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Details | Pantoum |

A Songbird's ode to Autumns gone

 As winter's gloom  descends upon  the trees
Autumn slumbers  'neath the fallen leaves
Spring's distant dream is yet to be perceived
As trees  weep in the cold silence of  their grief

Autumn slumbers  'neath the fallen leaves
As a lone bird sings a melancholy song
The trees weep in the cold silence of  their grief
To a songbird's ode to autumns gone

As a lone bird sings a melancholy song
A sad song within my heart is born
As  I hear the songbird's ode to autumns gone
That echoes in the twilight until  morn

A sad song within my heart is born
As winter's frost  through the forest  spawns
The songbird's ode to autumn echoes until morn
Before it takes its envied flight to warmer dawns

As winter's frost through the forest spawns
Spring's distant dream is yet to be perceived
Then the songbird takes its envied flight to warmer dawns
As winter's gloom descends upon the trees 

Joseph May


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Ode to Spring

O, sweet silence of Spring,
maple seeds rain down and I am
entranced by music from the trees.
Inhaling the fresh mowed grass,
after the drone of the Cub Cadet
I wake myself with a sneeze.

O, sweet silence of spring.
Squirrel scampers building its nest, 
your winds scatter the dandelion.
Blessed you are with no prejudice
regarding weeds and “plants”
watering them all with oblivion.

O, sweet silence of spring,
your rest notes fill in the measures
of the birdsong, the day's invocation.
I rest my eyes on the beautiful 
colors of tulips and peonies, becoming
engrossed in thoughts of renewal.

May 6, 2017
an ode for contest by Broken Wings:  Form O, Only One (oblivious)
titled edited after contest was judged from  (Oblivious in Springtime)

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Ode to the Seasons

The springtime came without a warning sign;
at my wintertime home where I chose to resign.
The rain fell without regulation.
The thunder instilled in me glorious trepidation.

But in time the rain wasn’t the same.
In nostalgia I remembered the winter’s fame.
Then summer came on the heels of spring.
And now came a new song to sing.

The sun rent the clouds asunder.
The rain dried up and in silence went the thunder.
In jest I played in the summer heat.
Under blue skies I felt complete.

But in time the blue skies weren’t the same
I longed for spring in the midst of the summer’s flame.
Then Autumn came in the summer’s tracks,
and refreshed the burning and smoking flax.

The monolithic green turned to a colorful miscellany.
The photosynthesis machines shut down indefinitely.
But in time the colors weren’t the same.
And I had wished that the summer were still aflame.

Then winter came on the back of fall.
And the trees went bare in the wintry squall.
The bustling crowds went to sleep,
And in loneliness the wind began to weep.

And then I remembered this solstice from before,
For it was subject to the cosmic revolving door.
I realized everything good comes to an end.
And then came spring, my old friend. 

Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Changing seasons

Take a walk towards an autumn day,

stray past summers end into a fallen

red yellow and orange blend. Although

it seems we are heading into seasons

of wither, the beauty of every season is

at work. Open up let Mother nature in,

she can do truly amazing things. Realise

even winters chill can be special and

brilliant. Like softly falling snowflakes

dusting over the whole place, far and near

what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has



what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has


what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has


what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has


Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sestina |

Ode To Joy Of Changing Seasons

Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time to harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days

Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Garden vegetables will be stored also cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_gone are the bees

We will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the night grow longer and shorter the winter days
March soon will come in bringing its strong breeze
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees soon leaves
We will float into warm days and beauty of  spring with ease
Now we will have eaten most of those delicious peas

Soon in the newly planted garden_those early June Peas
Newly hatched from their hiding places comes those bees
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
These wonderful times_joy of longer days
Joy, oh! joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze

But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Afternoon in the lazy hammock oh what ease
Glad that in the garden and Pampas Grass stay those bees
These times in life are just fun and a zephyr breeze
Summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
These times are wonderful long sunny days

But soon slowly fade, then the change in those leaves
Summer still has a lazy few days with comfy ease
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
From the west and north come a much drier breeze
How thankful that we have those great peas
Soon fade those longer sunlit sunny days

No raking leaves in winter, only by firelight with ease and read
All those pesky bees gone now, on the currents winter's breeze brings flurries
Now dine on peas put away to eat on cold fruitless days of old man winter

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quatrain |

Ode To Autumn

Autumn is my favorite season,
The green leaves are turning red,
Falling with no rhyme or reason,
They are crisp, gnarled, and dead.

Lightly they fall in the chilly air,
The leaves are brown, orange, and yellow,
Brightly, they tumble without a care,
Indian summer days are beginning to mellow.

Gray clouds form, you rarely see the sun,
Through tree branches, see the cold wind blow,
The leaves come cascading down, one by one,
And, at any minute now, it could start to snow.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

The Dawn

The wind blew gently, rustling the leaves of oak
Skylark flitting from bough to twig
Dawn breaking from its evening cloak
Silence surrendering to new life's jig.

