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").

Spring In The Trenches

It's coming time for planting in that little patch of ground,Where the lad and I made merry as he followed me around;The sun is getting higher, and..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Treasures

Some folks I know, when friends drop inTo visit for awhile and chin,Just lead them round the rooms and hallsAnd show them pictures on their walls,And..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Mother's Day

Let every day be Mother's Day!Make roses grow along her wayAnd beauty everywhere.Oh, never let her eyes be wetWith tears of sorrow or regret,And..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Broken Drum

There is sorrow in the household;There's a grief too hard to bear;There's a little cheek that's tear-stainedThere's a sobbing baby there.And try how..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Ready Artists

The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,And all of Nature's artists have their colors handy by;With a few days bright with sunshine and..

© Edgar Albert Guest

No Place To Go

The happiest nightsI ever knowAre those when I'veNo place to go,And the missus saysWhen the day is through:'To-night we haven'tA thing to do.'Oh, the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Mother On The Sidewalk

The mother on the sidewalk as the troops are marching byIs the mother of Old Glory that is waving in the sky.Men have fought to keep it splendid, men..

© Edgar Albert Guest

If You Would Please Me

If you would please me when I've passed awayLet not your grief embitter you. Be brave;Turn with full courage from my mounded graveAnd smile upon the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Mothers And Wives

Mothers and wives, 'tis the call to armsThat the bugler yonder prepares to sound;We stand on the brink of war's alarmsAnd your men may lie on a..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Grace At Evening

For all the beauties of the day,The innocence of childhood's play,For health and strength and laughter sweet,Dear Lord, our thanks we now repeat.For..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Reflection

You have given me riches and ease,You have given me joys through the years,I have sat in the shade of your trees,With the song of your birds in my..

© Edgar Albert Guest

My Part

I may never be a hero, I am past the limit now,There are pencil marks of silver Time has left upon my brow;I shall win no service medals, I shall..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Compensation

I'd like to think when life is doneThat I had filled a needed post.That here and there I'd paid my fareWith more than idle talk and boast;That I had..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Bread And Gravy

There's a heap o' satisfaction in a chunk o' pumpkin pie,An' I'm always glad I'm livin' when the cake is passin' by;An' I guess at every meal-time..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Playing The Game

When the umpire calls you out,It's no use to stamp and shout,Wildly kicking dust about—Play the game!And though his decision mayEnd your chances for..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Family Doctor

I've tried the high-toned specialists, who doctor folks to-day;I've heard the throat man whisper low 'Come on now let us spray';I've sat in fancy..

© Edgar Albert Guest

When The Young Are Grown

Once the house was lovely, but it's lonely here to-day,For time has come an' stained its walls an' called the young away;An' all that's left for..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Living

The miser thinks he's living when he's hoarding up his gold;The soldier calls it living when he's doing something bold;The sailor thinks it living to..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Youth

If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;I'd answer every challenge to my will.Though mountains stood in silence to defy me,I'd try to make them..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Playing For Keeps

I've watched him change from his bibs and things, from bonnets known as 'cute,'To little frocks, and later on I saw him don a suit;And though it was..

© Edgar Albert Guest

When The Drums Shall Cease To Beat

When will the laughter ring again in the way that it used to do?Not till the soldiers come home again, not till the war is through.When will the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Prophecy

We shall thank our God for gracesThat we've never known before;We shall look on manlier facesWhen our troubled days are o'er.We shall rise a better..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Gold Star

The star upon their service flag has changed to gleaming gold;It speaks no more of hope and life, as once it did of old,But splendidly it glistens..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Big Deeds

We are done with little thinking and we're done with little deeds,We are done with petty conduct and we're done with narrow creeds;We have grown to..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Hate

They say we must not hate, nor fight in hate.I've thought it over many a solemn hour,And cannot mildly view the man or stateThat has no thought, save..

© Edgar Albert Guest