Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 801.  
    Get to understand the lad-
    He's not eager to be bad; If the right he always knew,
  • 802.  
    Out near the links where I go to play
    My favorite game from day to day, There's a friend of mine that I've never met
  • 803.  
    Mothers never change, I guess,
    In their tender thoughtfulness. Makes no difference that you grow
  • 804.  
    The little old man with the curve in his back
    And the eyes that are dim and the skin that is slack, So slack that it wrinkles and rolls on his cheeks,
  • 805.  
    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 holly gleam again and the Christmas candles burn?
  • 806.  
    Prettiest girl I've ever seen
    Is Ma. Lovelier than any queen
  • 807.  
    We understand a lot of things we never did before,
    And it seems that to each other Ma and I are meaning more. I don't know how to say it, but since little Jessie died
  • 808.  
    The path o' little children is the path I want to tread,
    Where green is every valley and every rose is red, Where laughter's always ringing and every smile is real,
  • 809.  
    Go up and change your collar,' mother often says to me,
    'For you can't go out in that one, it's as dirty as can be. There are splotches on the surface where they very plainly show.'
  • 810.  
    They've hung their stockings up with care,
    And I am in my old arm chair, And mother's busy dragging out
  • 811.  
    HOW dear to my heart is the bank roll departed,
    The five-spots and tens in the strong rubber band, The yellow boys, too, that were mine when I started,
  • 812.  
    When we have lived our little lives and wandered all their byways through,
    When we've seen all that we shall see and finished all that we must do, When we shall take one backward look off yonder where our journey ends,
  • 813.  
    I WONDER if they're bitin' way off yonder in the bay!
    I wonder if they're fightin' very hard t' git away! I wonder if they're hungry, an' would grab a silver spoon
  • 814.  
    My father is a peaceful man;
    He tries in every way he can To live a life of gentleness
  • 815.  
    The roads of happiness are not
    The selfish roads of pleasure seeking, Where cheeks are flushed with haste and hot
  • 816.  
    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 were lovely, but some of the things weren't much,
  • 817.  
    It is not ornamental, the cost is not great,
    There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state, Though of all my possesions, there's none can compare,
  • 818.  
    If I were running a factory
    I'd stick up a sign for all to see, I'd print it large and I'd nail it high
  • 819.  
    Oh, my shoulders grow aweary of the burdens I am bearin',
    An' I grumble when I'm footsore at the rough road I am farin', But I strap my knapsack tighter till I feel the leather bind me,
  • 820.  
    DID you ever meet a brother as you hurried on your way
    And invite him up to dinner, and his wife; Did you ever keep him standing until he had named the day
  • 821.  
    I want my boy to love his home,
    His Mother, yes, and me: I want him, wheresoe'er he'll roam,
  • 822.  
    As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money,
    I shall always be a member of the dubs; There are times my style is positively funny,
  • 823.  
    SWEET is a rosebud, pink or red,
    And sweet are the blooms of May, And sweet is the fragrance about us shed
  • 824.  
    Trouble is an exerciser
    Sent us by a Wisdom wiser Than the mind of man possesses.
  • 825.  
    I like 'em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale,
    I like 'em in the spring time when the March winds blow a gale; But when summer suns have tanned 'em and they're racing to and fro,
  • 826.  
    'I'm never alone in the garden,' he said. 'I'm
    never alone with the flowers. It seems like I'm meeting the wonderful dead
  • 827.  
    It's funny 'bout a feller's hat-
    He can't remember where it's at, Or where he took it off, or when,
  • 828.  
    My father knows the proper way
    The nation should be run; He tells us children every day
  • 829.  
    IT 'S human for a woman
    To enjoy a little cry; Though a man will grin and bear 'em
  • 830.  
    My books and I are good old pals:
    My laughing books are gay, Just suited for my merry moods
  • 831.  
    Dead they left Him in the tomb
    And the impenetrable gloom, Rolled the great stone to the door,
  • 832.  
    I remember the excitement and the terrible alarm
    That worried everybody when William broke his arm; An' how frantic Pa and Ma got only jes' the other day
  • 833.  
    I would rather be the daddy
    Of a romping, roguish crew, Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie
  • 834.  
    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 phonograph an' shove the chairs back to the wall
  • 835.  
    God grant me kindly thought
    And patience through the day, And in the things I've wrought
  • 836.  
    You think that the failures are many,
    You think the successes are few, But you judge by the rule of the penny,
  • 837.  
    I must be fit for a child to play with,
    Fit for a youngster to walk away with; Fit for his trust and fit to be
  • 838.  
    I'D LIKE to be a bank clerk, and sit inside a cage,
    I'd like to take and hoard away the toiler's weekly wage; I 'd like to sit behind a drawer with gold and greenbacks lined,
  • 839.  
    She is gentle, kind and fair,
    And there's silver in her hair; She has known the touch of sorrow,
  • 840.  
    It's mighty hard for Motherâ??I am busy through the day
    And the tasks of every morning keep the gloomy thoughts away, And I'm not forever meeting with a slipper or a gown
  • 841.  
    He thought that he'd be happy if a fortune he could make,
    If he were rich he thought that he'd be gay, He often thought it would be nice an ocean trip to take
  • 842.  
    OUT in the open, I long to be free,
    Where the song that I hear is the song of the sea, And the voice that I list to is soothing and sweet,
  • 843.  
    The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter now;
    While pa was showing how they went he broke the spring somehow. They used to run around a trackâ??at least they did when he
  • 844.  
    He has heard his country calling, and has fallen into line,
    And he's doing something bigger than his daddy ever did; He has caught a greater vision than the finest one of mine,
  • 845.  
    rose unto the bights of fame
    And with the great men stood, He heard the people cheer his name
  • 846.  
    These are the days when little thoughts
    Must cease men's minds to occupy; The nation needs men's larger creeds,
  • 847.  
    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 were lovely, but some of the things weren't much,
  • 848.  
    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 you live by the sweat of your brow or in luxury's garb you're
  • 849.  
    We need a few more optimists,
    The kind that double up their fists And set their jaws, determined-like,
  • 850.  
    Be Cheerful
    The world is bright and sunny â?? If you haven't any money,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

Poem of the day

To One Away
 by Sara Teasdale

I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!

It was your voice I heard,
You waked and loved me so-
I send you back this word,

Read complete poem

Popular Poets