851. Ma An' Me There've been times we'd disagree
Somethin' awful, Ma an' me;
Times when I would bang the door
852. The Tears Expressive Death crossed his threshold yesterday
And left the glad voice of his loved one dumb.
To him the living now will come
853. Sacrifice When he has more than he can eat
To feed a stranger's not a feat.
854. Hollyhocks Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
The morning-glories on the wall,
The pansies in their patch of shade,
855. He Struck Me! HE struck me!
A man I scarce knew, 'though he had
856. Welcoming The New Year At 10 p. m.
COME, let us make merry with innocent mirth,
Let us drink to the year that is dying;
857. Duty To do your little bit of toil,
To play life's game with head erect;
To stoop to nothing that would soil
858. The Old-fashioned Cooks Poets have sung of the old-fashioned glories
The old-fashioned pictures that hung on the wall,
The old-fashioned people, the old-fashioned stories,
859. St. Louis: A Song Of The City I was in St. Louis when their mystic Prophet came
From his dark, mysterious haunts to gaze upon the throngs.
None had ever seen his face and none could tell his name.
861. A Lesson From Golf He couldn't use his driver any better on the tee
Than the chap that he was licking, who just happened to be me;
I could hit them with a brassie just as straight and just as far,
862. Gossip A FELLOW can't help hearing
Hateful things about another,
But a fellow can be careful
863. If You And I IF you would smile a little more
And I would kinder be,
If you would stop to think before
864. When The Dressmaker Comes WHEN the dressmaker comes I am told to clear out,
For they don't want me anywhere hanging about;
At seven in the morning they send me away
865. Let's Go 'There isn't any business,' wailed the sad and gloomy man;
'I haven't made a dollar since the armistice began.'
But I couldn't help reflecting, as I heard his story through,
866. Expectation Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife,
Are always expecting too much out of life.
They wail an' they fret
867. If Only I Were Santa Claus If only I were Santa Claus and you were still a boy,
I'd find the chimney to your heart and fill it full of joy ;
On Christmas Eve when all was still and you were fast asleep
868. The Pay Envelope Is it all in the envelope holding your pay?
Is that all you're working for day after day?
Are you getting no more from your toil than the gold
869. Contrary Sary There's no sense arguin' with 'em,' says Ebenezer Gates,
You can't convince the women that they ain't fit fer votes;
There's Sary got the notion that she's as good as man,
870. Denial I'd like to give 'em all they askâ??it hurts to have to answer, 'No,'
And say they cannot have the things they tell me they are wanting so;
Yet now and then they plead for what I know would not be good to give
871. Songs Of Gloom IF the song I have to sing
Is a dreary, gloomy thing,
I would rather silent be;
873. The Rich Man's Woes HE 'S worth a million dollars and you think he should be glad,
Because you want for money you believe he can't be sad;
His name is in the papers nearly every day or so,
874. I Nobody hates me more than I;
No enemy have I to-day
That I so bravely must defy;
875. His Room His room is as it used to be
Before he went away,
The walls still keep the pennants he
876. Here We Are! Here we are, Britain! the finest and best of us
Taking our coats off and rolling our sleeves,
Answering the thoughtless that once made a jest of us,
877. Mother's Glasses I've told about the times that Ma can't find her pocketbook,
And how we have to hustle round for it to help her look,
But there's another care we know that often comes our way,
878. A Plea GOD grant me these: the strength to do
Some needed service here;
The wisdom to be brave and true;
879. On Quitting How much grit do you think you've got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word,
880. The Crucible Of Life Sunshine and shadow, blue sky and gray,
Laughter and tears as we tread on our way;
Hearts that are heavy, then hearts that are light,
881. Be A Friend Be a friend. You don't need money;
Just a disposition sunny;
Just the wish to help another
882. What Makes An Artist We got to talking art one day, discussing in a general way
How some can match with brush and paint the glory of a tree,
And some in stone can catch the things of which the dreamy poet sings,
883. To A Little Girl Oh, little girl with eyes of brown
And smiles that fairly light the town,
I wonder if you really know
885. They Don't Life has its ups and downs,
Its fair and cloudy weather,
But this you'll find, my friend,
886. A Friend A friend is one who stands to share
Your every touch of grief and care.
He comes by chance, but stays by choice;
887. Unphilosophic Let philosophers say that it's all for the best
No matter what happens awry,
I defy one to smile who spills pie on his vest,
888. The Kindly Neighbor I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands
Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,
Gives me the glory of his radiant smile
889. When Friends Drop In It may be I'm old-fashioned, but the times I like the best
Are not the splendid parties with the women gaily dressed,
And the music tuned for dancing and the laughter of the throng,
890. To The Failures YOURS is the loser's part to play,
For you the goal is far away
And never to be gained.
891. Worth While He doesn't care that I'm not rich,
Or that I'm poorly dressed,
That I'm a toiler in the ditch
892. The Joys We Miss There never comes a lonely day but that we miss the laughing ways
Of those who used to walk with us through all our happy yesterdays.
We seldom miss the earthly greatâ??the famous men that life has knownâ??
893. 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,
894. Constant Beauty It's good to have the trees again, the singing of the breeze again,
It's good to see the lilacs bloom as lovely as of old.
It's good that we can feel again the touch of beauties real again,
895. 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 state
896. Love Love
Truth went forth on a search one day
I For the source of love that he might say
897. 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 our winning
898. The Town Of Nothing-to-do THEY say somewhere in the distance fair,
Is the town of Nothing-to-Do,
Where the sun, they say, shines every day
899. 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 an' rest,
900. Neglected I DON'T get much attention now,
Although I'm not complaining;
I'm forced to get on anyhow,
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,
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