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Details | Quatorzain |

Ode to the salty tear

O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are
You've emerged for a million different reasons
many of which only the shedder knows
for you've emerged in all seasons.

The season of sadness or reason of joy
the tears of grief and the tears of joy
You and your unalloyed saline taste
thou art' but an emotional waste.

O'Salty tear each time you drop into oblivion
why not vanish away with your shedder's grief? 
I tell you O' tear if you're to take my opinion
oughtn't you grant your shedder full relief? 

Ah but thou art' a ceaseless ocean in reserve and store
No one can be sure, he'll cry no more
When you trickle down those sad upturned lips
we know destiny perhaps made those painful slips! 

You are the raindrops of a grief-clouded heart
You do emerge when two lovers have to part

Help your shedder turn over a new leaf
so you're associated less with grief.

I've watched many a jilted lover
weep all alone by the sea-side most sorrowfully
and watched tears glide down noses or pince-nez
as their salty tears merged into the salty sea.

O' Salty tear but it's time you learnt to wash away
all and any poignancy from your shedder's heart
and be such a buddy who never wishes to meet again
the tearful shedder from whom you depart!

Copyright © S.zaynab Kamoonpuri | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

When I Think About You

I never thought we would end up like this,
two lovers drifting apart
Did I do something that started pushing you away,
did I say something that I wish I could take back,
right now today?
On this sea of loneliness,
the waves come crashing down
Tossing and turning in my sleep,
now that you're no longer around
Empty days, lonely nights
It's hard to breath living without you
Knowing you're somewhere else,
so far apart,
what am I now suppose to do?
It's so hard living without you

But, I'll always have good memories,
the things we did together with such joy
I'll always have mental pictures of the past,
the beautiful times,
when I thought our love would always last

Many are the smiles 
when I think about you
Many are the tears,
now that I'm living without you

Many are my dreams,
of you holding me in your arms
every night
Many are my regrets,
that I never really knew how to
make things right

Still, many are the smiles
when I think about you
And I think about you often,
many a lonely miles

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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 | 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 |

For Thomas

I'm walking out into the gorgeous summer day
and I feel nothing at all;
not the warmth of the sun,
the melodies of songbirds,
nor the cars driving by my street
who haven't the slightest clue of what just transpired
a mere twenty minutes ago.
Yeah, since the news came to me
not one lighthearted thought comes to mind.

I'm in the back of the store, doing dishes to pass the time
and I can't help but wander if anyone notices
the blooming roses on my cheeks.
They'd probably say something encouraging like
"Way to attack those dishes!".
Believe me it's not for efficiency's sake,
I'm MAD, and it just so happens to bring emphasis
to the saying "Use a little elbow grease".
Anymore and I might just a punch a hole through the plastic...

Yeah, since the news came to me
things became way too real.
I no longer felt like radiation that refuses to leave the atmosphere.
No I felt much more akin to a ticking time bomb
in the middle of the Sahara desert.
I could die at anytime
and it wouldn't matter what I was doing:
Sitting on the sofa, devouring a bag of Lays
and then passing out on salt overdose,
Or walking my dog because the weather was nice,
and then crossing paths with a baseball sized meteorite.
I try to stick to the bright side of things,
but the fact remains you died too soon, Tom.
I wonder what flashed through you head
just seconds before driving over that IED.
In a selfish way I'd like to think you thought of me
in those final moments, but I know that's silly.
If I was a piece in your day-to-day life
you would need a microscope
to even notice I was there at all.

As I sit here writing this
I recall the time we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre,
on Halloween night in the old Stonehouse.
We thought that was gory then,
but it's most likely child's play to the stuff
you must have seen in the last three years.
The saddest thing of all for me
is something irrefutably petty,
but it comes to mind nonetheless.
You paid for my movie ticket
when we went and saw The Dark Knight.
I remember how sure and confident I was when I beamed
"I'll pay you back for this. Next time I see you!".
Well that ship has long since sailed.
Perhaps someday we'll meet again, mate,
but for now it's just a waiting game.
And today that feels like the game where nobody wins
it's just something we play...

NOTE: Two days ago I found out a good friend of mine died in Afghanistan. He was a soldier, and barely four years older than me...

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Ode to Joy Life Brings

                                         Ode to Joy Life Brings.
                                              By: Kitty Jones

The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.
Here today
Gone tomorrow
In my life there is no sorrow.
I try to be insensitive
To all you’re wants and needs
And when you have an open wound
I try to make you bleed.
What is hope?
What is laughter?
What is happily ever after
The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.

Copyright © kitty jones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

To Death

Alas! We meet again!
We held fist against each other back then,
But once more now I see you,
And I am more than ready too.

Conceding to you my life,
For this conflict cannot be ceased by strife,
You are with the Almighty Divine,
And I thank you for the gift of extended Time.

Alas! My friend depart with me,
Guide me and give me the chance to be free,
Free from the clutches of life and its reality,
Grant me the feeling of eternal glee.

To my friends I say to you all,
Do not see my death as my own downfall,
For I am happy with my old friend who visits me now and then,
Let him do as he pleases for this is the fate of all men.

Copyright © Angelus Somnium | Year Posted 2014

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 |

Every You

The deeper I go
The deeper I sink
Weightless but heavy
My heart starts to speak

Tangled in you
My mind is a mess
It's torn and exposed
Like open flesh.

