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Details | Ode |

Dear Lucifer

I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I? 
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw 
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown

There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me

What I will never be

Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Black Diamond

On the border of the obscure wastelands, In the depths of shadows and torments, Far beyond the land of Never Was, Never Will Is a place where I hold you, strong and silent… As the shards of your sensitive sadness prevail, Sifting the awaiting coals below, I shall reflect slivers of your light upon the darkest woe! I fight with the broken alliance within the dimmest coves, I mean to pull you into Death’s demise Where the pained poets prevail and the suns of justice arise So that e’en the coldest of coals reach warmth! Generating power so strong, that the gods step aside As these diamonds-to-be burst into the light of day Revealing your words of Always Was… and Always Will The Black Diamond, once captive…finally free…though coal black still!
For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD) 12/7/14

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

The Dark Continent

Why is Africa the dark continent?
Is it the skin, but this is skin-deep…
Is it the hope, which by faith we keep? 
Is it the future, which we cannot see,
Or is it the label 
That was given unfortunately?

When we in Africa
Look up at the bright blue sky
We see the hope and glory
In eyes about to die

When we in Africa
Live in poverty
We rely on Help that sets us free
To eternal wealth

When we in Africa
Get sick, we pray for God to heal
And our singular and faithful appeal
Sees many miracles

When we in Africa 
Look at the world’s philosophy
Of smut and grime and flesh sublime
We are happy to be poor

When we in Africa 
Pray for our brothers’ keep
We sink peacefully into our restful sleep
As worries do not keep us up

When we in Africa 
Are pitied by the nations
As they build their careers in grimy subway stations
We pray for them

For the poor will be blessed
As the wide road gives you rest
But rest assured
You may be lured
To the (eternal) darkest continent!

Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014

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 |

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Ode to Shadow

You are the sibling of Darkness
Only representing all friendliness
but you're mistaken too much
You surround me with a clutch
You hide from liberation
But you somehow form your recreation
You extinguish my fear
and make things very, very clear.

Copyright © Marceleus Menor | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Further is Closer Than You Think

To see or not to see, past the illusion.
Of truth secretly whispered back and forth,
creating confusion.

Shakespeare publicly fought between life and death
for pure amusement.

Within my thoughts, hope's not lost but found,
don't fight with fear use it.

Time is endlessly precious when our soul starts to lose grip.
Loose lips, wondering eyes, curious minds
in search of the light.
Collide in a beautiful place
where I am nothing
connected to everything
real matter cannot be erased.

Copyright © Gerald Moise | Year Posted 2014

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 |

Ode to Joy Life Brings

                                         Ode to Joy Life Brings.
                                              By: Kitty Jones

The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.
Here today
Gone tomorrow
In my life there is no sorrow.
I try to be insensitive
To all you’re wants and needs
And when you have an open wound
I try to make you bleed.
What is hope?
What is laughter?
What is happily ever after
The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.

Copyright © kitty jones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

To Death

Alas! We meet again!
We held fist against each other back then,
But once more now I see you,
And I am more than ready too.

Conceding to you my life,
For this conflict cannot be ceased by strife,
You are with the Almighty Divine,
And I thank you for the gift of extended Time.

Alas! My friend depart with me,
Guide me and give me the chance to be free,
Free from the clutches of life and its reality,
Grant me the feeling of eternal glee.

To my friends I say to you all,
Do not see my death as my own downfall,
For I am happy with my old friend who visits me now and then,
Let him do as he pleases for this is the fate of all men.

Copyright © Angelus Somnium | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Chasing Happiness

There was a man,
he wasn't frightened 
and he loved mysteries 
and that's what happiness is all about.

Always chasing a scene,
a moment lost in time,
a smile, 
a feeling,
a connection,

trying to get back to some place,
that may or may not of ever existed,
some memory,
a great conversation,
a feeling of camaraderie,
to fall in love,

we spool through
the past while existing,
in the present,
trying to re-enact,
re-stage past events, 
we believe brought us happiness and fulfilment,

but we are swimming against the ocean current,
no, it is not even this,
because to go back to the past isn't difficult,
it's impossible,

not a word we like to hear
and the memories of happiness gone by,
happiness lost,
taunt us,
a picture of oxygen presented to a drowning man,

we chase the past
because we can not picture,
happiness in the future,
it's causes are too nuanced, too elliptical,
but we know what brought us happiness in the past,
so we cling to the idea, 
that these things can be relived for comfort,

it is in this fear, 
that there will be no happiness tomorrow, 
fear born of the emotions elusive nature,
that we seal are fate,
a self fulfilling prophesy.

