Inspiration Ode Poems

Tiny hands
Pure hearts
Silly smiles
Footprint art
Cheerful shrieks
New found words
Belly laughs
Singing heard
As I open up the door
These are the sounds I hear
And everyday it gives me a...

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After an age, I found myself in her presence, 
Struck again by her simplicity, her very essence. 
A mathematician, now on a spiritual path, 
Her...

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Strophe
O Grandpa Davis who gave me my skill
My  art talents ,organic,  came from you 
Sorry I haven’t praised you ,now .I will 
Your...

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At the heart of Marescaux Road’s maroon and gold,
Lived a timid girl whose pitted dreams longed to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit that gleamed,
But...

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Alluring kindness in a gentle, caring gaze,
Altruistic spirit, a beacon in a maze.
Anchor in the storm, a whisper, soft and strong,
As she walks among us,...

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“ Did I ever tell you, you are my hero? 
  Did I ever tell you, you are everything 
  I wanted to...

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Blight the clouds lowly dispirited feigns,
Despite these regards there belies the shrouds,
In height uncovers the misplaced reclaims,
Ignite, blameless drives of a dove in clouds.

In measured...

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The grand ode to life.
Though your time has passed, your spirit remains 
And in there, I find comfort.
You were a father to many, a role...

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Title: Ode to Harry, the Poet

Harry, a poet pure as gold
Dedicated to Poetry Soup, we uphold
He traipsed the walks of excellence
And freely provided encouragement with...

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Ode to Dr. David Damer, the Healer True,

Whose hands extend compassion, skilled and kind,
A chiropractor, faithful, steadfast, and aligned,
With deep religious beliefs, guiding his way,
Bringing...

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oh, how i wish i could write
like the wonderfully weird e.e. cummings
but the right words somehow escape me
left only with personal shortcomings 

it’s clear, i’m...

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Oh MSU-IIT, a campus so grand
A university that's known throughout the land
A place of learning, where knowledge abounds
A community of scholars, that truly astounds

From the...

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In you, my father's tools lie,
You house his tools of labour,
I look into you and sigh, 
 You still stand even though my father has...

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Oh, most precious were the hours we shared But
they are now gone, and I can no longer benefit from
their experience, but in the eyes of...

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My dear incredible pen,
you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological...

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