Ode Holiday Poems | Ode Poems About Holiday

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Details | Haiku |

My ode to the Netherlands

a moonlit stroll - -
ladies in underwear
wave from windows

tea in a  café  - -
the smell of coffee and

tourists yawn - -
customs men search a coach 
from Amsterdam

written 21st April for Elly’s contest

wish I'd been permitted to write about the beautiful tulips, windmills and cheese, LOL

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Children Of The Night

Goblins and ghouls, we are.
Behind the paint,
Beneath the scars.
We tread the night, 
Nocturne calls.
So fright the stars, we must.
For an ode to monsters,
A worthy trust.

Copyright © Thong Tran | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |

Ode to the Orange Gourd

It’s that time of year again...
When family and friends gather together..
To share and give thanks for all that they treasure..
The young and the old, the tall and the small..
The Vegans and the Carnivores, come one come all...
There are dishes of tradition, like Turkey and stuffing..
Mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberry muffins..
Green Bean casserole, and corn soufflé...
Are just some of the dishes of the day....
And of course a relish tray to take off the edge...
With that awesome Spinach dip in Pumpernickel bread...
So many desserts at this time of year...
But the favorite of all , synonymous of the Fall..
Is that Jack’O ‘Lantern, orange Gourd.....
 known as Pumpkin Pie...
As the children play a game of touch football...
Something that is 24-7 on this day in  Fall..
As Grandpa sits in the afternoon sun...
Remembering back ..when he was young...
Then the words of “ Let’s eat “ fills the air...
And everyone sits down in their chair..
Who wants the first slice ? Dark meat or White ?
Grandpa asks...then proceeds to take the first bite..
Everyone fills their plate, till it can’t hold no more...
Yet some go back, for more and more....
Finally everyone is full...can’t eat another bite..
Till the smell of fresh coffee brings on a plight...
Aahh  dessert ..and the best part of all....
“ PUMPKIN PIE “ !!!! ....It appears was a "Majority Call"...
This is “ my “ favorite time of the year....
When you mention "MY" name, everyone gives a cheer !!!
So without  further adieu  ...Grandpa picks up the knife...
As I am the “ MAJORITY CALL “ and receive the first slice....

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |


I am like a snowflake.
There's no one just like me.
I came into your life as sparkling as can be.

I shimmer and I shine, 
reflecting all your care.
A smile upon my face,
I am a child so rare.

There's no one just like me.
I am full of all things new.
There will never be another 
who loves you like I do.

My gift to you this season,
unique upon the earth,
my smile...and love so special.
A treasure of great worth.

Copyright © Deborah Sutherland | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

ode to marshmellow peeps

Marsh mellow peeps
a wonderful treat.
Yellow pink or  blue 
 all of them stick like glue 
on easter , christmas or even halloween  
I like peeps and  pass on  jelly beans .
Some have said they can cure the common cold  
others say it reminds them of yellow slime mold  
what can I say ?
it doesnt matter to me either way 
but personally  my favorite type is
the ones you put in the microwave oven  
and watch as they  bubble, pop and  fizz   

Copyright © rebecca travis | Year Posted 2008

Details | Quatrain |

Ode to Birthdays

Happy birthday to me
Makes life so sappy
Growing old by another year
Let us all celebrate and cheer!

(Birthday is Jan 28th and turning 31!)

Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |



To what shall I compare thee
Oh, awesome sprawling masterpiece of nature?
Is it the Sinai of Mosaic Israel
Or the pyramid of Egypt?

Welcome to the end of the world, or is it the beginning?
Where mountains wear crown of splendor
Adorned with shimmering brightness of early morn sun
When heaven’s tip kisses mountain top
With lips of nature in her most pristine, undiluted self
With runaway innocence beyond the earth reproach and corruption
Graceful, bold and gigantically imposing
Its royal robe perfectly cut of
Meadows and greenery tended by the dew of the dawn

Come view the mountains in the cape
Come, and go, cleansed and cured of all impurities
Trapped in its sharp, cold and warm embrace
Come, see the Sinai 
In the west of the black south

Oh! Is it burning smoke or icy cold steam
That engages the cloudy sky at the mountain top? 
Or is it the blazing sun, icy steam and thickly fog in trinitary unison?
A trio in a race of space
Wow! Its dawn at sunrise
The mount stirs and time stand still
 sun submerged, the steamy, smoky fogs lifted
Revealing a golden morn like the first day of creation
Come see another wonder of the world in South Africa
In the fortress expanse of Cape Town
Cape Town, here I am! 
Enthralled, entranced, I am endeared!!!