There was a man
he wasn't frightened 
and he loved mysteries 
and that's what happiness is all about.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Ode To Darkness And Travel

Traveling down a long road of lost memories
and lights that are shimmering
in the face of a broken past
now, freedom at last!
You know these words, 
you have heard them before.
Your reading an old volume of forgotten lore.
Darkness for your soul.
Travel for your mind.
Why do you always go looking for love
that you will never find?

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |

An Ode to Struggle

All the days go by desperately,
Everyday is a day to be overcome,
I am struggling to get through them,
Just to live another day in agony.

I wish to come out victorious,
Of all the turmoil I have to bear,
Of all the pain that I go through,
Of the loneliness that grips my heart.

Each day passes by me unnoticed,
Each day has become my sworn enemy,
Each day I wish for things to change,
Everyday I pray for a miracle to happen.

I hope to get through this unharmed
Without a scar to remind me of this
This story I wish to end well or let me be
Without any expectations of what will be.

Copyright © Fiona Herne | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

An Ode To A Witch


SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!

Oh, that crackling thunder, my ears torn asunder,
That folded mural in the sky-
It glistened and gleamed, like jewels on high,
I marvelled at my passage, until my victim drew neigh.

That fair-haired maiden, a youthful lass AT BEST,
I would de'er enter her vessel-
And lay my wizened body to rest,
Upon such sweet innocence, I'll leave her torn and regretful.

I've searched within my old sinful heart,
These many sweet wenches, I do now recall-
But my only regret, is one day will I die,
Oh, my crackling thunder, 'tis gone and lost for all.

I'm but a vapored cloud,
Drifting and planing night and day-
But now I'm an image lost,
My family so far away.

An ode to a witch, INDEED,
It could have been so hea-ven-ly-
But a stitch in time,
Ne'er leaves its rhyme, as I did so hap-pil-y!

Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Soul Death


From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it 
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul 
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
                                             In peace may you rest Arusha

Copyright © felix gbemudu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

The Shadows of the Night


No one knows how to find me, 
I scream in agonizing pain but no one hears me,
Still no one gets it, no one can see,
I’ve tried telling everyone even by begging and pleading,
How this darkness has taken every emotion and drained
me completely.
I feel empty,
I’m trying to scream for someone to help me.
I’m suffering trying to find my way out of this darkness,
But it’s difficult when the thoughts in my head are turning to madness,
Strangely enough I don’t even feel sadness,
All I feel is the consumption of this darkness,
And it’s starting to feel like I’m not even conscious.
I’m a walking body wandering around aimlessly,
Steadily thinking about ending it shamelessly,
I must ask of you to not think any less of me,
I was a girl with a soul and now I’m completely empty.

Copyright © Kre8tive Kae | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Ghost in the dark

If I could only dream one dream That dream would be you.
If I could have one wish granted it would be for a kiss I never knew.
if I could only witness one last sunset I would have the Rays grace your cheek.
If I only had one word left to say your name I would speak.
If this life was not meant for soul mates complete then 
every life after I would Repeat.
every step the same just for a moment with your playful banter.
Regrets are for the meek and faint of heart, 
True love concours all even for ghosts in the dark.

Copyright © Sincerely Bonapart | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

ode to shadows

ode to shadows as i peer out the glassed portières penumbral visitations mock me; dare they deign to scare this parched crypt of adrenaline and cortisol, usurped by unquiet scourges over lifetimes' rebirth? steps shifting in the dark, familiar and beloved; the shushing and stirring, commit to draw me near; umbral amici and i provide a panoply o'bosky trappings f'thee a joinin' we, or off to obscure pastures to wee thee pants for eternity!

Copyright © Kathryne Ankney Higheagle | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tail-rhyme |

