Best Oder Poems
Manchmal träume ich davon,
ein Stein zu sein,
der einfach nur so
am Wegrand liegt,
ohne eigenes Leben
und ohne Vergangenheit,
Gegenwart
oder Zukunft
Manchmal träume ich davon,
ein Baum zu sein,
der fest im Boden
seine Wurzeln schlägt,
der mit dem Blattwerk
Schutz gewährt,
der lebt
Manchmal träume ich davon,
ein Vogel zu sein,
der einsam am Himmel
seine Kreise zieht,
weitab von der Schwere der Erde
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Sometimes I dream of it,
to be a stone,
just in a way
of lying at the wayside,
without own life
and without past,
Present
or future
Sometimes I dream of it,
to be a tree,
which firmly anchored in the ground
its roots,
and with its leaves
grants us protection
and is alive
Sometimes I dream of it,
to be a bird,
which pulls its circles
lonely in the sky
his pulls,
and far away from
earth's gravity
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A veces sueño de ser una piedra,
que solo está puesto
al borde del camino,
sin vida propia
y sin pasado,
presente o futuro
A veces sueño de ser un árbol
que echa raíces firme en el suelo,
que da nos protección
con su follaje
que vive
A veces sueño de ser un pájaro
que da su solitario círculo
en el cielo,
tan lejos de la gravedad de tierra
Categories:
oder, allegorydream, dream,
Form:
Verse
tomatoes home grown
sausage pizza on the stone
ordering by phone
Categories:
oder, food
Form:
Senryu
Baby Ich Liebe Dich so wie du bist,
So perfekt, so wie du mich glucklich machen.
Die Art und weise du mich fuhlen,
Di Art und weise du mich lacheln und lachen.
Auch wenn Ich wu tend bin, trairig oder songar weinen.
Mein Hertz blutet dur dich baby.
Ich Liebe Dich Mein Schatz baby.
Ich kann mir nicht helfer, aber ruhing und glucklich.
Wenn du so wundershon und du liebst mich fur mich.
Ich Liebe Dich fur immer!
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn Palmer
Age:15almost16
Dedicated To:My wonderful and amazing Husband Dustin James Palmer
12-09-11
~Dustin's one & only faithful and loving wife~
I Love You Baby!
Categories:
oder, dedication, faith, family, happiness,
Form:
Haiku
one thing you have to learned is to let go all of the frustration learned to let it flow
letting go is not the easy thing you know but as you grow you start to brake free
and then you will know just how strong and not weak and wrong for wanting to move on
to better positive structure building a foundation from the ground up takes passion thick skin must of all self respect for self and others when you build you a accomplish when you demolish you destroy with no chance of rebuilding what once was will never be but a distance memory
A flower must be watered in Oder to grow and blossom into its full beauty
for the eyes to see its cared for and loved when neglected it attracts more candidates
that will care and nu-retch the abandoned seed but who is to say if treated lovingly our poorly
for not every book can be read by its cover read between the lines take notes of the first red flag is a sign of danger appearances can derisive like night and day
we learn from our mistakes from making the stakes that much harder on our selves
were so bend on in eye for in eye that we forget we are blind when it comes to matters
of the heart we derisive our selves into believing all is well when in reality all looking in can see what is not apparent to you for a loving heart cant see no wrong but by pass wrong doing
for the sake of being accepted and loved but at the same time in the wrong persons for what you offer has so much value that often then none is not return in full in what ever relationships we in counter disappointment we grow as we move on letting go makes you the better stronger positive respected self powered humanly possible person most of all happily loved
Categories:
oder, conflict, confusion, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Concrete
Ouch, to cut my finger...
Pain and blood spills and does longly stay and linger.
To give my sliced appendaged digit a much needed bath...
I won't cook for a living, or go to school for typing or even take math.
Math and onions i do not like...
I'd rather have a tooth pulled or be super glued to a seatless one peddled
down hill travelling brakeless bike.
I'll only eat onions that are totally cooked...
I wont go to a restaurant and look on a menue to oder it from the waitress,
it will never be booked.
Categories:
oder, on work and working,
Form:
"My Big Brother" nach oben und unten auf der Straße
Er konnte jeden treffen Sie sein
Bespitzelung von Ihnen von der Straße
Suchen in aus jedem Takt "My Big Brother" ist das nicht süß?
"My Big Brother" und ich weiß nicht, warum
Gießen von oben in den Himmel
"My Big Brother" der kommunistischen Spion
Zuhören in Friss Vogel oder stirb
Bringing sein Buch in unterrichtet innerhalb
My Big Brother, 1 - 800 - LET-US-IN
Gefangen mit Papier und einen Stift Alles nur, weil, "My Big Brother" ließ sich in"My Big Brother" up and down the street
He could be anyone you meet
Spying on you from the street
Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet
"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
Listening in do or die
Bringing his book in
Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
Caught with paper and a pen
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in
Categories:
oder, art, on work and
Form:
Free verse
DOWN BY THE OCEAN
ON A HALLOWEEN NIGHT.
