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Details | Ode |

An Ode to Loss

In knowing how my heart aches, I know not
Where to hide my sorrow. Etched, onto flesh
So numbed, by the cold break of tomorrow. 
My thoughts it would seem, merely cascading
Sullen faces; the infinite places
We had seen.
Afflicted by a love so fleeting - 
You left it biting at my being
In some callous bout of cruelty, unforeseen.
For sake no more than infidelity...
You did but everything
To forget me.
Yet you see it most in dramatists;
A trial of false feelings eloquent,
As if to belittle their own.
And still the latter more prevalent -
A trait I'd grown to love;
Be it the marrow, the mere dust
That forms my bones.
And yet I evermore despise -
I could hunt the breach, the distance
In those eyes
As they meet mine.
And all notion, upon notion, of retrieval
Will not help me seek the better 
Of your evils,
For you chose to make the bed
In which you lie.

And so my darling, promiscuous love,
My mind breeds only bitterness.
While that bloody, bludgeoned organ
In my chest beats memories

Copyright © Mark English | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

The Caregiver

The Caregiver

“Stop baby girl”, cried my daddy
be careful lest you get yourself hurt
and more often than not foolish words I would utter
and spew forth out of my mouth in one big blurt.

As a child, I saw into the heart of this daddy caregiver
when he had to paddle me with an otherwise gentle hand, 
and I would see the tears that would well up in his eyes
when afterwards I was told to stand.

And momma would warn, choose your friends and close associates wisely
it was the lesson all of us would nightly be taught,
Lest you learn their ways only to find
your feet in the same snare will certainly be caught.

Oh, yes, you try your wings out to see if you can fly
before your chosen time, 
only to learn hard lessons were to be gained
which brought you absolutely no peace of mind.

During our formative years these same parents with some
old and new teachers would bring wise teachings into our sheltered life,
trying to help and spare you from hurts 
they had had that caused them much pain and dreadful strife. 

For we have a Caregiver Whose watchful eyes
will always and ever see,
and such loving arms have then and ever
were always tenderly hold up you and me.

For you see a caregiver now and then has to take a strong stand
not giving in to his charge’s will,
knowing it is for their good and not evil
if they will not run from the correction but obey and stand still.

And, then one day it seems we see
the full picture and reason for it all,
for our God is our Ultimate Caregiver Who gave Himself 
to and for us only once but totally now and for all.

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings December 2011

Copyright © Marilyn S Jennings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Italian Sonnet |

An Ode to an Insidious Sensation

Beneath the translucent veil of placidity, emerged that sound
To all is pure evil forecasting the prelude of a prolonged agony
Of flashy tear drops falling from a man abandoning his captaincy
A voice gushing through blood to veins in a body utterly bound
With the zeal of a new couples tasting a love heartily profound
Never imagining their pampered sparkle would ever reach atrophy
A persisting whisper like the howls of a one thousand wolfhound

Driven by lust, the fervent fervour fatuously never faltered my heart
Desire has simply dyed my insidious sensation with colours agleam
With ease, the prey has fitly fallen into web not using a single dart
Night wiped the eyes of conscience, sanity swept in a sea of steam
For sweet sin never countenances evildoers to venerate the extreme
Bed saved its sheets for passers-by to err, the game began to start!

© Guru Jad 2013

Copyright © Guru Jad | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

One Day

One day, with these small hands I will forge the future. 
One day, with my small feet I will walk for miles and miles just like you taught me.
One day, with this small mouth I will say things, oh so sweet and try not to say the bad.
One day, I will stray from you and from all you have taught me. 
One day, I will realize I make mistakes and will apologize for my ignorance. 
One day, this small child you see will grow and make you proud. 
One day, I will find love and start a life of my own. 
One day, I will have children and teach them all you have taught me. 
One day, I will hold your hand like you held mine through all of the heartache. 
One day, I will carry you as you did me when I was but a child.
One day, but through it all never forget, I am forever your loving child. 

Copyright © Joshua Torres | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

To My Beloved

Above,look! Heaven 

Written by:
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu.
Dedicated to Leonora 
A unique and lovely 
damsel from the heavens.
Love you so much.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Keeper of The Woods

Keeper Of The Woods
By: Kitty Jones
He stands 7 ft. 8 or so we are told,
 When they tell us the stories of long ago.
At night he roams through the woods with care,
Loving on every creature, all that is there.
People say he’s a big strong man,
Big broad chest, yet long thin hands.
They say when the night it clear
And the stars are shining so.
If you listen really close you can hear him talking to Doe’s.
They call this man the Keeper of The Woods.
Mans ways about life he never understood.
They spoke of him as being gentile and loving in all his ways.
Giving back the gift of life that God had given him every day.
His love was shared with everything around
From the birds in the air to the grass on the ground.
I was told a story of someone setting a fire,
The flames would not go out they just kept getting higher.
The fire burned 3 days and nights,
Killing everything, nothing left in sight.
They say at certain times of the year as you look across the land
You can see the figure of a 7ft 8 inch man.
And if you come back 3 days later you’ll be amazed at what you see.
A 7ft 8 inch man crying on his knees.
I don’t think that anybody really understood.
The simple loving blessed life of the Keeper of the Woods.

