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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 |

Residue of You

Sitting in front of the fireplace,
thinking melancholy thoughts ...
brooding, dark contemplate
Lonely heat I feel from the flame,
I hear the fire whispering your name
Memories shimmering in the blazing light;
days of pure happiness, nights of sheer delight
I see your smiling face so clear in the flame
Sparkling is your eyes,
dazzling is your silence
As cold darkness covers the room,
wilted joy never to again bloom
I see our love dying in the flame
Dazzling is your lips,
sparkling is your silence
No words said as you’re leaving ...
Diamond grief hardens me,
and the love we knew turns into ashes
Residue of you remains in my heart
Diamonds don’t melt in the fire,
sapphires don’t burn in the flame
In my heart is branded your name
Ice don’t melt in the fire,
diamonds don’t burn in the flame
My life is now empty carbon ashes
Desires don’t melt in the fire,
sapphires don’t burn in the flame
Residue of you is tears of sad ashes
Ice don’t melt in the fire,
diamonds don’t burn in the flame
Residue of you is ashes in an urn
Diamonds glow in the fire,
sapphires sparkle in the flame
Residue of you is a burnt paper with my name,
Diamonds don’t melt in the fire,
sapphires don’t burn in the flame
Still in my broken heart is mended your name
Diamonds glow in the fire,
sapphires sparkle in the flame
Residue of you is loving ashes fire forgiven

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

I am Crying A Tribute to PD

I am crying yes crying
why I hear you asking
It is because I am moved
by a poem on here

So sadden by her words
how could it come to this?
a guiding light, a friend 
an inspirer of fine words

Linda you were first to greet me
it was you who smoothed my way
gave me help and advice unselfishly
introduced me to contests and more

Poets should not fight like this
In  The  End       NONE!!    All  LOSE 
no sparkle left just matt dim and dull

Linda your words touch my soul
more far more they inspire
Never hang up your pen
Return soon we need your love and input

Always your friend and fan Shadow

written in 2013

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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 |

Ode to Music

A steady heartbeat thumping in my ears,
Lost in my thoughts, the world around me a blur.
No longer do I feel the pain of living, no more tears.
But, when the music's gone, horrid things start to occur.
With no beat, no voice, no bass, my world collapses.
Cold and trembling, I find it hard to breathe.
Desperate to hear melodies again, wanting to be safe.
Gone is my confidence, struggling to live, happiness lapses.
Gone is my shield to protect me from the comments of seethe;
Their words cold and cutting have me under strafe.

Copyright © Heaven Lorenz | 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 |


Whenever tears roll down
somebody's face,
and whether it brings joy, reward or pain:
it matters to someone
whose life, somehow, has broken him down,
or has lifted him up through grace;
it matters when one rejoices,
and sees in victory
what his bewildered eyes
couldn't ever have imagined it to be...

He chose  the path to glory
without harboring suspicions,
or being frightened by unseen woes
and hard-and fast rules;  
he made swift choices    
and built up his courage from nothing;
and what his fearless mind couldn't perceive,
wasn't so impossible to dream,
but surely achieved
through grit and indisputable duty...

Whatever that solemn oath
relied on a certain promise, he never lost heart,
because his valor never seemed to lessen a bit;
and he was taken above and beyond his fears
by not foreseeing any disheartening defeat:
confidence had given his untiring feet a steady beat...

It matters to someone to be recognized,
and cherish that moment of gladness:
perhaps the only moment to be remembered
and be locked away in his past;
a brave soldier at his best,
never settling for anything less,
always going above and beyond his expectations,
to honor and safeguard the Country that he loves...


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

Cilla Black

Do not fear now the time has come
remember with pride her success.
She will never truly die while on
lives her music and her songs.

We will always remember her 
with love and delight as always
she touched a nations heart
bringing us her special magic.

Cilla I grew up to your music
watched you in surprise, surprise.
You represented the best of our
small island and spread joy in all.

Dear lady, rest now in peace
the wrench to our hearts
will keep you alive for many years.
Bless you for all you gave us.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Summer Love

A summer love, so riant and so warm 
Underneath the rays of gold 
Though covered with sudor, I want to be around your arms 
Forever is nothing but what I hold 
And yes, it was but summer 
Goodbyes are kept until we're home again 
We spent the season out of the boundary 
But it wasn't like what I remembered 
And so I yearned for home, refrain  
The way back home is my quandary

Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016

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 |

The sound of democracy falling

What was that sound? 
Who was that man in the funeral shroud? 
Who walked behind the man at the head of the crowd?

