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Imagination Ode Poems | Ode Poems About Imagination

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

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Lovers On A Rainy Day

Out on the porch for a little recess
From life's daily chores, listen to raindrops
Pitter-patter, musical sounds request
From gentle breeze, which stirs windchimes non-stop
Nature's orchestra plays as in hammock relaxed lay
A novel to read or just nap away
Afternoon quietly, what more pleasure
Maybe do something risque
Meet with lover, love away rainy day
In deep caresses our love we'll measure

The flame will burn higher as our desire
Rises with each kiss and loving caress
As the rain's rhythm sets mood, love's red fire
Glows as love to each other we confess
Romancing to rain's music dance and sway
Raindrops, roses, love's desire only glows
Lover so glad you could be companion to
Maybe do something risque
As on the love seat, inflamed we repose
Not needing love potion our love to renew

Lover so glad that I met you today
Out on porch listening to rain's rhythm
Stirring music in my soul fears allay
Perfectly matched love's biorhythm
There are now no fears or life's dismay
Love come take me away to higher realm
Come, stay, don't just wait life's rainy day to
Maybe do something risque
Hold, caress, don't wait 'til life overwhelms
Love come stay please don't ever bid adieu

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Contest: An Ode To Small Comfort On a Rainy Afternoon


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Queen of Camouflage

Mistress of deception,
as in victual monogamy.
A deceit of one’s perception,
without an irksome homily.

Mushrooms drop into a pot,
with peppers, once pureed.
Zucchini dance as they are tossed
amidst confetti of celery seed.

Onions sing out with Garlic,
part of the tomato cabaret.
They drop, sway, and frolic,
below the leaves of dried up bay.

A precipitation of spices,
fine herbs and hot chilies.
If omitted a possible crisis,
like the heel of Achilles.

Then a most decisive stroke,
wheat pasta hits the stage.
With every furtive jab and poke…
Spaghetti is still the rage!



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Ode to Womanhood

Forbidden as the fruit in the garden of Eden,
But is merciless as man's carnal desire.
Similarly ripe and succulent,
And provoking instantaneous salivation, 
A desire to taste.
The oasis in a desert of heat and sand,
Quenching the instinctive thirst of man.
The bearer of fruit, 
Giver of life,
The garden in which man plants his seed,
And grants the world mortality. 
Once a symbol of purity and innocence,
The most beautiful of flowers in a field of many. 
Harvesting of such a blossom does not result in decadence,
But instead marks fertility,
And the renewal of that virtue.
Dawning of all existence,
Fulfillment of all desires,
And the divine being of all creation,
Eternally unaware of the power it possesses.


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Ode to a Woodpecker

The ladder backed pecker,
like a prison uniform.
Caught-up in exposing
the truth beneath the bark,

of the poet's apple tree.
We prefer ourself in spring;
with tiny little flowers,
and the fruit of possibility.

Yet, if not for the woodpecker,
tapping holes into poems,
we might not ever see
the flesh and blood of raw meat.

I will climb that ladder back,
escape pre-decreed standards.
Tap into that syrupy mixture
and suck-out truth from hard wood.

Yes, lessons from a jail bird.
A pest in the Avian Kingdom.
Wisdom from the little rebel,
beat-out of a tree.


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' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


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In Memory of Dragons

Dark, enigmatic, created world
The natural realm of fairies and elves
Visited untimely by children of men
Heroes, saviors, and spirits undone
Fantasy lives inhumanly lost 
Behind unsung valorous deeds
Smoky breathed creatures of tooth and scale
Crossing the boundaries of nearly impossible
Slain by strange power
Destroyed by bright courage
In fiery desperation wrought
Lo, where are the dragons now.


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ICE CREAM

chill chill; cool cool;
     variety of different colors and taste.
strawberry,butterscotch,mango,
     pista,badam,wallnut,etc.,
a variety of flavours
     which keeps me cool.
ice cream with parents is happy.
     ice cream with friends is jolly.
ice creamwith lovable one is lovely.
     sharing ice cream shares love.
have a cup of ice,
      have a chill and cool life.


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First Love

First Love

Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???

Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??

Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?

I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.

Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????


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Mysteries of Human Hairs

Mysteries of Human Hairs Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs, Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble, When nicely looked after and softly taken care of. Your beauty and elegance has often inspired, Your softness and shines have captivated many To put their hearts on fire, Your aroma can evoke to extremes, Passion and lust like streams. The lustrous beauty of these hairs, Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions, To win only a Helen of Troy and Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey, Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors. Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs, Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages, Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs. Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters, Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world, While many have altered their existence, completely, To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls, Even the dullness of your hairs too, Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers. Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs, When you hang, you look like dark clouds, Playing on the forehead of a woman, By watching such clouds many get lost, In the colors of your showering rains. Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations, Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever, While many have found the goal of their life, In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors, What a strange it is, that still many Would like and love to get sacrificed, In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever. It is also a hard truth of the world and Of our human life and air that, Even some saints too have fallen prey, Before your enchanting beauty and your alluring colors. Many mighty kings have lost their crown and kingdoms, In the ever tempting beauty of your magnetic curls and shines, To get hold of you, O’ lovely hairs. Kingdoms have fallen like the house of cards and Even most powerful men of this earth, Have lost the edge of their swards, Before the shining, flying and mesmerizing, Beauty of a women’s hair and its penetrating charms. What wealth and gems you hide in your treasure, Making many men and even women, Mad, before the lovely ravishing beauty of you, O’ Hairs. Ravindra Kanpur India 28th Oct 2010 Edited and rewritten on 28th March 2012


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The love of our lives

I will bring the world to your feet
I will not be discreet 
I will say it out loud 
I will erase all the cloud
Make it a bright shiny day
In a month of May 
Sweet gentle breeze 
I will be at your arms 
You will kiss my eyelids
We shall fall asleep 
Dream of a perfect life 
The love of our lives 


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