Copyright © Heather Boardman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Soul Death


From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it 
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul 
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
                                             In peace may you rest Arusha

Copyright © felix gbemudu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

I learn from you to fly through intercurrent days

  You make sweet things out of your pain, out of your joy
    Know how to blend experience, emotions, not just soy
    You gave me sweets, sweets in small transparent BOX
   Transparent like your own eyes – transparent like Soul
Oh, boy!
Was looking at it, expressionless!
What was so special
in it? Initially,
present is Love and God is the present, God presented us all present moments,
God is in each present moment Himself, and we, we can fill moments with Love

You gave me sweets – sweets in small transparent BOX
 Transparent like your own eyes – transparent like Soul
     You make sweet things out of your pain, out of your
   Know how to blend experience, emotions, not just soy

You are small... and quick...
At the same time, vigorous!
Speak to me, sweet Hummingbird, keep speaking, speak your heart Even if I am carried away in thoughts, I listen to emotional melodies I learn from you to fly through intercurrent days, I learn – not to cry I want to cry, all the time. „But that is waste of time!“ You say me. I don‘t know WHY Is that true? Is it right or not – to cry? I will try to keep two tears per day For one who showed God and for God... Not for myself, not for this world (not anymore) I say so. But, who knows...? Tinkling ankle bells, one for you, one for me. Happiness to explore! I like to see Hummingbird chirpy... I like to see Squirrel so peaceful I would like to see them everyday but life carries, carries me away I could not share my sorrow... you had your own sorrow... That schedule in world we follow: from mud lotuses grow My bottom perhaps was just a middle of yours But no one has right to put pain on scales: Whales and nightingales Inhale and exhale Their own WAY
Mar. 2016

Copyright © salamandra Gabija | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |


A hurt heart to your death,
I must get through the pain.
Just one breath,
I take in vain.
You are gone and never to be found.
Living the restless life,
Without you I've drown.
Now I am at strife.
I feel pain, distress.
Sorrow fills the eyes,
Watching you go in the ground in great dress.
I don't know how to deal when someone dies.


Copyright © Alex Anonymous | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Ode To , We Dead

         Ode To , We Dead

We dead,  no longer cry, moan or weep,
      lying in covered hole dark and deep
We dead, dine it darkened solitudes,
      devoid of loves, hates and attitudes

We dead, chase no longer mortal dream,
      no longer lie, steal, cheat or scheme 

We dead, favor no great lusting beauty,
      having no appetite for sex or duty

We dead, grant no great requested favor,
     gift the rose or smell the flavor

We dead, will not speak words of praise,
      never unless our souls are blessed to raise

We dead, spirit silenced in passing time,
      cast down with no living tree to climb

We dead, sleep ever in coldly silent repose,
      banished from life , rot and decompose

We dead , hear no sweet words of mortal loves
      no music , no singing of loving turtle doves

We dead, find no pleasure in our dark rest,
      no lust, love or joy in giving our very best

We dead, shout no songs of beautiful glory,
      long past lived , awaiting another story

We dead, laid in for sleep and resting days,
      no longer actors in everyday mortal plays...

We dead, send no warm comfort to our friends,
      cold is this dark, damp ground we lay in

We dead, no longer birth life loving dreams, 
      drink from cold, running mountain streams

We dead , no longer sing of praise and glory,
      resting here awaiting another spiritual story

We dead, can not act to erase our many mistakes,
      cold regret deepens pain in these darkened lakes
Robert L.  05-23-2014

Dark thoughts haunt my dreams this week. Soothing to write here and thus speak.
Artistic write of life when void of grace. Consider not just the start of but also the end of the race!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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 |

My Ode To Benito Mussolini

Mussolini saved Italy
from a possible Nazi conquest,
he saw an alliance with Germany
as an opportunity to avoid
another horrible Holocaust!

This truth was never told
for fear that the Italian people
would have declared 
Il Duce the savior of Italy;
wasn't his decision the smartest
choice he had ever made?

Although Mussolini invaded
many countries, he also
did good deeds; women were
fascinated by his charm,
my mom was one of them...
he was the perfect image
of masculinity and also
of obstentious vanity!

Sadly, Mussolini was hanged
upside down in that Milan's public
square; the Americans wanted
him alive, but his voice
was forever silenced by 
the revengeful partisans!

Italy never gave him
the credit and the honor
he deserved, but he was
spat on, kicked and 
by a vicious crowd!

I am honoring Benito Mussolini
with my ode for his great
leadership despite his errors;
may History remember him
not as a traitor, but as a savior
and a citizen who loved his country!

Written on 7/8/2017


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Ode to Sorrow

Sorrow, why must thou plague me
Filling every crevice of mine
Pouring thyself in like water
O' Sorrow, you will destroy me
As thou drains what of me still shines
And my happiness thou slaughters
O' Sorrow, feel free to leave now
Thou has weighed this soul down enough
Draining me of all that is light
O' Sorrow, i will release thou
Your companionship proved too tough
And I don't have the strength to fight
O' Sorrow, you have won the war
I have given up my heart
I no longer want what thou left
Sorrow, I don't want anymore
When will you finally depart
and complete this ongoing theft?

Copyright © Shannon Fletcher | Year Posted 2009