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Details | Ode |

You said JCO

You looked down at me, blue eyes intent on freezing, looked past my tears,  and 
said you loved me.
There was no expression on your face, no warmth in your kiss, you told me you 
cared, and wanted only me.
I placed my hands on your back, kissed that mouth and told you how beautiful  I 
thought you were. Then you smiled that first smile you told me I was absolutely 
When the sweat was dry, and the air was still, you wrapped your legs in mine, and 
stroked my hair. You shared all the moments of your past, the plans of the future, 
and the child like excitement of your dreams overwhelmed me into tears. 
I fell in love with you. I fell hard. I fell for a man who felt nothing for me. I fell into 
the arms of something that I dreamt was there, but faded, like the scent of your 
skin.  I never knew how blind I was.  I never thought it would hurt to let you go. I 
never thought I would have to. I never thought you  would ever hurt me, instead 
you crushed me. 
You told me you loved me, and you cared. You told me I was worth everything, but 
you left me. You just left me. No note. No call. No email. Nothing. You just 
disappeared leaving me to feel like everything everyone had ever said about you; 
everything you said you were, was true. 
I danced with you. I let you in to my heart. You saw my soul. You knew everything. 
You were everything to me. How could you do this to me?  Why did you have to lie 
and tell me it was only me? Why did you tell me I was it for you? Why did you tell me 
you loved me, and cared so damn much?  Why didn’t you stop to think about me 
just once before eating that cake you so had to have. 
You looked down at me, eyes still frozen, and begged me to have that baby.  There 
was a beautiful smile on your face, and you said you loved me.
You watched me move, and I heard you sigh. I thought it meant everything.  You 
said I was everything. You said you loved me. I thought you loved me

Copyright © April Marie Johnson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones

Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ode |

Welcome To My Life

I'm dying in this slow decay of the senses.
Senseless agony consumes my mind.
Eating my soul until I'm gray.
Gray like the leaves at your funeral.
The day the color faded and beauty went away.
The sky is falling, 
But, only on me.
As the Heavens are calling,
They tell me to leave.
But don't put your faith, your faith in me.
Don't trust fate,
For nothing is meant to be.
The slow silent squeezing of my petrified soul.
I left my heart with the sugar,
In the bottom of the bowl.
The wounds of the mind,
Based solely on the knife.
Look for my flaws and you'll always find....
Welcome to my life.

Copyright © Rachel Mathews | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

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??????????

Copyright © B S Sky | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

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...

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Ode To Miss Charlotte

Ode to Miss Charlotte

I read about some verbal wars
That brew among some poets.
It’s fought between the ‘know-it-alls’
And those who just don’t know it.

I came upon your essay
On this sacred hallowed site
And after reading what you said
I am convinced you’re right.

Man, in his poetry must apply
 Some elementary rules
Lest those who seek our legacy
Will think we all were fools.

Who makes the rules by which we write
May always tease our minds
But poets’ hearts will always be
The source of all we leave behind.

Haikus are a special breed
But we’ve known all along
That Japanese write differently
Yet sing their haunting songs.

So, let life stand and judge me 
As I travel the poets’ road
While I’ve not only butchered haikus,
I have devastated odes.

Author’s note: Listed below are some of my posts that will clarify some confusion.. Jake
On Raisin’ Haikus, Haiku Hell, Haiku Shoppe, Haiku Town Dog, Haikuville, Haiku Hash, Haiku Omelet (1 and 2), Haiku Hound

Written by: John Posey 10/05/13
Inspired by: Haiku Fanatics, a poem by Charlotte Puddifoot

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Bio |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Untitled #264 / Christian girl

Oh Christian girl
oh regal queen
so lost and happy

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

Why Did I

A few days past, at a stop sign
Eager to hit the road,
Waiting at the back of the line
And obligated to return by nine.
To my hypocrisy, this is an ode.

See, I hope for a world of giving
Where needs are always met
Where sins can find forgiving
And all are peacefully living
Though I’ve done something I regret.

For, as I pulled up to the street
I was approached by another,
Who wore no shoes upon his feet
I thought a thought of pure conceit,
How could I call you, brother?

He raised a soiled hand to wave
His weary eyes found mine
If I’d had cash I might’ve gave
But sit and talk, I wouldn’t brave.
Certainly, he’d be fine.

See, I hope for a world of giving
Where needs are always met
Where sins can find forgiving
And all are peacefully living
So how did I forget?

I hit the gas and sped away
And watched in the rear-view
Why I did it, I can’t convey
And in the mirror he faded away
A scene I’ll ever rue.

