Ode Poems | Ode Examples

Sydney my love, Sydney my city Splendour and majesty, nothing such pretty. Sydney my love, Sydney my city. First rays of the sun, spread here fun. Opera, Harbour Bridge, Blue Mountain. Pretty pretty places, plenty plenty beauty. Sydney my love, Sydney my city Clean clean beaches, green green trees, Pleasant weather, cool cool breeze. Kissing the shores, sea waives sporty. Sydney...

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You drown out every noise, In stillness, we hear your voice. This is the seeker’s guide, For those in search of the truth. You open the door to the light, We emerge from the recalcitrant night, To find the treasures we seek And the pathway to Zion’s gate. You summon the...

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In a world of noise where the distractions reign, Amidst the proliferation of mobile phones, You find your haven, a refuge from the din, In the depths of quiet, where your spirit roams. While parties surge like waves upon the shore, And social media dances, a fickle flame, Your...

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O soul unbound by pomp or praise, You walk the earth in humble ways— No jeweled crown, no trumpet sound, Yet peace and warmth in you are found. Where others rush with tangled aim, You breathe with calm, you speak with flame Of steady hope and open skies, A...

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You beckon to me, and I respond. You open the door and take me by the hand. You guide me as I see, learn, and sometimes comprehend. You script and unfurl, And I play my role, desiring to add my lines. The elements, like soldiers, carry out their duties— ...

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O, Self-Esteem, elusive, fragile grace, A quiet strength that lights the inner space. No gilded crown, no trinket bought and sold, But inner worth, a story to unfold. You are the root from which true courage springs, The steady hum when life's harsh discord rings. Without your touch, the finest talents dim, A whispered "no" before the race begins. You don't demand perfection,...

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She rises, she rises like the sun that knows no shame, this woman-teacher-poet-mother-flame, her soul vast as the sky that holds all storms yet gentle as the dewdrop kissing the earth at dawn. O Universe, behold your daughter who has learned the sacred secret whispered by the wind, that worth is not a treasure buried deep but seed-song scattered wide like prayers...

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There's a lonely shadow here. Its on my wall, down a narrow staircase, and down the hall. I'm never lonely, I just lose myself. Down another hallway that leads Stright to hell. and wouldn't relinquish what id never sell, so Theres a fire burning its my own personal hell. so I'm walking backwards now, trying to find my self but my vision...

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He primps that dome like it’s his crown, A shiny orb, the talk of town. Shaves that bowling ball twice a day, No rogue hairs dare to stay. Refined olive oil, scentless, slick— His scalp’s own secret, glossy trick. Then Axe spray rains, a scented storm, Because the ladies find that charm. Post-shower, towel wraps so neat, Humidity’s spa for his heat. Pores open wide,...

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In Alabama’s warm embrace, you stood, Barefoot and bold, with heart and soul imbued. A flame unwavering, steady and bright, You chase the shadows, bring dreams to light. Devoted hand in hand, you never roam, Her spark, your anchor, your guiding home. Through roaring crowds and neon gleam, You carry her love in every dream. With passion fierce, you seek and find, The sacred...

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I am always willing to learn, I am curious to learn about myself And I am man enough to admit when I need help Accepting of my mistakes even if I don't know what it’s for My radiant smile will always testify to me being honest and filled with candor And I know how to adjust, my personality never...

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[Self Esteem Ode Sponsor : Crystol Woods Date submitted : 22/5/25] I C E : Ode to Self few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness in icicle Presence fewer minds will slip into cemetery’s dusk soul appears, no hectic heady harkening glancing what is needed or already seeded I n s I g h t checks wisdom, no cerebral chancing ...

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My head has always been made of glass, and inside it lives a faint idea of who I am. She used to be a silhouette, but even then she wasn’t very defined. In eighth grade, I believed that she lived in the shadows, because showing herself felt heavier than living in the trenches of our own mind. In a way, she was...

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RESILIENCE I SHOW AFTER OVERCOMING SO MANY CHALLENGES AND DISAPPOINTMENTS INTUITION TO KNOW WHEN THINGS WILL GO SOUTH AND HOW TO READ PEOPLE, DANGER, AND SITUATIONS AUTHENTICITY THAT POURS OUT OF ME AND MAKES ME ONE IN A MILLION THIS IS MY QUINTESSENCE...

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