Ode of A Kaiju King

Since the Time of Dawn,
The World Was Enriched with Nuclear Spawn,
For the Greatest Discoveries … are achieved at the Cost of Great Scientific Atrocities!
For the Enter the World of Fear, 
It will consume all you hold so Dear,
For in this World there are Monsters …
Kaiju, the Prehistoric Ancient Horrors,
Children of the Palaeozoic, 
Surviving Extinction long after the Mesozoic,
Years of Fighting,
And Demands of Surviving,
Yet only One be fit to Rule,
Of the Kaiju School…
The Child of Rivers of Radiation.
The World Shakes in Fear in Tension,
For Mutated and Towering … he is Full of Wrath!
The Streets and Buildings Only Crumble .. Victims in Despair in his Path…
Big-G Spreads a Message Warning the Weakness of Humanity,
Only Destructive Propensity!
Yet Always he Returns, Renewed and Ready for a Score,
The Biggest of the Wars,
The Radiation Currents … the Strong Powerful Presence,
For the Anger and the Evil,
Are you contending with a Devil?
For You be Mistaken,
For He is the Prehistoric Past,
The Rage and Destruction come yet so Fast!
The Environment and Corruption of Nature,
Unleashed a Nuclear Creature,
You could call him a Dinosaur,
Yet he be no mere Tyrannosaur,
Earth’s Greatest Challenge yet also Hero,
His Atomic Breath of Death makes him like Nero,
Yet the Kaiju King … for all Destruction He Sings,
Yet Peace Too He Can Bring…
Perhaps one could ask … is he also a Benevolent Creature?
Yet whilst he may be Atomic Fury,
He too can Protect Humanity,
Obstacles or Kaiju he can Defeat,
Alas! He shall NEVER RETREAT!
For he may be a Killer Gargantuan,
Against Common Enemies of Godzilla and Man,
For one must not test games with Nature,
For Nature’s Answer is a Great Power…
His Bellowing Skreeornk … Marked the Vital New Clear Hour … 

Copyright © Justin Wu | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

What A Darkness It Is


What a darkness it is,
that as the planets rotate miracles
with cosmic power bestowed,
The Fall of Lightbringer
deadens the bleeding branches in Spring
as a requiem masked by your skin
paints onto the sun in a cloudless sky
The Stranger.


What a darkness it is
when laughter lark detonates atom bombs in your heart
and you join me in my scarlet fever,
gazing thoughtlessly at a rainbow stream
of cars holding minds that also fear tomorrow
and are synced with Soundtracks for the Blind
underneath the sun in a cloudless sky
in April.


What a darkness it is,
melting chocolate promises on concrete;
the promises of Locke Cole I cannot keep
streaming from a destitute human Roc
crippled beyond silencing waves in starless space,
smashing the guitar, he cannot fake it anymore
from a bleached sun in a cloudless sky
on Cape May.


What a darkness it is
to manually delete from your cyberspace
the immortal morning dew of a once eternal friendship,
for we all know that those imprinted souls linger
in our own, impossibly carved into reaches metaphysical,
especially when your favorites coalesce, reminders constantly
following like the sun in a cloudless sky
to nowhere

Copyright © Richard H. Dunsany | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

An Ode to

An ode to.......
Drifting through my mind like an elemental
You seem a waking dream of color and light
The moments are spontaneous and incidental
Only remnants illuminated particles of plight
Devastation it lingers the pain is instrumental
Spasms scarring and blurring my vision white
Mingled with words the effects detrimental
The breath of reason with wings take flight
Leaving my dreamlike thoughts fragmental
The days bleed and fuse to the dark of night
The voices lost in anger always judgmental
Lingering in confusion and madness in delight
Jealousy burns the soul but only incremental
Eternal seems the burden internal is the fight
The scope of my part denial is monumental
Truth to me is a dream no longer in my sight
The intent not intended the result accidental
Sadness weighed heavy with a warriors might
My young heart was scared and temperamental
In my leaving in my heart I know I wasn’t right
Years stream by our love glows in the sentimental
Its resonance beckons memories of you held tight
Heartfelt lush dreams of our love transcendental
Longing from afar as my words fade like candlelight

Copyright © Drakavai the Wordsmith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Faces in the dark

sweet life like treacle, 
sticks and runs through my fingers,
a foul yet sickly sweet aroma chokes my lungs,
I can't shake the stuff off try as I might,
I look in frantic panic,
trying to spot anyone who might help me out of this predicament, 
but to no avail,
I am caught in this blissful nightmare,
a thousand neon colours revolving around my head, 
dancing and swirling, 
revolting and entrancing, 
confusing and enchanting, 
I feel nauseous and dizzy,
with a confused smile, 
stretched wide across a face drenched in sweat,

people I am unsure of, 
shake my hand and welcome me,
a long line of friendly greeters, 
and my head can't make sense of it all,
then the colours fade away 
and hands are withdrawn,
the procession of strangers, 
becomes a sea of cold callous creatures,
judging me and laughing at me behind my back,
now the lights are dimmed, 
I only see the shadowy silhouettes of the crowd
and in the darkness, 
faces appear sinister and inhuman,
mouths full of jagged teeth, 
wearing malicious smirks,
a coldness comes over this place,
just me, 
the dark
and these creatures of cold indifference.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