If anything within my mind
His form is amplified
Hauntingly, the thing I find,
within guilt’s prison, now confined
I nurse remorse unsatisfied.

See, I hope for a world of giving
Where needs are always met
Where sins can find forgiving
And all are peacefully living
So why did I forget?
Why did I forget?


Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Ode To Yoda

Hindsight, as a gift good it would be
Ours if only to have it we could
Misery, to stop it for you and me
People not to meet, good be that would.

Hearts broken, not they would be
Heartbreak, not happen it would
Love true, we would see
Hindsight, as a gift, be good it would

Corners to turn, not turn them we would 
In hindsight, save us it would, we see
Troubles save us,  many it would
Life with hindsight, good it should be

Challenges though, would few be
Need them we do to grow
In hindsight, them we cannot see
Learn we must from our woe.

Forgiveness, a reason for this there is
Mistakes many to ourselves we lay bare
In hindsight also trouble there is
Need it when we do, it’s never there.

© 13/03/2013 ~GG~
Contest entry 

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Untitled #237 / Or

Or is he heartless?

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

Love feast

Love feast             by Steven Hudson

I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.

Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE

As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 


Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

The Sound of Death

Listen to the wind and the birds that sing,
The ice that creeks and the sound of freaks,
Listen for you'll hear them no more,
All that will be left of what was and is to be,
Is darkness.

I near my grave and my demon speaks to me,
It reminds me of who I am and what I wanted to be,
I don't fear death but why is it taking me?
Can you listen?

Listen as heaven shouts and death speaks,
As demons cry and angels weep,
As the ground cracks and death speaks,
But before it reads your final decree,
See the cloudy sky and imagine the deep abyss,
For where you go,
Who knows if there is peace?

Can you feel the blood ripple through your skin,
Can you see the weeping of your kith and kin,
I bet they'll eat after they weep,
Then all of a sudden, your memory fades,
You enter the darkest of the deep,
The well from which no soul returns, no atom speaks,
Its going to be a long day, longer than a thousand seas.

The mass ends and the coffin is lowered,
Somewhere you know you exist and that you've ceased to exist,
The magic flows through your hand and every limb,
You're born anew in this world unknown,
Whether chaotic or not is a question to answer you'll seek.

But for now, listen,
Listen to the sound of the wind and the papers as they crease,
Listen to whatever you can and see whatever you can see,
Feel whatever you can feel and cry if it seems,
There is no time to regret your every actions,
After all How many atoms have lived?

I'll be somewhere there waiting for you,
In the darkest of rooms you shall see me,
I am what makes your every being,
I am you and you are me,
There is no time to talk, we'll talk when we meet,
I am the oneness that transcends every being,
I am the truth not a hopeless myth,
For light and love are temporary,
Hope and darkness eternal.

We shall meet, we shall speak,
But for now, breathe,
For this is the last time you shall breathe!

Copyright © Titus Daudi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

A Heart that Speaks

The currency of strength he holds not deaf to.
In tact, a willingness in favor of their ability.
Touched, not by the unfimiliar hands of hindrance,
but by her waking heart that speaks.
Uninterrupted, by the thoughts of the trained unfortunate.
His fortune, submits him to ideas of the unknown.
He speaks, with no approval of the mind.
In the Infinite, he expresses through feeling-
A playground; void of the pain of past, a fimiliarity is at play.

Copyright © Sara Ajemyan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Ode to the Winning Chess Player---Or, For The Checkmated Winners

Aptly said and boldly spoken.
Chess is over
lacking all stakes and honor.
Every Black chess player went to Checkmate,
All others forfeit!
Let's ignore the real someone and scatter back homewards.
"We didn't much play him, Good Folks, but remember
In this world so dishonest,
We're dressed up quite nicely.
And, oh yeah, Chess is a serious endeavor. . ."
He's undefeated, not Dead
so just hold the Presses.
Once he's passed let me know,
With however badly he suffered.
To work towards a chess tournament ten foolish years,
To be recognized, honored, and considered a Legend. . .
But, hey!, we're Checkmated Winners,
So now don't cause that trouble!
Since he's owed chess monies now, and it's about that that you're asking,
Just listen up People,
We mean he won't get his money!

