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Details | Romanticism |

Ode to Mi Corazon

As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.

Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.

She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.

She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.

Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.

She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!

We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013



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 | Ode |

Daydream Love

You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start, 
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.

For I’m just an old guy 
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.

My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.

Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.

And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.

But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.

Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is  true.

But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

''Loveliness that's deep and that's rare''

Loveliness that's deep and that's rare
     is like a Rose that blooms afresh
(like the rosebud that's new and fair);
     lovely in aspect and in flesh,
she lives in sunlight without care
     letting all the sky breathe and mesh.

Her loveliness is hard to find
     unspoiled and as innocent;
and with her grace and with her mind
     she quells my musing discontent.
As she sighs (softly and from behind),
     my nose takes in her lovely scent.

Her beauty transcends her locus,
     imbuing the eyes of my soul 
with romantic, ideal focus
     that makes the heart and spirit whole:
without her the world seems callous
     and grace would not be in control.


















Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Magic

 Magic 



Under your spell
I feel my heart swell
Like an infection
You’ve changed my whole direction
That channels my love into a section
Of unending
Unbridled bliss
Give me something
I never want to miss
Our sacred silence
Shall be our guidance
To preserve love in abidance



© Tim Hoffman
® Poetry and quotes from my Heart
All Rights Reserved
www.poetryandquotesfrommyheart.blogspot.com

Copyright © Tim Hoffman | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

An Ode to Lost Love


1.

I should have listened.

Alas, I was lost in the crowd.

You may not have said that you loved me,

there was never a reason for it to be said aloud.

2.

I should have known better.

I kept pushing you away.

Your patience was tested,

till we each went,
on our own separate way.

3.

Now the years have vanished.

I am grey and older.

I may not miss you all that much,

yet each day seems colder.

4.

Time has not eased anything.

Yet I have no reasons for regret.

Days come and go as always,

but somehow I am unable to forget.

5.

So forgive me if you can.

Not an easy task given my past.

Though I may be unable to absolve myself,

the void I feel is permanent,

my loss shall forever last.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Ode to a dream lover

A thought about you would make me slip into those day dreams.
In one which we would be comfortably eating our ice-creams,
While sitting on the beach enjoying the warm simmering sun
That was gradually awakening and tickling our sense of fun.

In the evening we would be sitting and having dinner under the candle lit,
The smell of our favorite dishes wafting in the air and the music forming the lilt.
The next day you would be sending me fresh red roses with a love letter,
Telling me how you miss me already and wishing I would be better.	

In another we would be having a picnic, sitting by the verdant countryside.
Our love, tears and laughter would be undulating, natural and hard to hide.
Every smell, sight, savor and sound in the atmosphere would be idealistic
Naturally our thoughts would merge together to be romantic.

Not even the ricochets of the free flowing river,
Would ever awaken my senses from my reverie.

Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Ode To Thee

I cannot say forget me
For that will never fly
Impossibilities
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 | Ode |

A Literal Tryst

My vice is to choose a book at random From off the library shelf A book timeworn, a bit forlorn That sits alone, all by itself I like that slight crackle That comes from it’s spine That warm musty odor reminiscent Of newly uncorked wine I t can be just a brief conversation Or perhaps a grand revelation That momentary…temporary? Meeting of minds Yet at times these random authors Take hold of my mind Makes me an unwilling and unwitting Hostage…with a great opening line So I enter into a random liason that will end in but a week or so With a literal random stranger Who ends up in my hand in my bed And shares my nightlamp’s glow But this chance encounter as always, Must come to an end T’was no more than a passing delight Twas just a book, chosen at random …A stranger in the night…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Our Valentine's Day

They say we tend to like things more that we can easily relate to,

and this is my first time celebrating Valentines Day with a girl and we're both introverted so one could say there will be no need for a take two,

and no amount of money spent could ever be worth more than the time I've spent with you, 

you're my other half always looking to the left so I know when I get that feeling that this time it's right, falling right into your arms feels like home even when I'm gone, 

and everything that's real seems to be fake or never last long, 

like a rose picked from the garden, 

you're my favorite and I'm glad I chose u, 

but this rose is made up of something different that mixed together is now more than perfect and I know from the look I get every time I hold u,

baby will u Be my paper rose?

because the real ones always die, 

and now a days when it's fake people try harder and then ask themselves every night why, 

or baby be my fake rose because they last longer than an actual rose. .....

pedals slowing falling dying representing every tear I ever cried,

so baby be my rose the kind that never dies, 

because in the end all I want is just a little more time before the final goodbye.

P.S. I love you more

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

For Maeve - Moth

For Maeve...   ‘Moth’ !

I am but a moth,
Beguiled by the light:
Your radiance a beacon
for attention: Now, I might
be speaking out of turn;
These words may sound undue.
But I thank you for the Brilliance
that shines from inside You!

So, I am but a moth
(No butterfly panache)
who just wants to fly so close
for his wings and yours to clash.
Though I’d never fly away
for your light is what I seek,
and the thought of seeing you
gives true purpose for my week.

If I was but a moth –
I’d flit from place to place,
charmed often by the light
shining from a pretty face..
But I’d rather be a Bee
with a sense of purpose true,
whose favourite flower each day
is the heart I come home to..

Martin x

Copyright © Martin McAreavey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

An ode to another

An ode to another
Sensing the rhythm you ebb and flow like a snake through my heart
Palpitations flutter soft and dense breaking the blackness apart
Electrified you shock and jolt pumping my blood to start
Thump to thump forcing the flow to a work of art
Decay and hunger fearing the light depart
Hunger and sustenance you impart
Vein to blood a counterpart
Echo to song in restart
Forever now in part
My heart to heart
It is from your heart
Hoping to become a part
Delicate dance my counterpart
Musical muse inspiration you do impart
Dreaming that the rhythms would never depart
Our elegant orchestra designs the song to a work of art
Visions enlightens the moment as the finale has begun to start
Swaying and swoon the tenderness now break the melancholy apart
Sensing the rhythm you and ebb and flow like a snake through my heart
Drakavai2013

Copyright © Drakavai the Wordsmith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Ode to Lucy

Much like a lucid ambient layer—
I find myself floating down to the surface
Into the stratosphere without a care—
Projections about which I cannot repurpose:
Into my own inevitabilities;
Into the oxygen which I cannot breathe.
I sing the shifting dirges of stars
And the pragmatic proselytism
Of the rapists, of reapers and preachers.
But all of them so far have bled the same
And so many more will scream out my name
And none shall suffice as succinctly as
The one who hath passed her judgment 
So fast.  Posthaste I declare her dead.

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Ode to Molly

She comes to me in such vibrant colors
By her radiant display I am undone.
Burning alive, flying so near the sun.
So cold her embrace my skeleton shudders.
Hoping she takes me to ethereal heights
Frightened though I am, I cannot resist
I feel each finger of her tight’ning grip
Breathless and pale for her soothing delights
Nights turn to days, and each one is a daze,
A cloud I have become unable to escape.
Walking, stumbling on through the haze
Only to fall into her pestilent embrace.
These colors of her wash over me, endless,
An ocean of light and sound so relentless. 

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

An Open Letter to a New Love

         The key, may it be
        One that lets us see
       The soul and it’s light
          For it is only right

       To plot the course of life
           That we have set
     To remain in-between love
             And happiness

       For at times life is mete
    By minutes that last a lifetime
    So let us begin to the path; to
       Set forth with open minds.
      Guided by our body and soul

       Let, no one tell us different; 
             For…the past lover
         No longer play that role.

Copyright © Dane Burgess | Year Posted 2017