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").
April Antidotes
In the nonage of the year,When anemones appear,And the buffets of the breeze are soft as silk,When each sparrow spars and heckles,I begin to think of..
© Jessie Pope
An Overlord
Here's a prominent personI must write a verse onHis ways are so strictly impartial,His power is great,His word carries weightIn matters domestic and..
© Jessie Pope
The K A Boys
Dr-rud dr-rud dr-rud dr-rudKitchener's Army on the marchThrough Marylebone and Marble Arch,Men in motley, so to speak,Been in training about a..
© Jessie Pope
De Wet
Foe and friend and foe again,Turning coat and turning yet,That's a feat you don't disdain,De Wet.England's easy, England's kind,Quick to pardon and..
© Jessie Pope
An Anzac Poem
Why do we cheer those brown-faced boys with pride,Why do dense crowds press round on every side,Why do we throw them flowers, our hearts..
© Jessie Pope
Silent Camp
In heaven, a pale uncertain star,Through sullen vapour peeps,On earth, extended wide and far,In all the symmetry of war,A weary army sleeps.The..
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Another Pair Of Sleeves
Time was, not very long ago,When Mabel's walking skirtTrailed half a yard behind to showHow well she swept the dirt.But 'short and sweet' are in..
© Jessie Pope
Captain Von Muller
A Skipper of mark was Von Muller,The humorous naval leg-puller.With ubiquitous easeHe raided the seasAnd his bag became fuller and fuller.Though now..
© Jessie Pope
Little And Good
Young Thompson was a bit too short,But hard as nails and level-headed,And in his soul the proper sortOf dogged pluck was deeply bedded ;To join the..
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Comrades In Arms-Lets
Not theirs the popular uniformThat takes the feminine heart by storm,And wins soft glances, shy or warm,The perquisites of pluck.But theirs the..
© Jessie Pope
The Knitting Song
SOLDIER lad, on the sodden ground,Sailor lad on the seas,Can't you hear a little clicketty soundStealing across on the breeze?It's the..
© Jessie Pope
Lights Out
Darkness expectant, discreetOnly a lamp here and there,Gloom in the clattering street,Stygian black in the square;Dazzling fascias and..
© Jessie Pope
Socks
Shining pins that dart and clickIn the fireside’s sheltered peaceCheck the thoughts the cluster thick -20 plain and then decrease.He was brave –..
© Jessie Pope
Socks
Shining pins that dart and clickIn the fireside’s sheltered peaceCheck the thoughts the cluster thick -20 plain and then decrease.He was brave –..
© Jessie Pope
An Anzac Cap
It hangs on the wall, a trifle battered,The wire is warped and the lining tattered.And the leather inside shows speakingly howIt’s been wet with the..
© Jessie Pope
A Muff
I wanted a muffOn an up-to-date scale,Of some soft fluffy stuff,With a head and a tail;So simple and innocent-heartedI started to go to a sale.My..
© Jessie Pope
A Muff
I wanted a muffOn an up-to-date scale,Of some soft fluffy stuff,With a head and a tail;So simple and innocent-heartedI started to go to a sale.My..
© Jessie Pope
A Muff
I wanted a muffOn an up-to-date scale,Of some soft fluffy stuff,With a head and a tail;So simple and innocent-heartedI started to go to a sale.My..
© Jessie Pope
Anzac
We know that you’re sportsmen, with reason,At footer and cricket you’re crack;I haven’t forgotten the seasonWhen we curled up before the “All..
© Jessie Pope
The Call
Who's for the trench-Are you, my laddie?Who'll follow French-Will you, my laddie?Who's fretting to begin,Who's going out to win?And who wants to save..
© Jessie Pope
A Cossack Charge
Cossacks they're coming!The eager hoofs are drumming,On glinting steel the autumn sunlight glances.The distant mass draws nearer,The surging line..
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“bobs”
The call came in the stormy night,Beneath a stranger's sky.The soldier of a life-long fight,Still fighting, went to die.His country's honour was his..
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A Sing-Song
I. THE COMMANDTo his crack army corps, 'twas the Kaiser who spoke :By Bavarians bold must the British be broke.'Tis the hope of my heart they may..
© Jessie Pope
A Vain Appeal
[From Edwin]Now, Angelina, put it down.Let me entreat you not to smoke it;You dread your Edwin's lightest frown,Or so you say well, don't provoke..
© Jessie Pope
A Humble Appeal
She was a pretty, nicely mannered mare,The children's pet, the master's pride and care,Until a man in khaki came one day,Looked at her teeth, and..
© Jessie Pope