Fenland life awakening, yawning to the rise
Of sun's warming beauty, filling oe'r Earths skies.
The moon fades with gradual ease of time
Its evening shadows eclipsed by suns' rising prime.

Streams of ribbon meander, gentle dreams
Wander by the birch of forest glen.
Glistening, sparkling reflections of sun's beams
Filtering heavenward; raiment of soft sheen.

Cock crows his hour, robin sings his song,
Buckish hare leaps, birds of game play
Hide and seek with shooters throng;
Beaten up, open sighted, birds of prey.

Floral quilted hues upon carpet woven green,
Nectar guided insects hover on the wing.
Gold, incense, myrrh gifted to their Queen,
Warbled sonnets echo thus, this beautiful wonderous thing.

Copyright © EdwardJ Clark | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Of Transient Nature Ode To Fall

Fall is: Dragonflies, empty nests Pumpkin pies, shedding trees Brown meadows, Monarch butterflies Crisped carpets of Autumn leaves It’s a frosty feel of finality That all good things must end That things must die Is simply reality Tis not a question of if, but when It’s a harbinger of things to come As well a reminder of times gone by A pregnant pause to ponder, muse and wonder Where we are and who we are…and Why It’s a time of transient Nature Replete with changes everywhere Absent name and nomenclature. As familiar tho’ (as we all know) …As smoke draped pon’ the air… And that ‘s what makes Autumn great

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |


...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that

of the everlasting.

Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |


Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring



...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,

making flavored coffee

a drink in the morning.

Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

And Summer Gives Way To Autumn

Ode to Summer A scurrying sound Like a mouse in the attic The rustle of Summer Gathering up her things Impatiently packing Sometimes erratic It’s baggage construed From butterfly wings One last look cast about One last satisfied sigh One more Season over and done No more Summer thunder Nor lightning rent sky A satisfied feeling And in dire need of rest Summer finds That prospect appealing… Time to put Fall to the test Crisp breezes of Autumn Begin blowing in As the new season arrives And Summer is bourne away With the wind A wind that sings songs Both serene and erratic With a scurrying sound …like a mouse in the attic…

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

Details | Ode |

Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece 
Until it’s time for spring to come free.

Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.

Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear

Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.

Copyright © macy southern | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.

Copyright © Mathew McKelvey | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

Deep Woods

Symphony in woods
of whispering leaves
misty morning shades
awakening the world
gifting a new dawn.
Sitting under a loner
tree, on cushioned
dry leaves, scribbled
line of lyrics for 
each falling leaf.
Hug trees to bosom
with closed eyes,
feel serene soothing 
pleasure deep in nerves.
Meditating trees awaiting
fragrance of soil
first rain spreads
to shed all worries
summer jolts gave.
If I could be a bird
fly to branches
kiss tender leaves
play with squirrels
sleep tonight with trees 
swinging away fears.

Copyright: Dev Dutt

Copyright © Dev Dutt | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Ode to Mount Washington

Standing atop this massive mountain I feel at peace
I see every detail of the city
The city where my heart lies
The city where my heart beats
The rivers flow and come together in a sweet phenomenon 
The air is crisp here, as always
In view
No one else can grasp
The awe standing here
Here over the city
Seeing it all
In bustling beauty.

Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ode |

~La' Luna De' Morte'~

~La' Luna De' Morte'~

As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss

Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee

Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve

Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...

...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!


Copyright © Randall Martin | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

Ode to Autumn

Ode to Autumn Pumpkins on porches, crudely cut, ferocious faces Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies Hands held as if praying, to crackling fireplaces Odors of allspice waft from plump pumpkin pies Cold swirling winds, skirling leaves in the lane While a few golden stalwarts, in tall trees still remain Clinging and quivering, making restless, rattling sound In anxious anticipation of delicate descent to the ground Haunting apparitions, appear the skeletal trees To spook little kids into feigned, fun-filled fright With witchy appearance, bare limbs wave in the breeze Scarecrows wave back with ghoulish delight Autumn leaves burning, aromatic auras so sweet Crisp air numbs kid’s noses, toes and their feet Once strutting Tom Turkey, now reclines in the oven Exuding the aroma that everyone’s lovin’ Autumn’s a time of rich renewal Preparing for change, in time so transitional Mother nature shedding summer,s no-longer-chic green and donning more staid, brown traditional Summer, winter and spring are beautiful seasons And in them I find much of delight But Autumn’s the season that I’ve come to love Because everything about Autumn…and Fall… is just right

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

ode to loving soul

Mama Dina,
Are you here?
left before autumn brokedown.
Days I began to live will be missed.
But I'll bring flowers for you.

Mama Dina 
Can you hear?
I was just a figure,No one wanted me.
A homeless,anytime to be dissolved.
But you paused by me.

