grieve,When each of us shall quit the strifeAnd drop the working tools of..

© Edgar Albert Guest

I Ain'T Dead Yet

Time was I used to worry and I'd sit around an' sigh,And think with every ache I got that I was goin' to die,I'd see disaster comin' from a dozen..

© Edgar Albert Guest

A Convalescin' Woman

A convalescin' woman does the strangest sort o' things,An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings;O, it's never safe to leave..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Couldn'T Live Without You

You're just a little fellow with a lot of funny ways,Just three-foot-six of mischief set with eyes that fairly blaze;You're always up to something..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Lamb Skin

It is not ornamental, the cost is not great,There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state,Though of all my possesions, there's none can..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The First Easter

Dead they left Him in the tombAnd the impenetrable gloom,Rolled the great stone to the door,Dead, they thought, forevermore.Then came Mary..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Show Me!

I would rather see a Mason, than hear one any day,I would rather one would walk with me than merely show the way.The eye's a better pupil and more..

© Edgar Albert Guest

America

God has been good to men. He gaveHis Only Son their souls to save,And then he made a second gift,Which from their dreary lives should liftThe..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Better Job

If I were running a factoryI'd stick up a sign for all to see,I'd print it large and I'd nail it highOn every wall that the men walked by,And I'd..

© Edgar Albert Guest

A Woman's Love

There are times a woman's loveFer a man stands out, I guess,More ‘n usual, like as whenSickness comes or else distress;But I reckon that it..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Little Orphan

The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky;A puddle in a vacant lot his sea where ships pass by:Poor little orphan boy of five..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Selfishness

Search history, my boy, and seeWhat petty selfishness has done.Find if you can one victoryThat little minds have ever won.There is no record there to..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Princess Pat's

A touch of the plain and the prairie,A bit of the Motherland, too;A strain of the fur-trapper wary,A blend of the old and the new;A bit of the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Grandpa

My grandpa is the finest manExcep' my pa. My grandpa canMake kites an' carts an' lots of thingsYou pull along the ground with strings,And he knows..

© Edgar Albert Guest

House-Hunting

Time was when spring returned we wentTo find another home to rent;We wanted fresher, cleaner walls,And bigger rooms and wider halls,And open plumbing..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Homesick

It's tough when you are homesick in a strangeand distant place;It's anguish when you're hungry for anold-familiar face.And yearning for the good..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Out Of Doors

The kids are out-of-doors once more;The heavy leggins that they wore,The winter caps that covered earsAre put away, and no more tearsAre shed because..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Happy Slow Thinker

Full many a time a thought has comeThat had a bitter meaning in it.And in the conversation's humI lost it ere I could begin it.I've had it on my..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Duty

To do your little bit of toil,To play life's game with head erect;To stoop to nothing that would soilYour honor or your self-respect;To win what gold..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Friends

Ain't it fine when things are goingTopsy-turvy and askewTo discover someone showingGood old-fashioned faith in you?Ain't it good when life seems..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Important Thing

He was playing in the garden when we called him in for tea,But he didn't seem to hear us, so I went out there to seeWhat the little rogue was up to..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Daddies

I would rather be the daddyOf a romping, roguish crew,Of a bright-eyed chubby laddieAnd a little girl or two,Than the monarch of a nationIn his high..

© Edgar Albert Guest

To The Humble

If all the flowers were roses,If never daisies grew,If no old-fashioned posiesDrank in the morning dew,Then man might have some reasonTo whimper and..

© Edgar Albert Guest