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 Dream That Echoes Still
He stood before a sea of hope,With courage shining in his voice,And spoke of mountains we must climb,Of freedom being every heart’s true choice.He..
© MLK Day
The Legacy of Work
Through the years, the story flows,Of hands that toil and courage shows.Factories, fields, and offices bright,All shine under Labor Day light.The..
© Labor Day
The Spirit of Labor Day
From sunrise to sunset, hands at work,Building dreams where shadows lurk.From streets to farms, from seas to skies,Labor’s spirit never dies.We..
© Labor Day
Labor and Liberty
Labor and liberty forever entwined,A testament to the hearts and minds.The workers of yesterday, bold and free,Fought for rights and dignity.Today we..
© Labor Day
A Tribute to Workers
On the first Monday in September’s light,We pause to celebrate a noble fight.The fight for fair work, safe and just,A labor of love, a nation’s..
© Labor Day
The Backbone of a Nation
Labor Day arrives with pride and cheer,A tribute to those who persevere.From factories, offices, fields, and more,Workers build the life we all..
© Labor Day
Liberty’s Flame
In every heart a flame remains—Not born of joy, not born of pain.It is the light that guides our way,The soul of Independence Day.So let it shine in..
© Independence Day
The Fourth of July
The Fourth arrives with flags unfurled,A celebration across the world.Music, laughter, voices blend,As families gather, friends with friends.But..
© Independence Day
Freedom’s Song
A song of freedom fills the air,Soft as hope and deep as prayer.It drifts above the city lights,Across the days, into the nights.And those who hear..
© Independence Day
Heritage of the Brave
We walk the roads the brave once paved,By hearts unbroken, spirits saved.Their courage echoes through our time,A steady, everlasting chime.And so we..
© Independence Day
Fireworks Above, Freedom Within
The night sky trembles with fireworks high,Painting their glory across the sky.But deeper still, within our chest,The spark of freedom burns its..
© Independence Day
July’s Quiet Promise
In the warm embrace of July’s sun,We gather where our hopes are one.Not just a date, but a promise made—That freedom’s light will never fade.Through..
© Independence Day
Colors of Freedom
The morning rises gently over streets of red, white, blue,And every flag that greets the wind reminds us what is true.The freedom earned with courage..
© Independence Day
Gloria Mundi
Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold,Beneath a canopy of noonday smoke,I saw a measureless Beast, morose and bold,With eyes like one from filthy..
© Walter de la Mare
Moonlight
The far moon maketh lovers wiseIn her pale beauty trembling down,Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes,A strangeness not their own.And, though..
© Walter de la Mare
The Sunken Garden
Speak not — whisper not;Here bloweth thyme and bergamot;Softly on the evening hour,Secret herbs their spices shower,Dark-spiked rosemary and..
© Walter de la Mare
Miss T
It's a very odd thing -As odd can be -That whatever Miss T eatsTurns into Miss T.;Porridge and apples,Mince, muffins and mutton,Jam, junket, jumbles..
© Walter de la Mare
John Mouldy
I spied John Mouldy in his celler,Deep down twenty steps of stone;In the dusk he sat a-smilingSmiling there all alone.He read no book, he snuffed no..
© Walter de la Mare
The Moth
Isled in the midnight air,Musked with the dark's faint bloom,Out into glooming and secret hauntsThe flame cries, 'Come!'Lovely in dye and..
© Walter de la Mare
Comfort
As I mused by the hearthside,Puss said to me;'there burns the fire , man,and here sit we.Four walls around usagainst the cold air;and the latch drawn..
© Walter de la Mare
Hi!
Hi! Handsome hunting man,Fire your little gun,Bang! Now that animalIs dead and dumb and done.Never more to peep again, creep again, leap again,Eat or..
© Walter de la Mare
The Fly
How large unto the tiny flyMust little things appear!-A rosebud like a feather bed,Its prickle like a spear;A dewdrop like a looking-glass,A hair..
© Walter de la Mare
Brueghel's Winter
Jagg'd mountain peaks and skies ice-greenWall in the wild, cold scene below.Churches, farms, bare copse, the seaIn freezing quiet of winter..
© Walter de la Mare
The Remonstrance
I was at peace until you cameAnd set a careless mind aflame;I lived in quiet; cold, content;All longing in safe banishment,Until your ghostly lips..
© Walter de la Mare
The Scarecrow
All winter through I bow my headbeneath the driving rain;the North Wind powders me with snowand blows me black again;at midnight 'neath a maze of..
© Walter de la Mare