Best Odes Poems

Such heavy artillery,
To whom shall we run,
To God have we come,
In pain and sad form,
To state our hearts' deform,
To stake our rights and reforms,
You know that where two Elephants fight the grass suffers,Do be well informed,
My youngmen you have been, deeply misinformed,
My insane Leaders and...

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Ode to joy,
Ode to the forests
And the gravel!
Ode to everything we,
The Searchers,
Have searched for and created for!
Ode to Marx,
We share our sorrows
In pain,
In blood,
In lust.
Share the usurpers throne,
Share it all,
The thorns,
The shrubs,
The fences,
All things innate,
All things beautiful,
All things....

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Poets create verses about Eden
And why not?  Shining wonders can be made
In this paradise of green garden shade
Like the most beautiful blondes from Sweden
But when wealth reeks like an opium den
Causing visions of fair maidens to fade
Each letter’s the type to join a tirade...

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Crucified for the crusades of life, giving up on odes;
Sitting in my chair sipping coffee, wishing I had known more words.

Absolute rubbish are the feeling of emotions;
when persecuted at every turn by derogatory notions.

Abhorred by the tell tales of bygone bigotry; 
I did rather break...

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When I look at you, captive of my heart,
I ask myself, what do I feel? What do I see?
What loveliness is this before me?
I try to express it, to trap it in words, but time and again 
I end up speechless…
A gaping fish, devoid of...

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I seem to be a poet
Though I didn’t even know it
As for years I’ve written oodles of odes
When an idea doth inspire me 
I need to write it swiftly 
If left inside my head it just explodes

I witness each and every morn
The rising of the...

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ODE TO ODES ®

Patterns of raindrops on my windowsills
And a rivalry with the scorching sun
Ordinate and baste me an idea
Light filters through the raindrops
Weary wind pluck me a leaf
Cascading down on the patched pavements
Breakdancing of leaves swirling
Sour and dove into the windy music
Sojourning on a...

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a poem …

is a story unto itself -
an amalgam of glyphs and syntax
arranged with carets and diacritical marks
and woven with creative purpose
to paint with phrase -
to decorate life’s canvas with
the colors of words
and fringe the common with
uncommon art …
it has taken a lifetime, yet
for me...

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On wings of sunlight,
Enchanting sonnets of peace;
Composed by the morn.
·
Rustled by the leaves,
Carried by the footless winds:
Echoed by the breeze.
·
Poems of the dawn,
Written by the morning dew:
Passionate...fresh odes....

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O riginal work;
D eep within the soul
E xpressions on paper;
S elf-gratification our goal

© Stacy Lynn Stiles...

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thoughts
    hanging in the air
certainty
    uncertainties
      mysteries
doubt
   reaching
     after fact

unweave a rainbow
in
a pursuit of love
with
sorrow 's pain
in
  pleasures wreath

natures cycle
a transient
existence
   in
   ...

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From the words of my beloved partner~ he spoke I inked

She’s a clutch player who excels under pressure 
She’s Johnny on the spot with tenacious resolve, 
One who is extremely creative, an innovative marvel
For example, surprisingly adept to any endeavors
in which she partakes and is...

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You said:
You look like you've been hurt before,
Drowned before you could reach the shore.

I replied:
My father was my first heartbreak,
My uncle was my second,
I was neglected and never reckoned,
If you'd ask me how I am I'd say I'm fine,
I can love you even after knowing...

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Some perhaps more fortunate poets will 
With greater ease urge their heeding quill,
To tell in switching tones many juicy tales,
Of love-aided treks and shipwrecked sails. 

Not so for this goofing lyricist whose 
Heart-felt lays Muse hesitates to aid.
His adequately regaling yarns refuse
To relay accounts by...

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A Poem by Any Other Name…Should Smell Like a Poem

I ran out of time
to post my lines.
So, as I compose
I hold my nose.

Acrid alliteratives,
malodorous odes,
musty metaphors,
putrid pantoums,
reeking rhymes,
stinky stanzas,
smelly sagas,
obfuscate our olfactory organs.
So, as you read this poem
pour a stiff bourbon
and do your postmortem!
...

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