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").

What A Sick Woman Does

ACONVALESCIN' woman does the strangest sort o' things,An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings;O, it's never safe to leave..

© Edgar Albert Guest

At Dawn

They come to my room at the break of the day,With their faces all smiles and their minds full of play;They come on their tip-toes and silently..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Old Days

WHEN I was but a little tad I used to hear my dear old dadTell friends about the good old days forever gone from him;My dear old kindly gran'dad..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Roses, Birds And Some Men

The world is full of roses, blooming red for me I and you,They smile a morning welcome and are wet with heavenly dew,And every oak and maple, and..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Little Woman

The little woman, to her I bowAnd doff my hat as I pass her by;I reverence the furrows that mark her brow,And the sparkling love light in her eye.The..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Gift Of Play

Some have the gift of song and some possess the gift of silver speech,Some have the gift of leadership and some the ways of life can teach.And fame..

© Edgar Albert Guest

What Home's Intended For

When the young folks gather 'round in the good old-fashioned way,Singin' all the latest songs gathered from the newest play,Or they start the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Copy Paper

I START the day with paper white,And put it in my old machine,And wonder whether, as I writeThe night will find my copy clean.Will this day's..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Mother's Party Dress

'Some day,' says Ma, 'I'm goin' to getA party dress all trimmed with jet,An' hire a seamstress in, an' sheIs goin' to fit it right on me;An' then..

© Edgar Albert Guest

His Dog

Pete bristles when the doorbell rings.Last night he didn't act the same.Dogs have a way of knowin' things,An' when the dreaded cable came,He looked..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The March O' Man

Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights;Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love..

© Edgar Albert Guest

My Word!

You can tyke h'it from me, 'e's as cool as a cucumber,Never goes balmy h'or loses 'is 'ead,Nothing h'at all h'ever robs 'im of slumber;Once when I..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Summer Girl

The Summer girlIn peek-a-boosAnd open hoseAnd narrow shoes,Now trips alongThe sandy beach,While each man mutters:'She's a peach.'And now she meetsA..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Cost Of Praise

THIS morning came a man to me, his smile was wonderful to see,He shook my hand and doffed his hat then promptly took a chair;Said he, ' I read your..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Winds Of The Morning

WINDS of the morning, whisper low,Lingered you in the valley whereSleeps my love of the Long Ago,Under the pale green grasses there?Tell me, winds of..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Nothing Unusual

They lived together thirty years,I Through storm and sunshine, weal and woe;They shared each other's hopes and fears —She still his sweetheart, he..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Killing Place

We're hiking along at a two-forty paceWe 're making life seem like a man-killing race,With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly setWe go..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Painter

When my hair is thin and silvered, an' my time of toil is through,When I've many years behind me, an' ahead of me a few,I shall want to sit, I..

© Edgar Albert Guest

You And Your Body

WHOM is your boy going to for advice?Tough Johnny Jones at the end of the street,Rough Billy Green or untaught Jimmy Price?Who is now guiding his..

© Edgar Albert Guest

When The Minister Calls

When The Minister CallsMy Paw says that it used to be,Whenever the minister came for tea,'At they sat up straight in their chairs at nightAn' put all..

© Edgar Albert Guest

My Proud Pa

I'SPOSE the big head bendin' over my cribIs my Pa.I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk is so glibIs my Pa.I've not been here long—my days are but..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Lucky Man

Luck had a favor to bestowAnd wondered where to let it go.'No lazy man on earth,' said she,'Shall get this happy gift from me.'I will not pass it to..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Real Help

If you can smooth his path a bit,Bring laughter to his worried face,Restore today his stock of gritAnd help him all his troubles chase.If you can..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Choir At Pixley

The choir we had in Pixley wasn't much for looks an' styles,But today if I could hear it I would walk a hundred miles;There warn't a singer in it..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Good Friday

O, SAD and solemn holy day,O, bitterest of bitter hours!Behold He staggers on His wayBeneath the cross that saps His powers.O, see, they goad Him..

© Edgar Albert Guest