Mama Dina,
Ageless you'll be !
For I says you riched with golden love.
Like the sweetest mango from the garden.
Inspired many by your soul.
Mama Dina,
Hear me' 
Yearnd nothing before.when you lived.
The only wish is for you from me.
May soul embrace by thickness  paradise.

Mama Dina,
Lived joyusly.
Your love will be made a tale.
Motherly wings everyone would wish.
Like a book you'll inspire.

With love,son bobo

Copyright © k.c chophy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

An Ode to a New Year

It was New Year Eve night,

and although kids were up
the only sound to be made was the drinking of cups.

They were filled with the hopes 
that fireworks might start,
so they could see that big beautiful spark.

All through the night they sat just to watch
and the fireworks would start with a blotch.

After the fireworks were done
the kids ran on home,
to their beds where they slept cozily inside their dome.

By the time it was midnight the kids were all sleeping
only to miss the big ball that was beeping.

The ball hit the top of that very long pole
and the parents ran outside to go hit a bowl.

So as they years went on,
all those children who used to yawn
were all staying up to watch,
that big huge firework blotch.

Copyright © Melissa Clifford Angus | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Ode To Yesterdays Past

I confess I rarely take the time
To thank the past for Yesterday
And that I rarely miss a chance
To mumble some complaint: 

How fast you went, 
How little of your time I spent, 
How much I've lost to you, 
How much of you I regret! 

But though you took with you
Todays I wished to keep
I've not forgotten
The many Todays
That Yesterday got me through.

To Yesterdays I raise my glass
A toast to faithful friends of past
Too often overlooked and
Not too often thanked.

So here's to Yesterday -
For never forgetting to take away
The burdens of Today. 

Copyright © Camille Casserly | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Ode the Rain

With out rain what would we do?
What would we drink? 
What about food?

Its helps us out 
Every year
It grows our cotton 
So we have something to wear

With out rain what would we do?
 Would we walk around naked?
 What  about you?

Copyright © Renee Toubes-Stinnett | Year Posted 2007

Details | Crystalline |


The Gypsies's ode is to bright clouds,
to insure safety on long travels.

They grow everything from rich soil,
drawing clear water from a deep well.

Their ascenstors came from the sea,
in many lands they sought liberty.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quintain (English) |

Ode to Spring in Quaint Quintain

An ode to spring
In quaint quintain
The birds all sing
Their sweet refrain
The winter cold is on the wane

An ode to spring
In quaint quintain
And on the wing
Here comes the rain
And all the world is clean again

This ode to spring
In quaint quintain
Is bound to bring
The lover’s swain
All along the lovers’ lane

Mdailey	2/1/12
Written for the contest English Quintain for a spring day

Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

the leaves of fall

red, gold, yellow, green  
and a warm brown
the colors of the fall leaves 
laying upon the ground
one Saturday morning, 
I worked very hard
raking up all those leaves 
in my backyard
and once I finally got a big pile 
looking nice and neat
a devilish grin came over my face 
before I decided to leap
and with the jubilation 
of an innocent little child
I ran full speed and jumped onto 
that big leafy pile
laughing and thrashing about
I had me a ball
rolling around in my backyard
in the colorful leaves of fall

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Pastoral |


Around the corner,
Days of grey
Drab winter gloom-
Warm,sunfilled and set so fair;
Long,sweet summer rare.

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

The Sunflower

From a seed, started on the shelf.
I Planted with care. Elements to dare.
No fertilizer or chemicals seen.
It grew leaves of green.
The head large and full of seed.
Surrounded by a yellow screed.
Looking down from it's lofty perch.
It dances and gives a lurch.
Vibrant and strong.
The wind can do it no wrong.
Deep and thick are the roots.
Stands, like a pair of boots.
The stem, thick as my arm.
Making the wind seem calm.
Perfect in every way.
Forever and a day.

Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ode |


O adored Italy,this lamentation
for an impossible longing,never repressed,
will echo throughout centuries yet to unfold!
Will I be forgotten for my prediction?

A revocation of tiepid nights,intently
spent staring at the twinkling firmament,
confirmed beliefs which have guided me
in days of bitter regrets and discontent!

America enabled me, to land on its wealthy
and productive soil; and her generosity
spilled over an enormous ocean and sea,
and offered me the infallible promise of security!

Now, like two protective and fearless soldiers,
defending her from intruders and envious alike,
my visible rainbow draws its colorful arch
with foundations resting on each side;
with joy,gratefulness and endless pride,
I owe them both:   life,dignity,and happiness!     

O adored Italy,this lamentation
springs forth with fervent words of affection;
I regret that my sixsteenth year was
was an unexpected and sorrowful farewell!
O adored Italy,your distant son...
still has that memorable recall
of your motherly tenderness and loveliness,
beside your unchangeable principle of justice!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006