The War is Brewing

The storm is coming; I can hear the thunder in the distance 
The war has begun; there will be no resistance 
Grab your weapons and your hateful state of mind 
Show the enemy who is the most unkind 
The scene is darkened and damp with bitter tears 
Let it all go including all of your fears 

The lightening has struck; the war has broken out 
Hide your wife and kids for they should not go out 
The time is nigh; are you ready to die? 
Spread your wings and prepare to fly 
Right now is no time to cry 
This is only a time to say goodbye 
Let you stand ready, steady on your feet 
Let victory surge through you and your fleet 
Time is slowing down; can you hear the boom of the bombs 
Can you see the red flashes; will you tend to alms 
Fall back with terror filling your eyes 
Who could blame you or your silent cries 

If you wanted Hell then you have come close 
Bodies piling up and stacking by the gross 
Limbs raining down and fire singing your face 
Close call; next time you'll be left without a trace 
Running toward your enemy and screaming in horror 
Searching ways around them kind of like an explorer 

You can't find away; you must go for the kill 
War is Hell; it is quite a nil 
It should not happen; this blood and gore 
Humans fighting each other just to settle a score 
If you hear them coming hide your wife and kids 
I hear they will rip you apart and sell them all for bids 

Copyright © Matthew Corbin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |


I see the stage is set, ready for me to act out my fantasies
I’m not happy, even in my own world; suicidal tendencies
How I would love this world to crumble, smash me to bits!
I am starting to go numb, crazy, and throw fits!

Hate just fills my eyes, red is my vision
I’d love to drive my car; cause a major collision
People who stare at me in horrible ways
Like I’m some kind of sick dog in a cage

I sneak past the guards, I’m a shape shifter
I fly under the radar, I remain unseen
It doesn’t matter anyway
Even in the shower I just feel so unclean!

My hair is falling out; this stress is way too much
I’m losing all my radiance and with it all my magic touch
I was too young to lose it all so quick
I have ruined my life and all I feel is sick!

Between my medicines and my constant weeping
Looks like death is close behind; my soul he is reaping
I see a shadow all the time, it follows me around
The spirit truly evil, it is madness I have found!

There is always a cloud above my head
Raining black ash which suffocates
Everywhere I go, even while I’m in my bed
I can’t breathe right as it asphyxiates 

Choking from this toxic cloud
It’s only a matter of time before I fall 
Never will I see the day I am proud
 Madness surrounds me as I walk down this hall

As a wave of anguish turns into more
Depressed thoughts I once tried to ignore
As the pressure builds I collapse to the floor
Life leaves me rotten, tattered, and sore

As the glowing light fades away
Dimmer and darker becomes my day
As I lay here thinking of what to say
The words can’t come out; I am now dismay

Copyright © Matthew Corbin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Dark Genius

A common man with bad intent,
 can damage and do harm

But a genius with an evil heart,
—makes hell-fire seem lukewarm

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Anger The Proud Cloak Of Despair

every utterance of laughter a betrayal,
aimed at destroying me! 

these traitors,
these scum,
they don't think I know it's me they're laughing at,

they think I'm stupid, awkward, embarrassing, 

they all laugh at me behind my back,
judge me, hate me, plotting to get rid of me,

well I wont give them the satisfaction of letting on that I know.

Why do you hate people, 
is it because you feel people are too common?

its to do with thenotypic differences, 
I don't like the things that they like and I cant fake it, cant act the way they act,
can't do small talk, sports, reality television and dub-step.

We have nothing in common, 
this is the crux of the green beard effect,
the crux of group altruism, tribalism, friendship and empathy,
we are phenotypically dissimilar in tastes, 

so when I see them inside, in the warm, in the light, 
a room filled with love and laughter, I see life going on without me,
I see all the things I lack, all the things I want so desperately, 
makes me that much more depressed, when its rubbed in my face,

and physically I can enter that room, but I can't join in, 
my physical proximity has nothing to do with that love, 
that warmth, that happiness and it is rare if ever, 
that I am asked to join this merry group,
they can sense I am not one of them,
and that rejection burns so badly, 

all I have is poetry and television and distractions, the odd phone conversation with relatives and online conversations with the friends I left in England,

and I rationalise my hatred by telling myself, 
that I hate these people because they're stupid, 
with low brow tastes, 
while I have an IQ in the top 2%, 
these morons can't accept me because they don't have the brains,

but really I know this hatred, this anger, is just a way of dealing with the sadness, because the truth is I don't hate these people, I love them and I want them to love me too,

and I resent being left alone like this, 
and being left out like this, 
and I resent these people ignoring my pain when I'm hurting so bad, 
can't they see I'm hurting.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Edgar Allen Poe and My Poetry