A THREE QUARTERS MOON
WAS PROVIDING SOME LIGHT.
AND FROM OUT OF NOWHERE
A VERY STRANGE SMELL.
I CAN ONLY DESCRIBE
AS AN ODER FROM HELL.
A FOG ROLLED IN
AND VERY QUICK.
IT WAS SO HARD TO SEE
BECAUSE THE FOG WAS SO THICK.
IT WAS MORE LIKE DEATH.
THAT SMELL WAS SO STRONG.
I TOLD MYSELF
I DON'T BELONG.
THE FOG BECAME DENSE
IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO SEE.
I HAD NO IDEAL
WHAT WAS IN FRONT OF ME.
THE INCOMING TIDE
HAD TO BE NEAR.
THAT ONLY ADDED
TO MY ALREADY FEARS.
AND THEN FOR A MINUTE
THE MOONLIGHT POKED THROUGH
AND WHAT I SAW
IS WHAT I'M TELLING YOU.
LIZARD LIKE CREATURES
BIGGER THAN ME.
CAME UP FROM THE SAND
AND WALKED INTO THE SEA.
NOW I KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING
IS HARD TO BELIEVE.
I'M JUST SO THANKFUL
THEY DIDN'T SEE ME.
FEBRUARY 2017
Categories:
oder, halloween, horror, humor, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Bring back Nobuhle
Why did you keep her body
She's gone let us bury her with dignity and respect
Bring back our sister
Why why are you keeping our sisters body in your country?
Why should we suffer in oder to get her body?
Why there is United Nations if we are not united?
Why should we be happy if our sister is not in our country?
God God help us
Help us to bring Buhle back in South Africa
Shembe please help us bring Buhle back in South African
We need her body
We need her in South Africa
God listen to us
Wipe our tears
Make them hear us
Oh dear God
We come upon on you
There is no one bigger then you
Categories:
oder, africa, allusion, analogy, sister,
Form:
Elegy
Ich sehe die Raben
Du kannst mich was fragen
Schmerz im Magen
Das waren die Zutaten
Die Rabeninsel habe
Ich gemahlt mit pinsel
Regengogen farben
Du kannst mich was fragen
Nebel im Kopf
Kommt fom Eintopf
Oder?
Categories:
oder, allegory, allusion, art,
Form:
Couplet
1. Das Ritual (Satis Shroff)
Eine betagte Dame sitzt auf dem Boden
und spielt ein Tamborin.
Die anderen sitzen im Kreis.
Plötzlich legt sie das Tamborin beiseite,
Steht auf und verläßt den Raum.
Sie lebt in einem Altersheim.
Sie öffnet ihre Zimmertür,
Schaut das Van Gogh Bild an
Und fragt sich:
‘Hängt das Bild gerade oder schief?
Habe ich das Licht ausgemacht?
Sie bedient den Lichtschalter viermal.
Sie geht ins Badezimmer:
Tropft der Hahn?
Dreht den Hahn auf und zu.
Habe ich die Tür geschlossen?
Sie macht die Tür auf und zu.
O, habe ich die Kochplatten ausgemacht?
Oder glühen sie?
Ich habe solche Angst.
Wo ist das Bügeleisen?
Habe ich vergessen, den Stecker heraus zu ziehen?
O Jemine! So eine Schande.
Ich muß das gesamte Ritual nochmal wiederholen,
Sonst hat meine Seele keine Ruhe.
* * *
THE RITUAL (Satis Shroff)
An elderly lady ,
Sits on the floor,
And plays a tamborine.
Others sit in chairs in a circle.
Suddenly she puts her tambourine aside,
Gets up and goes to her room.
She lives in a home for elderly people.
She opens the door and looks
At the van Gogh picture,
And asks herself:
Is this picture .straight?
Did I put out the light?
She tries the switch four times.
Goes to the bathroom:
Is the tap trickling?
Turns it on and off.
Did I close the door?
She opens and shuts it.
Oh, did I put off the ceran plates?
Or are they red hot?
I’m so scared.
Where’s the iron?
Did I forget to pull out the plug?
Phew! It’s such a shame;
I have to carry out the ritual again.