Amandla! The man’s fist was raised
Whilst the world showered him with praise

But he has passed now and he is gone
And the silence of his grave
Speaks to no-one. 

His shadow no longer lines the ground
And no trace of his legacy can be found…

A long road to freedom, a long road indeed
At the end of the road, only malice and greed.

Does no-one see, and no-one understand
That the freedom that was sought
By the blood of the distraught
Has come to this, to naught!
As only anarchy was bought…

What was that sound?
Liberation bells? 
As the father shouts and the infant yells? 

What was that sound? 
Was it a widow, crying for loss?
As her husband’s blood
Was traded for dross? 
What was that sound? 

Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Sad Boy

Such a sad boy
With sparkling eyes of blue
Mournfully full of pain
For the love he once knew
Torn apart by life and love
Left to forge another way
Not knowing how to simply breathe alone
Much less go on another day

I remember a time of difference
In this sad boy with eyes of blue
The world was all his at his feet
Back then, love wasn’t something really true
Those eyes held a sparkle
A happiness and surety walking tall
With all the girls falling over him
It was always funny to watch him turn in retreat

Now life has had its evil way
Of turning his heart sour
Telling him he’ll forever be alone

You are a rare beauty
Inside and out
You are my friend
Have always been, 
I have this to smile about

But when will my sad boy find his smile
Will it be soon or maybe awhile?
All I know is I am your friend
And will be here from now 
Until the end.

Copyright © Darla McGinnis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Purity In A Sad World


At the innocent age of sixteen I was sinless,
Pure as driven white snow and totally trusting;
And I fell in love, oh, it was more than fondness,
This was true love, my soul and heart was yearning;
I was smitten, besotted, how I longed for his soft caress,
We would walk hand in hand with such wide-eyed innocence;
So clean and fresh, unworldly, inexperienced and so full of purity,
Our world was small but our endless, devoted love was so immense,
Naïve, gullible and demure, how I blushed pink when he said I was pretty.


I waited for him breathless at my home,
On his motorcycle we would fly unguarded;
We liked to find little country towns to roam,
O, I adored him and I was fascinated, infatuated;
We drove the motorcycle on beaches through foam,
I dreamt at night that this true love would be my groom;
The days, weeks and years have passed since this pure love,
He was not my groom, he did not age one day, he dwells above,
I still hold this childhood love so dear and often go to visit his tomb.

May 6, 2015


For the contest, When Love Was Innocent, sponsor, Justin Bordner

Honorable Mention

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |


How sad it is, unbelievable but true
Yes, heroes too do die
Its true death is a reality
Since birth marks the beginning of a man
So death comes to end the existence of man

Unbelievable but true
Death is a reality though hard to accept
We say why him? We are correct to ask many questions
The simple answer is yes, heroes too do die
Yes, I know you will say not in this manner
But I tell you; heroes always go beyond our expectations
Like every other hero he was extra-ordinary in all aspects
Thus, the news of a fallen hero
How thunderous it sounds
Oh! What a great lost to our nation and future generations
We now live in total regrets and desolation
For one we once loved so much is no more
To this end, we say to God be the Glory.
Daddy, may your peaceful and gentle soul Rest in Perfect Peace. 

Copyright © Tangwa Livinus Acha | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

W-Ode to 50 wives bred to worship the Polygamous Prophet


The polygamist had a big house                                        
Where he chose to warehouse hundreds of girls
And women including 29 stepmothers, his father’s spouses
56 of the girls were each other’s sisters.
And 24 were under the age of seventeen.           
Some of the young wives even assisted passions
The pedophile with his sexual assaults 
Telling the girls that if they refused to please his preen
In what he dubbed the “heavenly sessions”
They would be “rejected by God’s favorite cult.


Wives were both the victims of his abuse
And the accomplices subjected to a cruel
World of worship and sexual abuse
And were so indoctrinated and used cool.
Who cruelly bred them for manipulation.
Calling himself the ‘humble servant’ of God
Asking the girls to please God to atone community’s sins
Oh, the wives of the notorious polygamist’s predation
Into the twisted world of subjugation fold
With which he surrounded himself amidst the teens.


Had a wisdom tooth for his sexual gratification
Raping the young girls in his big house to make housewives
The State of Texas has a big house for lamentation
Where he will spend the rest of his life’s cloves 
Well, he will have plenty of time to repent.
And think deeply on the meaning of life
Out of the 50 wives none of the parents got relief
Where are the parents of these young girls tormented?
Does that mean all were brainwashed for strife?
So scary that pedophilia can be masked as religious belief.

Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win in :
Contest: A Toothful Ode by nancy jones

** This is the English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode. 
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure 
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.

