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").

Address To The Unco Guid

My Son, these maxims make a rule,An' lump them aye thegither;The Rigid Righteous is a fool,The Rigid Wise anither:The cleanest corn that ere was..

© Robert Burns

Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning

A Guide New-year I wish thee, Maggie!Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie:Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' knaggie,I've seen the dayThere could hae..

© Robert Burns

Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear

Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!A man of strife ye've born me:For sair contention I maun bear;They hate, revile, and scorn me.I ne'er could lend on..

© Robert Burns

To A Kiss

Humid seal of soft affections,Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,Dearest tie of young connections,Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.Speaking silence..

© Robert Burns

Afton Water

1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,2 Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;3 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,4..

© Robert Burns

Address To The Devil

1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,4 Clos'd under hatches,5 Spairges..

© Robert Burns

Address To The Tooth-Ache

My curse upon your venom'd stang,That shoots my tortur'd gums alang;And thro' my lugs gies mony a twang,Wi' gnawing vengeance;Tearing my nerves wi'..

© Robert Burns

Tam O' Shanter

A Tale"Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke."Gawin Douglas.When chapman billies leave the street,And drouthy neibors neibors meet;As market..

© Robert Burns

Address To A Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!Aboon them a' ye tak your place,Painch, tripe, or thairm:Weel are ye wordy of a..

© Robert Burns

A Dream

Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!May Heaven augment your blissesOn ev'ry new birth-day ye see,A humble poet wishes.My bardship here, at your LeveeOn sic a..

© Robert Burns

Ae Fond Kiss

1 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;2 Ae fareweel, and then forever!3 Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,4 Warring sighs and groans I'll wage..

© Robert Burns

A Bard's Epitaph

Is there a whim-inspired fool,Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,Let him draw near;And owre this grassy..

© Robert Burns

A Bottle And Friend

There's nane that's blest of human kind,But the cheerful and the gay, man,Fal, la, la, &c.Here's a bottle and an honest friend!What wad ye wish..

© Robert Burns

My Heart's In The Highlands

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,The hills of the..

© Robert Burns

To A Mouse

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie!Thou need na start awa sae hasty,Wi' bickering brattle!I wad be laith to rin..

© Robert Burns

A Winter Night

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,Far south the lift,Dim-dark'ning..

© Robert Burns

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And auld lang syne!Chorus - For auld land syne, my..

© Robert Burns

A Man's A Man For A' That

Is there for honesty povertyThat hings his head, an' a' that;The coward slave - we pass him by,We dare be poor for a' that!For a' that, an' a'..

© Robert Burns

A Fond Kiss

A fond kiss, and then we sever;A farewell, and then forever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who..

© Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red roseThat's newly sprung in June;O my Luve's like the melodieThat's sweetly play'd in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie..

© Robert Burns

Vegan Steven's Vegan Clothes

Remember that vegan called StevenYes he would not kill for no reason,Well I saw him todayWearing nothing I sayBut some cabbage leavesWith a few peas..

© Benjamin Zephaniah

Ride

We first met on a golden nightAs the moon radiated love lightOn the dock of the bay.Somewhere between the real deal and an illusionWe lay..

© Benjamin Zephaniah

What Stephen Lawrence Has Taught Us

We know who the killers are,We have watched them strut before usAs proud as sick Mussolinis',We have watched them strut before usCompassionless and..

© Benjamin Zephaniah

The Death Of Joy Gardner

They put a leather belt around her13 feet of tape and bound herHandcuffs to secure herAnd only God knows what else,She's illegal, so deport herSaid..

© Benjamin Zephaniah

Sos (Save Our Sons)

We Black men of EnglandToo proud to cry for shame,Let's cry a seaCry publicly,Expose our very pain,For Babylon the banditIs on our sisters trail,The..

© Benjamin Zephaniah