Family Ode Poems | Examples
These Family Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Family. These are the best examples of Ode Family poems written by international poets.
Diamond you were shy and wary,
Peeking from behind a crate,
Your gaze portrayed that we were scary,
So still, you sat, resigned to wait.
Pearl, in your white and silver coat so bright,
You moved with grace and eager trust,
You circled near with pure delight,
As though you were waiting for us just.
Indoors in gentle state you reign,
Soft sovereigns our control insures,
Your rule is complete in this domain,
You have taken this place and made it yours.
By day you claim the chairs as we leave,
By night, our bed is half your own,
No protest do you ever receive,
Your royal rights are well known.
This could have been such a cold place,
With all our children leaving us alone,
For love has filled each quiet space,
Pearl and Diamond you have claimed your throne.
In that strip mall, The Breakfast Cart smiles
with morning fare crafted from scratch
as diners rush for untold miles
for ham and eggs that are a perfect match.
Rustic art coats each wall
with metal chickens and old ad signs
some so large, while others so small
as I soak in the comfort of these designs.
Many diners visit each day
to visit dear friends and to sit and chat
since the bargain prices are little to pay
and the setting is truly a Welcome doormat.
my mother is sunshine on two legs
a garden on a summer day
she's also sweet as sugar pie
my mother is our pillar of strength
she doesn't see herself that way
but the years have proven so
my mother is the ship that's kept us all afloat
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Hungarious herbanamed hairchinned humanoid!
This tungstanesk triumph – to some thanatoid…
Mathematicos marvel: mention “nontotiet!”
But Basil-based bullters bothered? Outbleat???
For functioning fully at family functions,
requires restrained raconteurial unctions.
Propensities/properties you outpossess.
injurious idiot’s ill-conceived jest…
No! Never negating nine-tenths of nonplussed,
because Basil-boy, your bingeworthy bust,
should stand sentry in stone for descendants yet born,
And for you to admire, while mowing the lawn.
Blue lighthouse on Lake Michigan, how incredible you be.
Window glows dancing to lead in the sailors at sea.
There are no words to describe your heroic beauty.
Your guidance means the world to my family and me.
It sits there waiting
Never complaining
Like a devoted little puppy
Do we really appreciate
What life would be like
Without this friend so trusty
We take it for granted
This mechanical friend
Never showing any appreciation
We should let it know
How we cherish it so
Our sole means of transportation
There once was a time
In years gone by
Long before the automobile
We walked, we rode
A bike or a horse
Now just sit there at the wheel
So treat this friend
Like one of the family
You will never ever go wrong
Her engine will purr
Her tires will sing
A happy little motoring song!
I
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
Bravely facing adversity, bitter impudence,
Betraying the lie when punishment comes
Displaying the will to rise above your peers
And face losing cherished family and friends.
II
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
In battle, among the most valiant of men,
Looking death in the eye without flinching
Sometimes losing your life or your limb
Modestly receiving rewards and accolades.
III
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
Standing for what is right and good
When all about you have folded in defeat
To have the courage of your convictions
To stand tall and be a spokesman for truth.
written June 25, 2021
WHY have I become a writer ?
The only w r i t e r in my family.
As a child I had IMAGINATION
and thus I became a s t o r y t e l l e r.
My grandma gave me a JOURNAL,
"write for the w o r l d to read"
and I DID and I DO . . .
m y s t e r y is can I write Ode !
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October 5, 2020
Poetry/Ode/Mystery Is
Copyright Protected, ID 20- 1292-752-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, IN PRAISE OF THE ODE
sponsor, Nette Onclaud, Inspiration #5 Mystery is
Second Place
My godmother passed
On August the 9th
Her age was 91 years
A long life she had
A funeral gathering held
For family and friends
Only a party of 10 allowed
Then another group next
She was loved by family
As well as her friends
A very sad time for all
She will be missed
A cremation held
A trip to New Brunswick
To rest with her husband
They will now be together
She will be remembered
By family and friends.
He knew how to slaughter and dress a chicken
She baked bread every Friday in the tiny kitchen
He built their one-car garage from lumberyard scrap
She grew veggies on hardscrabble soil, for her family and pap
They didn't speak English, never went out to eat
A little meat on their table during the week, a rare treat
No insulation in their frame house, not all the windows closed
In the summer they boiled; come winter they froze...
Their own sons were ashamed to have parents so green
Their friends wouldn't come over, a hidden couple, unseen
They were my bubbe and zayde, my grandma and grandpa
Gone by fifty ~ Inscriptions on their graves at me gnaw
Note: the letter 'e' in 'bubbe' and 'zayde' is pronounced as a 'y'
I remember
being maybe eight
you were my idol
my big brother
we used to laugh
and carry on
sometimes we’d
even dress as cowboys
but most of all
you were there
when times were rough
how quickly
the years flew by
but nothing
can erase
the vivid memories
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Ode To Our Raccoon’s
By: Tom Wright
1-18-2020
Around two thirty most mornings,
I gaze out the rear window and see.
A family of Raccoon’s foraging,
on pecans from under our tree.
Pecan hulls litter the sidewalks,
but of these morsels I won’t deprive.
For I realize It’s one of God’s creatures,
doing its best to just survive.
adventurous
a free spirit
unlike the rest of us
part brother part Indian
more akin to the land
a live connection
a maverick
a youth
a stallion
in his prime
dark skin
dark eyes
unlike the rest of us
part brother part Indian
purebred bohemian
spent youth
used and abused
years adrift
worlds apart
but bonds never severed
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
She was Ruth, their only daughter
Set out one day to roam the globe
Instructed to the nth degree
Dressed with a flare of exotic
She was cultured, had travelled far
A lady of society
Affectionately loved her folks
Though their advanced age sadly showed
Unable to maintain upkeep
Of home and grounds, just way too much
Modest and proud of their hard years
I wonder what became of them
Beyond doubt their days were numbered
All answered the cycle of life
She set out to conquer the world
Ruth she was, daughter of the Svenks
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
AKA the saint from Arichat
Devoted wife to Johnny
Beloved mother and grand-mother
Kindness exuding from every pore
A smile and kind word for everyone
Lover of family reunions
Any reason for a card game or party
Prize-winning baker of pies galore
Apple, date, blueberry, custard
Raisin, strawberry, lemon meringue
Date cookies and tea biscuits
Homemade bread and buns
Even made the best baked beans
Last rites given three times
The Lord finally couldn’t wait
And gently took her
As we recall those open arms and warmest hugs
We get that little taste of the welcome
Awaiting us when our turn comes
To knock at heaven’s gate
AP: Honorable Mention 2020