My poetry ignites a giant flame, that begins to flow, and continuously grow.
I enter the morbid mind of that legendary name, and I hear the demonic laugh of Edgar Allen 

My poetry is like a continuous fire, fueled by a huge dose of inspiration.
This legendary poet wraps me in barbed-wire, taking me back to his generation!

A wicked grin, as I push my writing pen across the white blood spotted page.
Hypnotized, I am baptized in the blood of his sin, thus begins the dark rage!

Demonic thoughts take over me, and my personality is metamorphosed to the dark side.
As I read Poe's Poetry, I'm consumed by his energy, and I metamorphose from Dr. Jekyll to 
Mr. Hyde!

My poetry opens unknown doors, and follows that dark path of Edgar Allen Poe.
The couplet's are blowing up like C-4, and swimming in a bloodbath of woe!

The creativity comes from deep within, and I see Poes poetry in my mind's eye.
I'm swallowed into obscurity for my sin, and the poetry in me follows the way of the Samurai!

So as I'm continuously inspired, I'll keep writing till I come to the end of the rainbow.
And although the great poet has expired, I'll keep fighting to promote the works of Edgar 
Allen Poe!

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

The Fragrance of Doubt

Spins the floor that is marked by her feet.
Her mind sober, yet she weeps.

Soldiers of rejection line her vision,
a confrontation not quite ready for.

An extended invitation; 
so badly did she want to shred,
yet her fragile loneliness told her otherwise.

Once a vessel filled with flowers,
her heart now shriveled like fruit in heat.

She missed the passion behind the silent stares,
sometimes dragging on for mile stretches.

The stench of his disposition lingering on,
with no sight of honest closure.

With slender hope, she pushes forward with
her back toward the darkened day.

Copyright © Sara Ajemyan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Doomed to Lust

Inching forward toward the pit of doom 
I see the abyss which is ominous; full of doom 
Following behind me; the spirit of lust 
I try to avoid for I do not trust 
How do I steer away; avoid the eternal fall 
I am now on my hands and knees forcing my body to crawl 

Trapped inside my heart is a will of hate for mankind 
All these sick people are so hopeless and blind 
One by one we fall in a hole 
This abyss has taken billions for a pricey toll 
Sell your soul for a seductive dream 
Then wake up just to hear yourself scream 

Look deep down in the endless pit 
Just to realize the bottom is fire and lit 
The succubus has stolen my life 
This devious demon has sucked me dry from strife 
My bitter loneliness comes from her 
I couldn't help but to let this event occur 

Crawling to the edge I turn around once more 
Just to get one last glimpse of what I used to adore 
Tossed to the ground I can only lay there with no hope 
Eternal damnation and hell fire as I mope 
I have been scarred and withered away 
Down the pit I go for my life to decay 

Copyright © Matthew Corbin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Stuck in the Abysmal State

Ah at last I am at my home; feels a bit empty yet nowhere to roam 
As I pace around wondering what to do; this place is full of lies you have no clue 
I could play a game or turn on the television; but I'm so alone I can barely make a decision 
These are true feelings for I can never lie; I feel so alone I wish I could just die 

Pulses surging through my brain; nothing to do and nothing to gain 
As I sit here typing whatever comes to mind; all the thoughts I gather are rather unkind 
Time is slipping by ever so fast; I just wish I had a relationship that could last 
So unstable as I sit here and rot; I seem to bring it to myself in this web I am caught 

Spinning in circles I can barely see a thing, yet I am focused on a rather dangerous fling 
Should I do it now and end this madness of despair or be sucked into the abysmal suffrage that my mind prepared 
I can't keep on living if life is just a waste of time; only fading memories and cosmic gritty grime 
I am a mess there is no doubt; it's not fair to try figuring what this life is all about 

Sucked in this black hole stuck at the event horizon; all that was ever good tends to fly in 
Leaving behind a trail of hate; I know that for some it is hard to relate 
I am stuck in a vortex which can never let me go; tossing me around and keeping me down below 
Save me from myself for I am a ticking time bomb; my emotions explode for I am not calm

Copyright © Matthew Corbin | Year Posted 2017