* * *
Categories:
oder, age, angst, confusion, memory,
Form:
Free verse
step-over
cross face
they called this maneuver
" the Wench of Fallialuia"
the name comes
from a fictional story
about a Arab Beauty
who came into a
Cattlemen's camp
on a camel.
she offered her services
to the men
as cook and concubine.
they paid her
2 Goat's , A male bull cow,
and Two heifers. for
a years worth of work.
she mocked them
often, as she was didn't
have a religion or religious preference
upon her desiding to leave the camp
she promised to return, when her hefers had calfs.
before she left, she became pregant, by one
of the cattlemen,
she told him days before she left, and asked
him to come with her, he asked his father
could he leave the camp with the woman,
and then he'd return after his child was
trong enough to travel back with him to the camp.
the father forbid him or the girl to leave,
he told the son that he to had slept with
the woman, and found it hard to be seen as
anything but second to his son.
he offered to take the goats and cattle back to
her settlement and return after the child was born.
they agreed to the fathers terms.
sso the father appointed his oldest son in charge
and left the cattle site with
the goat and cows, and enough water to make the journey.
he left with one of his seven sons
and a mighty muscled man
named
Arisis" the Grappler" a darked skinned man
from the upper parts of the pennisulia.
the woman send word by messager to
her family that a man who she had
shared nights with, shall come to her people with a story
to convert them against her.
he shall have cattle and a goat.
his foods shall be sweet, and the
yogurts he makes
shall have strong oder.
keep him for190 days, that he is unwise to making her pregant.
when the geentlemen enter the camp, a woman yelled out
" off tin geffin"
which one gentlemen told him was sllang for saying
she'd allow each man to love her, if they grapple on
the lawns of Shedone. after the long jiurney
they did just that they grappled in fun
and they spent the nights with the woman!
Categories:
oder, destiny, gospel, islamic, jewish,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
SEEK ME DON’T HIDE
SEEK ME DON’T HIDE
FIND ME ON THE LINE
DON’T STOP AND THINK
JUST COUNT OUT OF ODER AND BE MINE
ODEY OX FREE, YOU FOUND ME
928 NOW YOU’RE CLOSER TO MY EAR
FEELING YOUR BEATH I CAN HEAR
CLOSE YOUR EYE’S
I’M HERE WITH A PICTURE INSIDE
DOWN DEEP I AM NOT GOING TO HIDE
CLOSING YOUR EYE’S ONCE AGAIN
NOW I’M YOUR FRIEND
AS YOU SPELL YOUR E-MAIL IN ODER
ON YOUR PHONE, WE ARE NOT ALONE
HIDING GO SEEK
NOW YOU CAN PEEK
SO I CAN SNEAK
BUT YOU CAN’T CHEAT
BECAUSE I’M IN HEAT
GET HARD AND OFF YOUR FEET
ODEY OX FREE.YOU FOUND ME
DON’T LET ME BE FREE
I DON’T WANT TO SLEEP AROUND
WITH YOU I JUST WANTA GET DOWN
COUNT, BABY COUNT OUT OF ODER
FIND ME, FIND ME ON LINE
SOON YOU WILL FALL
ON THE GROUND LAUGHING WITH A SMILE
JUST BE HERE FOR A WHILE
HIDING GO SEEK, YOU’VE PEEKED
INSIDE ME, BEHIND A LINE
NOW I’M NOT ODEY OX FREE
FINE ME, FINE ME, NOW WE CAN BE
BY; SHAWN JONES 03/013/09
Categories:
oder, girlfriend-boyfriendme, me,
Form:
Light Verse
My
eyes see.
My
ears hear.
My
skin feels.
My
noes smells
My
mouth tastes.
My
brain interprets.
Information.
It’s all
information.
Energy.
Vibrations.
The view.
The sound.
The breeze.
The cupcake.
The oder.
All information.
Chemical,
electrical stimulus.
No brain
to process.
No reality
to experience.
All vibrations.
All energy
to interpret.
Everything
is energy.
Everything
is vibrations.
No brain
no reality.
The Universe
a field
of energy,
a
realm of
vibrations.
Including us.
Vibrations
interpreting
vibrations.
Energy
interpreting
energy.
Energy
never dies
it simply
changes
vibration.
Categories:
oder, art,
Form:
Prose Poetry
ich würde meine Worte
lebend begraben
in ein schweigsameres Schweigen
als deines
und tiefer noch als der Tod
noch undurchdrungen
in all seiner Tiefe
doch was für ein Mensch
könnte ich noch beanspruchen
zu sein
auf keinen Fall
einer
oder nicht mal jetzt weißt du
dass einen Dichter nicht die Worte töten
sondern ihr Nichtaussprechen
er weiß nicht so schön zu Schweigen
so schmerzvoll - gedrückt
so wie du über meiner Seele schweigst
Grabstein
kalte Steinplatte
was machst du dann
wenn sie dich von einem Ende
an das Andere befällt
die Sehnsucht nach dem Wort
Traducere: Renate Müller
Categories:
oder, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
its still builds
if you have the will
and the skill
than began
take it from friend
just fill the pail
or oder by mail
HAMMER AND NAILS
Categories:
oder, adventure, native american,
Form:
Light Verse