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 Fun Of Forgiving
Sometimes I'm almost glad to hear when I get home that they've been bad;And though I try to look severe, within my heart I'm really gladWhen mother..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Deeds Of Anger
I used to lose my temper an' git mad an' tear aroundAn' raise my voice so wimmin folks would tremble at the sound;I'd do things I was ashamed of when..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Things You Can'T Forget
They ain't much, seen from day to day-The big elm tree across the way,The church spire, an' the meetin' placeLit up by many a friendly face.You pass..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Gossip
A FELLOW can't help hearingHateful things about another,But a fellow can be carefulNot to tell them to his brother.Sit and listen, if you want..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Plugger
He isn't very brilliant and his pace is often slow,There's nothing very flashy in his style;He has to dig and labor for the things he wants to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
To A Kindly Critic
If it's wrong to believe in the land that we loveAnd to pray for Our Flag to the good God above;If it's wrong to believe that Our Country is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Glory Of Age
'What is the glory of age?' I said,'A hoard of gold and a few dear friends?When you've reached the day that you look aheadAnd see the place where..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Too Big A Price
'They say my boy is bad,' she said to me,A tired old woman, thin and very frail.'They caught him robbing railroad cars, an' heMust spend from five to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Loss Is Not So Great
It is better as it is: I have failed but I can sleep;Though the pit I now am in is very dark and deepI can walk to-morrow's streets and can meet..
© Edgar Albert Guest
What We Can Be
What We Can BeWe cannot all be men of fame,We cannot all be men of wealth,We cannot all be known by name,We cannot all have perfect health,We cannot..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Today
TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not come.Next week, next year, I may not live to see;This hour I have. It is enough for meTo make by smiles, or mar by..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Undaunted
He tried to travel No Man's Land, that's guarded well with guns,He tried to race the road of death, where never a coward runs.Now he's asking of his..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Struggle
Life is a struggle for peace,A longing for rest,A hope for the battles to cease,A dream for the best;And he is not living who staysContented with..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Three Me's
I'd like to steal a day and beAll alone with little me,Little me that used to runEverywhere in search of fun;Little me of long agoWho was glad and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Toy-Strewn Home
Give me the house where the toys are strewn,Where the dolls are asleep in the chairs,Where the building blocks and the toy balloonAnd the soldiers..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Life's Single Standard
There are a thousand ways to cheat and a thousand ways to sin;There are ways uncounted to lose the game, but there's only one way to win;And whether..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Bedtime
It's bedtime, and we lock the door,Put out the lights- the day is o'er;All that can come of good or ill,The record of this day to fill,Is written..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Sympathy
SympathyOne came to the house with a pretty speech:'It's all for the best,' said he,And I know that he sought my heart to reach,And I know that he..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Afraid Of His Dad
Bill Jones, who goes to school with me,Is the saddest boy I ever see.He's just so 'fraid he runs awayWhen all of us fellows want to play,An' says he..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Book Of Memory
Turn me loose and let me beYoung once more and fancy free;Let me wander where I will,Down the lane and up the hill,Trudging barefoot in the dustIn an..
© Edgar Albert Guest
To A Little Girl
Oh, little girl with eyes of brownAnd smiles that fairly light the town,I wonder if you really knowJust why it is we love you so,And why- with all..
© Edgar Albert Guest
When We'Re All Alike
I've trudged life's highway up and down;I've watched the lines of men march by;I've seen them in the busy town,And seen them under country sky;I've..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Temple - What Makes It Of Worth
You may delve down to rock for your foundation piers,You may go with your steel to the skyYou may purchase the best of the thought of the years,And..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Christmas Carol
God bless you all this Christmas DayAnd drive the cares and griefs away.Oh, may the shining Bethlehem starWhich led the wise men from afarUpon your..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little Wrangles
Lord, we've had our little wrangles, an' we've had our little bouts;There's many a time, I reckon, that we have been on the outs;My tongue's a trifle..
© Edgar Albert Guest