Copyright © Erik Spector | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

one more lonely dream

the thoughts that rest here deep 
I’m laying low and waiting 
as those bullets whiz past me 
it’s those little things that wound 
those moments I can’t see 
can we reach the pinnacle 
or all that we can be? 

imagination covers 
too heavy in this heat 
you try to pull the blanket off 
I sit in the hot seat 
the gash that will not stop 
my mind continues to seep 
nothing stops the heartache 
of a heart that will still bleed 

we lay down here together 
as usual I don’t sleep 
your hand rests on my body 
there’s no comfort there for me 
it flows out with the current 
a bottle floating at sea 
coming back to haunt  this room 
just one more lonely dream

Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

Untitled #43 / Centripetal force

Centripetal force of a
whirling waterbottle, captured in it
the tornado of our youth
and reflecting a goofy smile.
Dare you say centrifugal?
Dare you graze the edge of a sharpened sword?

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

Ode to the Moon

In the night sky there she smiles
Watching lovers from distant miles
After Mr, Sun neglects the world
The gracious moon starts to unfold
Joyful hearts wait the chance
To see the moon spread romance
She’s radiant, sensual, glowing bright,
A witness to bodies fused at night
To lonely hearts, warmth she gives
To broken souls, light she leaves
Could this sparkling jewel in the sky
Be afraid to fall that high?
Oh lovely maiden up above
Does she weep she cannot love?

Copyright © John Rey Canon | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Not feeling yourself

Who was I,
in that sea of beauty,
who was I,
could never talk to you,
never hold you,
never be with you,
I am no-one,
with nothing to offer,
the best I can do is act,
play the part of someone with confidence,
someone who's happy,
but what's the point if it's a lie,
where's the glory if it's all a lie,
you keep walking down that road, 
and you start to confuse the lies with the truth,
till you can no longer trust yourself,
till you've made an enemy of yourself,
and when you do that you truly have no-one, 
who am I,
in that sea of beauty,
who am I,
talking to you,
never to trust myself again,
never to know what it means to be myself again,
an actor who can no longer tell which face is the mask.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |


Sleep, sleep
Sleep till another day
For another sunny god
Sleep sleep sleep
Find your own peace
Your black midget maid
Had disappeared
Your sandwich is on
Its way
The dirty blood
Was washed away
They brushed your hair
Sleep sleep
For the love of god
For the mother mary love
They already put a spell
The holy sky 
Will save your heart
So please try to sleep

Copyright © Mystified Story | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

My promise to you JCO

There are moments I still wonder why. 
Question everything I gave, and every action
I blamed myself for you not wanting to try
But came to realize you never gave a fraction.

I bled my heart out for you
Cut even when the scar would heal
The wound in love was cruel
Hope in selfishness you chose to steal

You found me in a thousand bits
Picking them up one at time 
Instead of glue it was a temporary fix 
To make the shattering affect more define

Now that the tears have all fallen
I promise you only of this
Your face I will have forgotten
But mine will haunt your every first kiss

Copyright © April Marie Johnson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Truth Be Told (Ode to Mary Magdalene)

Your halls glistened in virgin white
Marbled with illusions, chide lies
Feasting fantasies, frosting twilight
Your sharp vigil held in disguise

Marked distain slur bitter tongues
Left the weak sadly convinced.
Stifled the truth from filling the lungs 
Sound words left blurry and minced.

If thou encumbered by weighty approach,
Could Almighty not see peril, danger?
Blinded by love while evil encroached
Ah! Allied beginnings in manger!

Shall these obscure impulses deem fair
Whilst teachings of your past deed
Seek immoral, unethical, answers to prayer,
In the name of prosperous greed?

Copyright © Marco Borda | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ode |

Untitled #93 / Ann Wilson #2

Ann Wilson!
Why was she so heartless?
What made love so different
in the 70’s, 80’s, 90’s?
Sage, tell me!

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

I fell in love with a liar JCO

I sat with you and listened to your heartbreak stories
I held you, I kissed you, I promised I would never do that to you
I fell in love with you.
You sat there and listened to the horrors of my past
You held me, you kissed me, you promised never to do that to me
I fell in love with you.
You wouldn’t let me walk away, but you didn’t chase me either
You said you weren’t ready, but you were never gone
You watched me fall in love with you, but never said a word…. 

I tried to let you go, I tried to run, why didn’t you just let me?
I tried to mask my pain, I tried to write it out, but you read it all, and kept me?
I wanted to love you, and you let me without hesitation, why?
But you belonged to another undeserving soul that crushed you
And she is worthy of that in which I am not, why?
She cheated on you, you cheated on her
She doesn’t want you and you don’t want me
You used me to get to her, why?
You said I was perfect, and too good for you
Yet you did everything in your will to destroy me. Why?
Why did you do this?
Why did you not see me?
Why did you punish me?
I was in love with you.

