Ode Poems | Ode Examples

Tyranny wears no single face— it dances in silk and iron, in laughter rippling through marble halls, in jeweled cups brimming with poison. Here stand five shadows cloaked in power: the Jade Empress who penned her conquests in ink of blood; the Blood Countess who bathed in youth’s final heartbeat; the Poison Queen whose roses wilted on royal lips; the Thorned Mother sculpting...

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One's self praise is no recommendation My mother said without hesitation If she had heard me ringing my own bell It was a lesson that I soon learned well. Whatever you do, someone does better It's a fact, my mom was my abetter Her words will stay with me all of my days Though I'm a poet, I don't...

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Vince says I'm intelligent, creative, and quirky. I am all those things, as these are features of all people, as well as all animals, and plants. Look! I belong and am a special part of this beautiful tapestry, and have the opportunity to live harmoniously within it, and shine! Like all life, I have, not imperfections, but quirks, and like Vince, on most days, I am...

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When I met him, he was hungry and homeless. Rumor had it that he once played basketball for the infamous Harlem Globe Trotters. Three traits that I observed in him would have proven great for any area of endeavor. Reuben was bold, persistent, and congenial. His BOLDNESS did not render him arrogant or rude. Although our first encounter was eye opening when he...

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once daisies woven into my hair underscored my optimism about the future now they lend the only colour to a greying landscape entwined into my hair they reflect my enduring playful nature but it beats pushing up the daisies picking the first daisy of Spring ‘He loves me, he loves me not.’ if you are always right you will never have any friends I’ve an...

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she used to shrink inside her own skin wore doubt like a coat stitched too thin but broken glass still reflects the light and jagged edges sharpen the fight now she stands where my fears once laid building worth from the cracks they made she is gold in the dirt still gleaming unseen an unfinished masterpiece bold and serene...

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She is a self-driving car. As far as the farthest object, my eyes cannot believe she is Captain of a spaceship that she built from spent foil paper rolls. The aluminium was self-made. Books are like comrades, but actual pillows and blankets. She is a rank bibliophile. Her practice is rubbing off. I feel their spines more than hers. Our bed is tiny. She will quetch at the ''tiny...

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I’ve been approached, to write this Ode, by Michael: he wants me to identify three traits of his. I told him, life is just a cycle of ups and downs. I cited one Matt Gaetz! “Don’t count on your intelligence,” I said: you’re bright alright, but that is where it ends.” “I need a friend to do this,” he admonished. “You have,”...

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TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT I may be thought aloof and cold Maybe even more so, as I’m old Not dull lead, nor yet shiny gold Perhaps a weird sense of humour Yet all along, it may be a tumour If unsure, I will never just leave it I’m well educated, that’s for sure On this, never challenged before Perhaps I was ever seeking...

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She is not made of atoms, but aftermaths— the kind that linger in a room long after the lights remember to flicker back on. Her spine? An origami of fallen yesterdays, creased by collapse, but folded forward into flight. They call it resilience, but she knows better— it’s architecture, a cathedral of nerve built from "this will not break me," hummed on repeat until it didn’t. She speaks fluent...

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You were there before memory. Before voices had names, before light had meaning you were there. Brown as warm bread, soft as a breath held in sleep, you waited. And I held you. You were there. Through the quiet nights where shadows danced on walls and thunder cracked the sky like glass you never blinked. You never left. Your button eyes have seen more tears than the stars above my window, but never...

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Look at you, blank canvas I say that there be light. Now I can see your emptiness, Let me put you right. Here’s some sees and Sky. Now I paint your land, O earth. I have hung you high And gifted you water and dirt. I’ve tied you to the sun And sent the stars to sing. Yet, I am not done You are still...

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A shoulder in the storm when others flee, A voice that cuts through silence, clear and true. In chapters dark and bright, you stand with me, The compass when my skies have lost their blue. Not bound by blood, but something just as deep— A choice renewed with every passing day. The one who knows which secrets I still keep, Yet...

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In the hush of dusk when streetlights flicker alive, obsidian sheet metal catching dying light, A black Chevy Impala – Detroit steel poetry in motion. They don’t make ‘em like this anymore, All angles and attitude, chrome catching moonlight like silver promises. This ain’t just transportation – this is transformation. V8 heartbeat rumbling beneath the hood, Speaking in tongues of combustion and...

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Ode to an Orca You are the apex predator of the ocean. No other sea creature can match you. Even the mighty great white fears you. Its liver one of your prime delicacies. You are an intelligent animal who can adapt to any environment. A voracious eater, you are not selective. Fish, seals, whales, sharks, penguins, dolphins are prime targets. Even boats are not immune to your voracious attacks. You hunt in...

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