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Journey Ode Poems | Ode Poems About Journey

These Journey Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Journey. These are the best examples of Journey Ode poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Dreamer

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one that reaches for the highest of heights.
I use the clouds as a helpful step to rest my feet as I reach. 
Stretching my arms up high, trying to grasp a hold of the stars. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that struggles through the thistles and thorns. 
Reaching forward, eyes tearing up as I bleed for the light that will soon be mine.
I use the light's rays as motivational beams, urging me forward. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one who fights through the ridicule and puns. 
I fly through the maze of the bombardment of insults and put downs, straight to my prize. 
I use the tormenting words as encouragement to later prove them wrong. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that searches for truth. 
I wander through a world of lies and tricksters as they try to make me lose focus.
Discovering traps and evading paths of lies by evaluating them with logic and reason.
With every lie evaded, I inch closer to the truth. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am that one, the one who dreams.
For without dreams I am nothing, but a human with no purpose. 
And when my dreams are reached, the scars I will wear proudly.
For the struggles I had faced will stand as validation to how much my dreams are worth.


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Ode To A Trojan Horse

Learnt by the pang of fear
Oh Trojan horse thou art fair
So fearful and hard to near
Your presence!A dread  even to air
Leading to an ancient unknown fence
Creating anguish in the ambience
Like a mad dog thou locate
Your way to doom or heaven's gate
Vigour in you aint got an end
For strong art thou till the end
Of world and world beyond thy tend


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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


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The Journey of a New Dawn

God never fails
He’s the best ever 
Every day is a new day
Miracles surround me 
I have crossed many hurdles
And my paths are laid straight
I walk, I stride, and I jump
in all, all is born
I thank Him for the oil on my head
For the legacy He’s leaving by my tail
Every day I thank HIM
I will always praise HIM
In Him I dwell and have my Being.

Greg Jones


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Oldd the Days

Old are they; those fables
Green they seemed so idle,
murrain of theirs still but
stand.

Odd how all of us prattle
Lads indeed we still are
longing hearty; throstles  
songs sang_we all are.

Old; we wot these birds
their silent screams,
their feathers whim;
Nwunwani ya malena
oh swain to boyish manner.

Odd these tricks;futile
that laugh; humor felt
fainly graft; lusty marks
brat indistinct;two of these.

Old indeed friends many, 
lunatics, lovers, poets;
to me:days where fine
the faces, the smiles;
the best_my closest: my mother.

Odd_history of man's fall
from glory; temporal but
lowly, to the swam of folks 
indulged in folksy fables
and wind drought eagles.

Old the age of time,
if he were to count her down
feast_lamps shone_indwelling clans;
of rocks as bread and
lands as fields of gold.

Odd these slippers_my
lullaby, the gentle embrace
of firm support and fashionable
hey, hello; nice shoes,
intrigue in loops.

Old my looney_little mate
from lands only of  myth,
imagined places: those
created films_my pixel pinky.

Odd my interest in single
females,of simple yarn and
lowly glory that's too fragile for;
lollipops_kisses and pecks like
v award winds.

Old these melodies of Bome_yes
bome; these loving tides of
beautiful countenance rose
as roses at noonday;as
waves at water pools.

Odd these Irish boys of Ireland_
Scottish accents in American films
faked acts of Hitler in short pants,
Black dark doves; the purity of beauty
Africa.

Old yes odd these remarkable words:
these watery lines_the days.


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Spring

Season of white departs from my life,
as winter retreats from spring.
it put's into motion a plan of devotion,
to bring forth the magnificent things.

Spiders are webbing,
the fly's they are catching.
Birds pulling worms from the earth.
This is how its always been done
in a full blown blooming rebirth.

The newly fallen rain,
brings to the plains, 
the aroma of cedar and sage.
A sweet damp dew with every step I move,
along this prairie land trail I have made.

Captured in my brain, 
through the moments I frame.
Will today,
and forever, 
remain.


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Away From Home, But on My Way Home

I am on a journey
I have been for quite awhile
I know not how much further I must go

But I know the destination;
it is to be enriched by every life I meet on the way
and to enrich every life that grace mine on the way

So I must stop, 
to smell every rose,
to cheer every heart

Though the way may be fraught
with fog and tempest,
I have no fear and I am not lost
I still remember the way home
and I am fond of home
It is a place of eternal life
It is a house of endless love,
a house of peace, 
a house of joy 

In my home, 
there's always laughter,
hearts never break, 
smiles never fade, 
spirit and flesh never frail
fear is never around, 
friends never leave,
loved ones never die, 
no sad farewells there

I will go home, 
when my journey comes to its end
To my father’s house will I go
To the house of endless love, peace, and joy,
will I return

Into the waiting loving arms of my father; 
into the warm happy embrace of friends and loved ones,
who had been on the journey and gone home before me, 
eagerly awaiting my return

To my home, to my father’s house,
of endless love, peace, and joy, 
will I return

The day of my return, I know not,
but when it comes, I will know,
for my father will call me home,
When he calls, I will hear 
I will answer his call
I will run to my father
I will be home

(Dedicated to Merl Butler)