Copyright © ifedayo oshin | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ode |

Halloween Hints

The 31st day of the 10th month
How many of you have a hunch?
It is quite an odd day for young and old
However truth may be told

The children play throughout the day
Then by night give quite a fright
In these costumes dark and light
Only seen by serene moonlight…

Copyright © Ciara Aiyana Ashley-Garn | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ode |

Third World Jolly-days

Bells are ringing, bells are ringing
Singing children from every pave I walked in

Merry chilling wind embracing every eyes of people walking in
To the melody of sweet merry singing Christmas children

Tis season of joy and laugh
Tis season of gifts and sharing love

One may say ‘tis beautiful day
One may dream of reality that nothing is more precious than a gift of not material things

A shared love would be great
For people who has nothing instead of breathing

Holidays are busiest among the rest
And people tend to forget the meaning of this mentioned Holi-celbration thing

Christmas are bells of ringing from children singing
Singing songs of joy even though they have nothing

Showing smiles from ear to ear
With bright eyes saying its time of merry giving and undoubtedly joyous celebrating

Giving off sharing off
Not material but from every heart of people hearing those children singing.

Copyright © hemarcs Osoteo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Ode for the Holiday Season

Christmas and Chanukah  fall on the same day 
this year 
This must be a sign of something 
I don't know what 
The years roll by like a mighty stream 
Dissolving everything in their path 
The bards of old spoke of a future we can believe in 
Perhaps that is on the horizon 
Though it doesn't seem that way at the moment 
Our land is in turmoil 
What is going to happen? 
All poetry is not political 
And you can be damn sure 
All politics is not poetic

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2016

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Ode to the Bird

King of countless holiday tables
The turkey so golden brown.
His reign in short but succulent,
Proudly wearing his cranberry crown.

Not given human knowledge
He has no conscious fear.
Of life cut short by celebrations
On these days we hold so dear.

Now sit down with full appreciation
For a simple bird that gave his all,
And hope that he had time to procreate
So next year..more turkeys in the fall.

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ode |

Christmas House

Mommy! Mommy! See the Christmas tree
Shining brightly for the neighborhood to see?
And the logs on the fire are so sparkly.
They make me feel warm and fuzzy.
Did you know tonight is Christmas Eve?

Mommy! Mommy! Watch how the lights
Blink and glitter. They shine so bright.
Used to be I was ‘fraid of the night
But it’s too pretty to feel any fright.
Mommy, what will you open at midnight?

Mommy! Mommy! Listen. They’re singing
And there’s snowmen. And angels. And bells ringing!
I wonder if anyone will come bringing
Any music for us? Any ding-dong-dinging,
And make us happy…our skin tingling?

Mommy! Mommy! What did you say?
Oh, me? What do I want this holiday?
That’s easy. I wan’na laugh, sing and play
With you -n- Sissy. Now, can we pray
That God will send us Daddy on Christmas Day?

Copyright © Sherree Huckleberry | Year Posted 2007

Details | Couplet |

Ode to Valentine's Day

Happy, happy Valentine's Day
Cupid's arrow strike where it may!

Fall in love with each other
Any lady except for mother!

Get a card and dance, dance, dance
Through celebration life can enhance!

Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

My Father's Oldsmobile, Ode To America

There once was a popular car commercial that stated, "This is not your father's oldsmobile".  The manufacurer was proud to have built a better car. I don't know if it was better, but after 107 years, it was discontinued in 2004.

The ad often spoke to me about the future of our father's America, 
a future I'm praying will be better than that of the oldsmobile.
I find the similarities rather stricking.

I ask: What have you done with my father's oldsmobile?                                      
It's like I was awakened from a dream and found you to be too extreme.  What's not to like about the Cutlass Supreme? Have you laid all the Oldsmobiles to rest? It out-performed lots of others in many a test. Did you forget that it competed with the best? Were you forced to put it out to pasture?  to mystify it until you finally put it out of its misery? to demoralized it until you completely demolished it?  to commercialized it? to culturize and globalize it?                                                                   

It was my father's Oldsmobile, and I even bought a Cutlass for my son.                         It was like a highlighted city on 4 wheels situated on the top of a hill.             It brought lots of thrills, but you kept giving it the wrong pills. You                 tried to make it better, but it became like a bird without a feather.
My father's Oldsmobile reminds me of a country I once knew.  I say 'once knew' because it appears to be changing as rapidly as the morning dew.  It seems to have forgotten its own unique design, splendid quality, and its great reliability.  Me thinks it became intimidated by jealousy and envy.  Me thinks it's quickly becoming like all the rest.

O America, please do not forget who you were purposed to be.  O America, you still mean so much to the world and to me.  God still sheds His Grace on thee.  Don't ever relinguish your sweet liberty.      

Nay and forever nay;  the dismantling of our father's Oldsmobile shall not be a prophetic symbol of America's demise.  America's ability to complete its God-given purpose can be expressed in the words of the signers of The Declaration of Independence.

The last sentence in that document:  "And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we muturally pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.
7317;91617Contest, Ground Edges, J. Lawless

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017