James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

1. Over The Eyes Of Gladness 4/9/2010
2. Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance 4/9/2010
3. Private Theatricals 4/9/2010
4. Reach Your Hand To Me 4/9/2010
5. Regardin' Terry Hut 4/9/2010
6. Scraps 4/9/2010
7. September Dark 4/9/2010
8. Silence 4/9/2010
9. Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's 4/9/2010
10. Some Songs After Master Singers 4/9/2010
11. Romancin' 4/9/2010
12. That Other Maud Muller 4/9/2010
13. The Ancient Printman 4/9/2010
14. The Artemus Of Michigan 4/9/2010
15. The Beautiful City 4/9/2010
16. The Best Is Good Enough 4/9/2010
17. The Best Times 4/9/2010
18. The Book Of Joyous Children 4/9/2010
19. The Boy Lives On Our Farm 4/9/2010
20. The Boys 4/9/2010
21. The Boy's Candidate 4/9/2010
22. The Clover 4/9/2010
23. The Curse Of The Wandering Foot 4/9/2010
24. The Cyclone 4/9/2010
25. The Dead Lover 4/9/2010
26. The Child-World 4/9/2010
27. The Harp Of The Minstrel 4/9/2010
28. The Hereafter 4/9/2010
29. The Hired Man And Floretty 4/9/2010
30. The Jolly Miller 4/9/2010
31. The Katydids 4/9/2010
32. The Little Coat 4/9/2010
33. The Loehrs And The Hammonds 4/9/2010
34. The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
35. The Passing Of A Heart 4/9/2010
36. The Pathos Of Applause 4/9/2010
37. The Plaint Human 4/9/2010
38. The Quest 4/9/2010
39. The Quiet Lodger 4/9/2010
40. The Rambo-Tree 4/9/2010

Comments about James Whitcomb Riley

  • Jim Finch (9/29/2018 8:35:00 PM)

    when the weather is hot and sultry, that's no time to commit adultery.
    when the frost is on the pumpkin, that's the time for peter dunking'.

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  • James Finch (9/29/2018 8:32:00 PM)

    when the frost is on the pumpkin, that's the time for peter dunking'.

  • Kathryn (9/14/2018 9:00:00 PM)

    Does anyone know of a poem by James Whitcom Riley about a boy who uses his father's seat in the family outhouse, which proves to be too large for him?

  • nariah n white (11/27/2017 8:59:00 AM)

    did you know that ROBERT FROST made LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE because I think that you work with him. So I just want to ask are you working with him. just text back as soon as you can. Oh and I am 8 years old in the 3 grade

  • nariah (11/22/2017 9:21:00 AM)

    I love little orphan annie poet you wrote so I just want to say I love your interest in this poem

  • Jules Levin (11/15/2013 11:13:00 AM)

    I am looking for the date of writing/publishing for each poem and could not find it on the site.
    Am I overlooking something obvious?

  • Joybaby John (11/1/2012 6:57:00 AM)

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  • Catharine Dee (3/10/2012 2:21:00 PM)

    Date of birth listed above is wrong. It's October 7th not the 9th.

  • Stella Mary (1/3/2012 5:00:00 AM)

    I read your poems and it was good.

  • Tony Judson (9/15/2006 8:21:00 AM)

    James I read your 'poem of the day' and I think it is brilliant! your sense of rythmn & rhyme is beautiful and your poetic license with spelling and alliteration is superb.
    It makes wish I could have been the fly on the wall in a meeting between you and the late Ogden Nash- Keep it up Cheers Tony Judson

Best Poem of James Whitcomb Riley

When The Frost Is On The Punkin

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of...

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The Ripest Peach

The ripest peach is highest on the tree --
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!

She looms aloft where every eye may see
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
Such fruitage as her love I know, alas!
I may not reach here from the orchard grass.

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