Copyright © kitty jones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Concrete Heart

Because love is hard on the outside

And on the outside I have put up walls so high no one can get in

But every now and then one person would squeeze through the cracks in the concrete

To the softness I hide inside

Only to leave back through that which they came

And now the gentleness slowly turns hard

Concrete on the inside

As my walls go higher only as the cracks get bigger

Upon this the same process repeats

p.s. like concrete I was once soft but time molded me into something firm 

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

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

Copyright © Greg Jones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Ode To Joey Feek

You never changed, the love you'd bring,
To home or center stage
Your music flowed and the afterglow,
Still brightens up our days

Sweet child of His, you will be missed
But in our hearts... we know
You now sing for your great King
You always loved Him so

Protected by copyright

Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Ode To Thee

I cannot say forget me
For that will never fly
like birds without wings
Take my soul from your eyes

I cannot say forgive me
For I am not sure of my sin
I take your fair heart with a fare start and balance it on the wind.

the breath that is left 
inside my heaving chest
 is meant for the exultation of you.

And all that i am in spirit, on land 
is spent in the loving of you.
For love as it is, as rare and as cleansed 
is not a forlorn sensation.

 I cannot say this is the only way,
 but the direction I've paved is without the pace I know.
And the love that exists refuses to relent, like the falling snow.

Copyright © Tanika Cooks | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Ode Upon Such Passion

All's easily accepted, net and gross,
Yet, nothing's so taken as was first meant;
Standard batteries come so close,
Matters, measures belong to the present,
It all seems very certain and cheerless,
Always forever this very instance,
Remains our own framed immediacy,
All of it, it's all about sheer nearness,
Desperation of negated distance,
The slow gentleness of intimacy.

And yet... and yet... and yet...and yet... and yet,
And yet, there remains something to be said,
Of needs, of stirring belongings here met,
Of how the immaculate's put to bed;
We, the unavoidably become static,
We are inevitable, settled dust,
And, no more important than nothing much;
Yet, degree of purpose is erratic,
I'm alive with some pursuit after lust,
I yearn, only, after another's touch.

Everything occurs in our own due time,
Each miniscule point happens as though now,
So invested in this very same rhyme,
'Pon it's own alter, some beheaded cow;
Down, down, down...down to very seconds, down,
All matters, all measures are here present,
All you gotta do is just tell me when,
Gather my attention in your wrapp'd gown,
Where imagination might soon be meant...
Whisper in my ear, I'll be ready then.


Copyright © Ryan McCabe | Year Posted 2014

Details | Shape |

Ode to My Ex

I hope all of your dreams come true; especially that one where you’re chased by a giant spider.

Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

Ode to an ex

Ive lived my years with my head held high,
Yet the pain that fills me wont let me cry,

Not until the time that i beg to be freed,
I want to be pushing up the flowers all from a seed,

I need this all to end before i do something stupid,
We all know theres no sweet cherub called little cupid,

We met and we flirted and we became one,
Now 2 years of hell theres no going back we are done

You played your games thinking you are so smart,
But i can see your iq is lower than fart,

So you run around and tell me that i might have aids,
Im sitting here thinking should i pull out the spades,

You thinks its so funny but its all just a joke,
But i know your not sound that your heart is now broke

You lie through your teeth to manipulate me,
Im not silly or blind when will you see?

You call me those names in front of your friend,
We all will laugh when you realise they are pretend,

You think this is a game and that you have won,
But our son will grow up and learn what you done,

He is our flesh and blood but he is no pawn,
You cant go out hunting im not just some fawn,

I have moved on and will be happy being me
You will spiral down depressed into the deep dark sea

Copyright © Trevor Merivale | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

Ode to the Boy Who Used to Call Me Bean

there are things that you can't hear after a particularly rough day, but the way I smile when a message pops up "good job bean" after I tell you that my first ever published poem has arrived at my house and is real seems to fix everything. or when we sit real close on the biggest couch in your living room watching Freaks and Geeks and you pet my legs, get too close to my feet, I squirm away, and you smile with a soft quick of your lips at the tv; a smile I know is just for me. those fragile moments in the front seat of your car with intertwined fingers and loud music - Tear In My Heart that I can't listen to any more because there is a very tangible one in my own - and soft looks exchanged when our friends are with us are palpable memories that swim through my head and my soul leaving rifts the size of your body that feel like home but echo a brokenness I've never known. I always knew that what we had was precious and frail and that there is a very fine line between loving and loving wrongly that looks too much like the blankets piled on top of us during cringey horror movies that you should not have spent money on. things went the wrong way - should have ended up differently, but I know you're much more comfortable behind a screen at 11pm than face to face at 11am and I've never understood that but I thought that you understood me and my absolute need for communication because I cannot war with you, but I most certainly can battle against this faceless entity that spits out your words into small green chat bubbles that appear on my screen. we all make choices, at least that's what my mom tells me, and I’m tired of making this one, of letting you go.

Copyright © Ema Kenyon | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

An Ode To Your Beauty-01

Ever since we met...

Eye to eye, 
Hand to hand, 
Lips to lips, 
Heart to heart
There was nothing more beautiful 
Anything, Anywhere...
But beauty, beauty and beauty 
Beauty Everywhere...

Wherever I raised my eye, 
Be it deep down or the hills high, 
Be it The Earth or the Sky, 
Be it the valley clad in green, 
Be it the stream fed with rain, 

Everything turned 
Pink with my desire, 
Violet with my lust, 
Blue with my thirst, 
Green with my loneliness..

The path you walked along
was no more a mere street..
It had become the holiest
Of the shrines for me.

Copyright © Subhas Chandra Chakra | Year Posted 2017