Rhyme Scheme : ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

Crying In The Rain

˜?˜ Crying in the Rain ˜?˜

Beautiful eyes crying in the rain
Liquid lines revealing her pain
With a fake smile, she says it’s okay
But her aching heart won’t go away

Tears of sorrow continually stream
As she chokes back a silent scream
Without uttering a single word
She wishes to be heard

A princess is crying in the rain
Endless tears leave their strain
With her heart weary and weak
She struggles just to speak

Seemingly, others cannot see
Only one and that is me
Wanting to softly dry her eyes
Proving that love of life still implies

© Tim Hoffman 
® Poetry and quotes from my Heart
All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Tim Hoffman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |


The cake I regret is the one I ate on our wedding day.


Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

All I Want is to be With You

All I want is to be with you.
Time beats on, but I miss you no less.
Sadness hits me hard, I want nothing but you.
Life here is so dark, you are my only light.
Forced apart, tearing me apart.
All I want is to be with you.
No smile shows while you're gone.
Only sad eyes and cold stares.
All I want is to be with you.
This life I'm living, so bleak.
In my mind, all I see is you face.
I hear only your voice, feel only your touch.
And I search for your scent.
All I want is to be with you.
Time beats on, but I miss you no less.

Copyright © Colleen Collazo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Ode To The Royal Highness

In as much as one could attest 
and benumb 
So do I mysophob and blub 
For there were time when the 
sky was calm
And everything it revolved 
And there stand a man with 
great sense of rulership
Whom people often lithe 
cheerfully amidship
Just to pay their utmost respect 
Haply a regent with much fays of 
tales to paint
Emeaba  (do and talk) by name, 
A charismatic
Man who spend all his life 
catering for homeless and 
Peace  loving man Igwe your 
fiscal prudence is nonpareil in 
It was Thomas gray who, making 
a philosophical appraisal 
Of the dreariness around him in 
a country churchyard isle
Wonder whether any amount of 
storying an Urn
Could call back fleeing breath to 
its mansion nure 
The answer is of course no
Within me I know I lost the 
opportunity loan 
Still believe a day will land for real
While your dream lives on, cause 
your leadership
Was never by chance and shall 
remain staunch
To these townspeople is now 
strange when peer  only 
Few could see what I saw. 

Copyright © kelechi Emeaba | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

Ode to Earth

Ode to the earth which we enjoy
Bringing us happiness and sorrow ness
Bringing each other closer and closer to the most closest
Bringing us together for joy

We think we care so much for the earth
Yet we pollute it with carelessness
Cruel humans, cruel polluters
Reduce, reuse, recover, RECYCLE

REDUCE the amount of garbage and make composts
REUSE grocery bags to replace garbage bags
RECOVER energy from wastes that cannot be used for something else
RECYCLE plastics and paper

Together we can make a difference
Together we will help the earth
Together we will fight against polluting
Together we will be Earthkeepers

Copyright © Alexander Millar | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ballad |

Ode to a Cougar

Beautiful woman by my side 
Soul and body coincide 
I love you way too much sometimes 
Or perhaps it's not enough 

Back when you were my blushing bride 
We both were sorely terrified 
The kids, the house and minivan
The years flew by in a flash 

Then came the day when you walked out 
For another your love poured out 
Shelter elsewhere you would seek 
In the arms of a younger man

I rise up early in my bed
Music playing in my head 
What was the tune you used to sing?
So sweetly to my ears

"I would never love another 
'Cuz you're the Dad and I'm the Mother"
But your heart was turned astray
By the face of a younger man 

Copyright © Brian Moore | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Tears of Family

We always leave some things
But not hopes and dreams
We always hold on tight
On to the shining light
Tell the future "here I come"
Until we all had a bump
Families wait all night
To see us shine so bright
Years went on and on
We cry in showers of tears of a song
"Family, we will come back"
"Until the years goes full in my sack"

Copyright © Tiffany Pham | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Bingo Ode to a Nursing Home

I thought I'd seen it all before
What else could life now have in store
She called the game at half past three
The patients stared
Some stared at me
Cards were laid out nice and neat
All waited for the late day treat
The caller let the numbers flow
Her pace, of course, was very slow
Finally a hand went up
A quarter in the winner's cup

Copyright © Gary Kraidman | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

An Ode to Lost Love


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.


I should have known better.

I kept pushing you away.

Your patience was tested,

till we each went,
on our own separate way.


Now the years have vanished.

I am grey and older.

I may not miss you all that much,

yet each day seems colder.


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.


