James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

41. The Mulberry Tree 4/9/2010
42. The Old Days 4/9/2010
43. The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
44. The Passing Of A Heart 4/9/2010
45. The Pathos Of Applause 4/9/2010
46. The Plaint Human 4/9/2010
47. The Quest 4/9/2010
48. The Quiet Lodger 4/9/2010
49. The Rambo-Tree 4/9/2010
50. The Rider Of The Knee 4/9/2010
51. The Serenade 4/9/2010
52. The Shoemaker 4/9/2010
53. The Silent Victors 4/9/2010
54. The Singer 4/9/2010
55. The Speeding Of The King's Spite 4/9/2010
56. The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me 4/9/2010
57. The Stepmother 4/9/2010
58. The Touches Of Her Hand 4/9/2010
59. The Town Karnteel 4/9/2010
60. The Tree-Toad 4/9/2010
61. The Twins 4/9/2010
62. The Wandering Jew 4/9/2010
63. Thinkin' Back 4/9/2010
64. Thomas The Pretender 4/9/2010
65. Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer 4/9/2010
66. Three Dead Friends 4/9/2010
67. Through Sleepy-Land 4/9/2010
68. Time 4/9/2010
69. Time Of Clearer Twitterings 4/9/2010
70. To An Importunate Ghost 4/9/2010
71. The Way It Wuz 4/9/2010
72. The Wife-Blessed 4/9/2010
73. Their Sweet Sorrow 4/9/2010
74. To My Good Master 4/9/2010
75. To Santa Claus 4/9/2010
76. To The Serenader 4/9/2010
77. Told By 4/9/2010
78. Tom Johnson's Quit 4/9/2010
79. Tom Van Arden 4/9/2010
80. Tugg Martin 4/9/2010

Comments about James Whitcomb Riley

  • 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?

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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

  • Carolyn Binkley (10/6/2005 6:47:00 PM)

    James Whitcomb Riley is by far one of my favorite poets of all time. I love his imagery, his imagination, his rhyme and rhythm. And most of all I love his sense of 'simple' and his connection to the nature in all of us. He cleverly plays with that which is real, unlike Lewis Carroll who cleverly plays with that which is not.

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...

Read the full of When The Frost Is On The Punkin

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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