James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

241. A Very Youthful Affair 4/9/2010
242. When Lide Married _Him_ 4/9/2010
243. Back From A Two-Years' Sentence 4/9/2010
244. Autumn 4/9/2010
245. He Called Her In 4/9/2010
246. John Walsh 4/9/2010
247. Leedle Dutch Baby 4/9/2010
248. In The Dark 4/9/2010
249. In The South 4/9/2010
250. Inscribed 4/9/2010
251. A Song Of Singing 4/9/2010
252. An Autumnal Extravaganza 4/9/2010
253. Johnson's Boy 4/9/2010
254. Find The Favorite 4/9/2010
255. Mr. What's-His-Name 4/9/2010
256. Mylo Jones's Wife 4/9/2010
257. A Wrangdillion 4/9/2010
258. A Variation 4/9/2010
259. When Old Jack Died 4/9/2010
260. When Bessie Died 4/9/2010
261. Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show 4/9/2010
262. Friday Afternoon 4/9/2010
263. Doc Sifers 4/9/2010
264. Dot Leedle Boy 4/9/2010
265. Kneeling With Herrick 4/9/2010
266. Laughter Holding Both His Sides 4/9/2010
267. Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood 4/9/2010
268. In The Evening 4/9/2010
269. Heat-Lightning 4/9/2010
270. Climatic Sorcery 4/9/2010
271. Noey Bixler 4/9/2010
272. North And South 4/9/2010
273. Only A Dream 4/9/2010
274. Lines For An Album 4/9/2010
275. John Brown 4/9/2010
276. A Prospective Visit 4/9/2010
277. An Old Friend 4/9/2010
278. Dead In Sight Of Fame 4/9/2010
279. Dead Leaves 4/9/2010
280. Morton 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

Our Hired Girl

1 Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
2 An' she can cook best things to eat!
3 She ist puts dough in our pie-pan,
4 An' pours in somepin' 'at's good an' sweet;
5 An' nen she salts it all on top
6 With cinnamon; an' nen she'll stop
7 An' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow,
8 In th' old cook-stove, so's 'twon't slop
9 An' git all spilled; nen bakes it, so

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