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").
Autumn
The leaves are falling one by one,The Summer days are past and gone,The nights are cool and damp;The little children think it strangeAt tea-time, for..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Learn To Smile
The good Lord understood us when He taught us how to smile;He knew we couldn't stand it to be solemn all the while;He knew He'd have to shape us so..
© Edgar Albert Guest
At The Peace Table
Who shall sit at the table, then, when the termsof peace are made-The wisest men of the troubled lands in theirsilver and gold brocade?Yes, they..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Unknown Friends
We cannot count our friends, nor sayHow many praise us day by day.Each one of us has friends that heHas yet to meet and really know,Who guard him..
© Edgar Albert Guest
From Laughter To Labor
We have wandered afar in our hunting for pleasure,We have scorned the soul's duty to gather up treasure;We have lived for our laughter and toiled for..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Christmas, 1918
They give their all, this Christmastide, that peace on earth shall reign;Upon the snows of Flanders now, brave blood has left its stain;With ribbons..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Lonely Garden
I WONDER what the trees will say,The trees that used to share his play,An' knew him as the little ladWho used to wander with his dad.They've watched..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Homes Of Joy
I LIKE the homes where a Teddy BearMonopolizes the best arm chair,Where the sofa a rag doll occupiesAnd a train of cars in the corner lies;For those..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Home-Wrecker
MISCHIEVOUS and full of fun,Eyes that sparkle like the sun;Mouth that's always in a smile,Hands in trouble all the while.Tugging this and tugging..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Harder Part
It's mighty hard for Mother—I am busy through the dayAnd the tasks of every morning keep the gloomy thoughts away,And I'm not forever meeting with a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Unchangeable Mother
Mothers never change, I guess,In their tender thoughtfulness.Makes no difference that you growUp to forty years or so,Once you cough, you'll find..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Kindly Neighbor
I have a kindly neighbor, one who standsBeside my gate and chats with me awhile,Gives me the glory of his radiant smileAnd comes at times to help..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Workman's Dream
To-day it's dirt and dust and steam,To-morrow it will be the same,And through it all the soul must dreamAnd try to play a manly game;Dirt, dust and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Service
I have no wealth of gold to give away,But I can pledge to worthy causes these:I'll give my strength, my days and hours of ease,My finest thought and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Things They Mustn'T Touch
Been down to the art museum an' looked at a thousand things,The bodies of ancient mummies an' the treasures of ancient kings,An' some of the walls..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Warm House And A Ruddy Fire
A warm house and a ruddy fire,To what more can man aspire?Eyes that shine with love aglow,Is there more for man to know?Whether home be rich or..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Mother And The Baby
Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no lovelier pair,For all the dreams of all the world are hovering 'round them there;And be the baby in his cot or..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Forgotten Boyhood
He wears a long and solemn faceAnd drives the children from his place;He doesn't like to hear them shoutOr race and run and romp about,And if they..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Good Little Boy
Once there was a boy who neverTore his clothes, or hardly ever,Never made his sister mad,Never whipped fer bein' bad,Never scolded by his Ma,Never..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Dead Return
THE dead return. I know they do;The glad smile may have passed from view,The ringing voice that cheered us soIn that remembered long agoBe stilled..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Checking The Day
'I had a full day in my purseWhen I arose, and now it's gone!I wonder if I can rehearseThe squandered hours, one by one,And count the minutes as I..
© Edgar Albert Guest
On A Certain Religious Argument
Argue it pro and con as you will,And flout each other with words,But the rose will bloom and the summer stillWill bring us the song of birds.How was..
© Edgar Albert Guest
As Fall The Leaves
As fall the leaves, so drop the daysIn silence from the tree of life;Born for a little while to blazeIn action in the heat of strife,And then to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Perfect Dinner Table
A table cloth that's slightly soiledWhere greasy little hands have toiled;The napkins kept in silver rings,And only ordinary thingsFrom which to eat..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Wish
I'd like to be a boy again, a care-free prince of joy again,I'd like to tread the hills and dales the way I used to do;I'd like the tattered shirt..
© Edgar Albert Guest