Kids Ode Poems | Examples
These Kids Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Ode Kids poems written by international poets.
Mere words cannot express
The depths of my respect
And how I mourn the fact that he's not here.
His open, honest smile,
His friendly country style,
Of course his voice and music keep him near.
As kids, on Thursday nights,
My dad turned down the lights
And by a roaring fire we'd sing his songs.
I've such dear memories...
We'd sing to his LP's
Until, at last, our bedtimes came along.
Oh, how those songs inspired
And lifted my heart higher
Each time my mundane life would drag me down.
And truly I believe
It cannot be just me
Who wishes that he could still be around.
So, here's to Brother John!
He's never really gone
As long as somewhere someone shares his songs!
He was one of the best
So may his soul be blessed!
His many fans will keep his mem'ry strong.
Categories:
music, song,
I like the sound these funny shoes
make slapping on the wood,
I’m no league-bowler, that’s for sure,
but most folks say I’m good.
My buds and I meet here sometimes
to bowl a couple frames,
which mostly means beer and nachos,
a break to keep us sane.
The kids are off at the arcade,
and yes, they still have one,
playing games that I have to say
were old when I was young.
Bob is probably the best of us,
rolled a 280 once,
while Edgar truly stinks at it,
but plays just for the fun.
The balls always give me trouble,
holes too big or too small,
some seem like they’re drilled for children,
fingers don’t fit at all!
When we star we’re still competent,
bring in the strikes and spaces,
but the beer brings some gutter-balls,
at least they’re done with flair.
Thank God our wives can drive us home,
they’re up in the case,
gossiping about this and that
in their usual way.
May not be the crazy night life
they promote on TC,
but there’s good reason we have so
many bowling alleys.
Categories:
ode, appreciation, friend, fun, imagery,
I know I should apologise but I ponder at my fault
I truly thought that every cat had abilities to vault
Most other times he ran away when I backed out of the drive
I mean it's only natural a cat's instinct to survive
I'll admit I've damaged other things like skateboards bikes and toys
But this time it was different you could tell so by the noise
Now the kids won't talk my wife won't talk I'm really in the pooh
Especially when I made that joke the one about cat stew
I said I'll buy another cat same type and age and fur
But unforgiving voices choired "He had a special purr"
What about a robot cat immune to hurt and pain
No support from either camp only looks iced with disdain
Eight times that cat survived a life with luck more apt than mine
I hap to be the luckless one who snuffed out number nine
Well old Tom I'm really sad and regret I did you wrong
So to prove my worth when I'm heaven bound I'll bring a mouse along
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Categories:
ode, cat,
Synonym of love, sent by God from above;
Address of affection, a perfect creation;
Patience personified, sacrifice epitomized;
Combination of all roles, an oasis to all souls;
Matchless forgiver, besides a perfect life-giver.
To her kids a fond mother, can’t find like her another;
Unparalleled caretaker, an ideal homemaker;
Source of abundant joy, knows not any ploy;
Ever appears so polite, conscious of everyone’s plight;
Has confidence so sublime, competes even with time.
Though she starves, her family, well she carves;
To the core she is viceless, her services are so priceless;
Knows no holiday, found busy everyday;
Solving every family strife, radiates each one’s life;
Melts like a candle slowly, giving everything wholly.
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Categories:
love,
Ode to Fanny
Her start in life was rather poor
with wastrel parents, ones to abhor
She avoided living in the gutter
Earning enough for her bread and butter
Her break in life came rather later
Before, bigamy and babies to underrate her
Her kids grew up in the care of another
She never took to being a mother
Her culinary skills proved rather good
She could write and critique on all kinds of food
Destined to star in sixties telly
She graced her shows in glitzy finery
Her zany persona was rather dippy
Her dress was ball gown and misplaced lippy
Shunning apron and hat that looked so drab
‘Cos cooking and baking should always look fab
The man she had met was rather fine
Ex army major, life was divine
They fronted shows as man and wife
Fanny and Johny, well matched and no strife
Her fame continued for rather a while
Overridden by others in different style
And gaffes too many, they booted her out
No telly shows, no gowns to flout
Her recipes of the past still rather great
She put pizza and prawn cocktail on our plate
She and Johny, always a couple
Poor but content to remain conjugal
Ooh rather!
Categories:
ode, tribute,
What has happened to this city
Why has it changed.
Deserted roads
Waterfall deserted
Deserted malls, theater too
What happened to this city
Why has changed.
Blossom parks and coasts
Crushed by proudy feet are deserted
Who poured the poison in peace
What happened to this city
Why has changed.
Kids, youths and heavy traffic
Who broke the silence of the city
Living but silence
What happened to this city
Why has changed.