Copyright © April Marie Johnson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

the hour is getting late

I feel tired,
slipping into the arms of Morpheus,
I fall
and break my neck,
tumbling down
a drain pipe as long as anything,

Alice said the hour was getting late,
I concur, 
but my mouth won't make a sound,
so frustrated, I slam my hand on the table
and start waving my arms about,
trying to express what,
I don't know, it's long gone
and more to the point,
long irrelevant,
for Alice was right,
the hour was getting late,

and as I stumble
into the cab,
clinging for dear life,
to the last shred of conciousness,
I turn to the driver and pull a smile,

giving no specific direction,
but indicating with my hand "that way"
and handing over a crumpled five pound note,

next thing I know, 
I'm outside my flat,
stumbling and trying my hardest, 
to keep the contents of my stomach, 
from spilling on the curb,

passers by stare bemused, 
at the comic sight of someone so far gone
and I am struggling just to stay upright,
finally I hit the door
and once in, crawl up the vast mountain of stairs,
until I finally reach the refuge of my room,
where at once I fall,

I fall into the arms of Morpheus
and slipping I break my neck,
tumbling down 
a drain pipe as long as anything,
and Alice turns to me and says,
the hour is getting late.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

what do I do

what do I do with what I know
thoughts overgrown with thick, green mold
ghosts of those who once stayed close
black and whites now overexposed
they hang still, on hallowed walls

what do I do with what once was
portraits blurred, out of focus fuzz
you say forget them, just because
too many that caused me such a buzz
they know more than they will tell

what do I do with what's within
to the sea I confess most sins
all these waves could do me in
will I drown or will I swim
they wash still on sandy shores

what do I do with constant thought
all the pain and tears it brought
is it for real of just for naught
my heart ensnared and tightly caught
they matter not, they matter not

Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse |

Ode To Love

What brings two strangers From strange different Places together?..........        I have cast my mind on Wisdom to know what I Should not know?                Why one leaves her Families to live with Attracted entity? Why a Man leaves his parents And siblings whom he Grew up wit to cling on an Unknown-known stranger? What makes a woman Open her legs to someone She never knew existed Before?                              I enquired again,what makes one lover to kill the Unfaithful partner?             Then a voice said" our friends were once strangers?.......the power behind these,is the force of love."                            I ask finally,why does one become a slave to this unyeilding force?

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |


our children dacing
dacing at the sight of lighted bulbs
like when the eclipse occured
but their hope dashed

but his wealth  is intact
for his greatest grand children
children that are more equal
more equal than the others

our mouths now salivates
on seeing mere nuts
like dogs for bones
bones of our lost sons

sons last seen on april
april of the pools
pools of ballots
ballots of inec

our stomach now speak
speak like the dogs
dogs that came beyond the sea
but they have learnt
learnt to look
look since their demands were not meet

our youths now play in moonlight
play games in the sand
games out of fustration
fustration  due to lack of job

our graduates now employed
employed in barrow pushing company plc
with first class honours
obtained from war front

our universities now battle fields
our wards soliders
only to come home
with paper to prove it

all their hopes in it
in the designed paper
paper that cannot feed
even the fetus in the woman

they made him believe them
them that are beyond the sea
that his wealths are safe
though they beautify their land with it

he knew not that the value of  
his wealth has been used
used to tare their roads
used to build schools
used to build hospitals
used to make things better
used to empower their people
used to make them what they claim
those beyond the sea

though his wealth are safe
it have generated hundred times
to say the least, its worth
he claims to be rich,

the cock that crew
the dogs that bark
the cricket that creaks
the youths that riots
the children that cries

all are saying in Unison
wake up and behave
like a black though are
for our blood flows in you

let them know that we have an origin
our origin so strong
our strenght so wisely use
our wisdom cannot be decieved

wake up and take from them
the wealth they took from us
wake up and suprise them
and make our homes the dream land

the dream land of our fathers
those that fought till sleep came
and those that still wait for sleep to emerge

wake up and let them know
that our wealth we can manage
to make our homes eden
the eden our fathers lived in

For our tribes are stong
as strong as the lion
the lion accros the equator
our home the heart of Africa

Copyright © Magnus Nwagu Amudi Esq | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

Poem To the Boy Who's Ruining My Life

You said you were my best friend...
Lying sonofa*****
Best friends don't frame each other for drug distribution!!!
I'm going to jail and it's YOUR FAULT!!!!!!
I'll never forgive you for this!!!!

Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2011