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 My Alma Mater

I had hoped there would be a 50th class reunion for my class of 67.
Instead, I got word the other day that Aggie High is closing its doors.

For four years, I was taught by some of the finest teachers in America.
For four long years, I filled your library, classrooms, and walked your hallways.                                                     
I was challenged and succeeded in math and was greatly inspired by my Biology Classes. I was arrested and captured,  moved and mesmerized, by my charismatic History teacher.  I even listed on your honor roll and sang in your very respected and talented choir.

I moved away 50 years ago and unfortunately, I have visited you only two or three times since.  Just a few months ago, I was privileged to dialogue via telephone with my Art teacher's wife.  Perhaps he knew of your coming closure, but he wasn't home to inform me.

O Aggie, I am sadden by the news, but I have come to understand such matters. O Aggie, it's interesting that you have joined a long list of changes and closures in my life.  It's also interesting that things I once thought would be history, instead are now current events.  Furthermore, it's interesting that, like many of my past acquaintances, I always get little warning.

O Aggie, all things have beginnings and endings, but know this: you have been a launching pad and a gallant educator, rocketing many of us to the stars.  What you have instilled in us is forever credited to your account. You have fought a good fight, and your course is near the finish.           

My eyes are getting watery Now.  So I must cease and desist, lest my proud and tender memories of you get the best of me. 
04082017 PS Contest, Paschal Premier, Brian Strand

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Second Strike

Reminiscing the threshold in infinity,
I seek the dimension of our curiosity,
Invisible threads then form,
In the making of an invincible bridge in that storm...
Haziness, vivid and incomplete bliss,
Where threesome snake of love nastily hisses,
On the golden neck, I plant those kisses,
Where the heartbeats from the niche hitches...

Nights of dipped melancholy,
Pens won't turn impeccably,
Hallucinations of holding fingers steadily,
Waking up from this dream and facing the reality...


Timid and broken wings,
The feeble pegion smiles and sings,
The pain in ankle continues to sting,
From beak, falls an abandoned ring,
Which the pegion shoves,
When my soul floats in the dead pegion,
Beak breaks to smile and and looks at the flying dove!

Copyright © Awsaaf Ali | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |


If you dwell on sorrow and pain
And forget about life for a while
It's like having your head in your ass
No one can see when you smile

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

The Dime

There was once upon a time, 
Unexpectedly, a very small dime. 
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing. 
He just stared longingly at the sky, 
Counting the clouds that drifted by. 

Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light. 
Dark and rusty, 
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care, 
Though they could use him and buy a bear. 

They did not want to touch, 
This old thing of such. 
They did not want to feel. 
That sick disgusting bill. 
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.

Copyright © Joel Yeap | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

Dear Sweet Queen of Vanity

I write this letter to bid you a final farewell.
and I truly hope it finds you well and fair.
You see I’ve based my life upon your 
and every vain symbol and element you 

But now the time has come to cut you 
and sever this bond you and I have 
I wish to live my life not based upon looks;
nor this persona of beauty you have 

I know it won’t take very long to replace 
me –
For others like me you will certainly 
Who will rally in pride and assemble in 
all in the name of Sweet Vanity their 

They will bow their heads, proclaim their 
in you, my Sweet Queen and irrefutably 
Bidding well to their pride, masked in 
conceit – 
Your pill of selfishness they’ll surely 

But as for you and I, we will no longer exist 
in an egotistic relationship, shallow and 
I must move on and proclaim my lost 
of the missing girl now superficial and 

You see I’ve lived the hell and know too 
the curse you have upon the weak and 
My beauty lies within, and not what is 
seen – 	
Goodbye my Sweet Queen of Vanities 

Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Ode to Mastic

I walk down Mastic Road
And look into the open yards
Where grass grows
Taller than houses.
Flowers hang down
From branches of decrepit trees,
Singing off key praises
To the grimy streets
Where children pass
In sync
With heroin junkies.

Time can be devastating,
And ugly things have a way
Of getting uglier.

Boarded windows
Outnumber houses.
Down at the end
Of Cranberry Drive,
The low tide stinks
Of high manure
And the beady eyes
Of violent crack heads
Scare away the sane.

The annual town fair
Has given up on St. Jude's church.
There are no Indians
At the Indian Reservation.
Teenagers walk through old trails
And graveyards
With 40oz. beers.
They stumble and laugh
As if William Floyd's estate
Were nothing but weary shadows
Waiting to be violated.

What has happened to this town?
How long will it stand
And guilty association?

Where there are weaknesses,
There are vulnerabilities,
Open to suggestion,
Open to attack,
And we are failing.

Copyright © Mike Frampton | Year Posted 2010