Sake hands, hugs and kisses
Had bade to good bye the city
Who spreading fear in heart of Sweety(lover).
What happened to this city
Why has it changed.
Smile behind mask
Happiness too behind mask
And both behind sorrow with pain
What happened to this city
Why has it changed.
Athiti Devon bhavo (guest as god)
Welcome written at main doors
Why should I forget
What happened to this city
Why has it changed.
Categories:
community, emotions, freedom, inspirational,
His name is Griffin. Folks though call him “Griff”
He hails from universities of stone
Debate with him is as a smoken spliff
It leaves one’s mental faculties undone
For high o’er land and sea and distant isles
The eye of Griff doth wander wide and free
All he beholds, his intellect defiles
Dreaming disaster from the rings of trees
The seas do rise – we’re told – to drown our coasts
Though photos of past bays show nary a change
Griff terrifies the kids with tales of ghosts
That steal the frost from every mountain range
Beholding life, he see-eth only death
In forms of beauty, veiled catastrophe
That morbid gas in every human breath
Damns sinners to a lost eternity
But that dread gas – O Griff! How see-est thou not
Bringeth not death but life, that springeth green
The photosynthesis thou hast forgot
Is nourished by the thing thou call’st unclean
And so adieu, my ode to Griff is done
To that sly master of the shifting files
Of numbers spelling our Armeggedon
And yet behind that mask of doom – he smiles!
Categories:
beauty, earth day, humor,
Our Day
A dining room table
A living room chair
A bed with a side table sitting right there
A picture you took
The drapes in a pair
With many collectibles compiled to cheer
A dish to be washed
A kettle to heed
A clock on a mantle
Striking three
Children are out playing with glee
A tilt of a pillow
A table laid Lace
Where we’ll sit and say grace
Cups, spoons and forks all put away
Storing the mop, pail and broom
The hum of the dishwasher filling the room
Upstairs, kids kissed and tucked into bed
Good night, Good night sleepyhead
Warm fuzzy slippers
Put under bed
Pillows fluffed and tucked under head
Another day done and put away
This is the ending of our day.
Categories:
house,
Victory or defeat, it’s all bittersweet.
Mediocrity, I try not to be.
So I wore designer jeans,
Weighed a hundred fifteen.
To earn a spot in the cool kids’ books,
You’ve got to first have the looks.
May the in-crowd never die,
May their pride stay in their eyes.
May their crowns never dim,
‘Cause in life we never really win.
It depends on who we compete against.
This is no world for teenage angst.
Categories:
ode, angst, high school,
Let's count the stars instead of admiring the sky
Sing it's myth and share it's legend in spirits high
A swirl of gas from a cosmic mile
Yet you give infants reason to smile
your name on every kiddies rhyme
Twinkle twinkle my favorite line
the pentagon of the clouds everglowing soldiers
you fortell men's fate in zodiac
you over spend more lights than the lightening
and soften our hearts when you brighten
Like the nursery latern would have it
Twinkle twinkle little star
When the blazing sun is gone
your charming beauty we wait to come
A perfect guide at night
the natural pilot's street light
the spaceship's satellite
your song kids sing over and over
Twinkle twinkle what a wonder you are
Like a diamond in the sky
A gift the wealthiest wish to buy
your patience fades the sun away
While your diligence prepares the day
and if you dont come for us to sing today
We'll wait for your shine come another day.
Twinkle twinkle all the way
sir D'champ's Poetry
Categories:
appreciation, poems,
A prosy prose for deity to mourn,
As the hunger stricken wobbles the ground.
Oh! the old retinues that feed besides our ribs.
Come again with their unbearable tax payers,
While the labourers' stomach rumble!
The ignorant chieftains stare from above,
While the Kwashiorkor kids parade the streets!
Farmers clank their basket and hoe,
For nothing to bring homewards when the farms never yield.
As the hard labour tastes no fruit,
Wife and daughter, are forever famished.
The sailor that despoil us,
Snatch the bouquet of our feast.
As we wallow in our hollow labour?
Leaving us despondent at the edge of the farm,
Oh! We are made for you to drain,
When the basket of yam fully stored in there yard.
The old retinues release starvation from its dungeon,
As hunger flay around street, whipping!.
The rise of commodities in the Bazar,
A loaf is bought at high price.
And the grain is untouchable!
This is a prosy prose for deity to mourn,
How housewives turn to modern beggars,
While the toddlers sleep with void bellies and empty jars!
Categories:
ode, society,
ode to my middle school english teacher, who
taught me that even though you have a voice,
it's better if you don't use it
ode to my middle school english teacher, who
not only gave up on me halfway through
the year,
but stopped feigning any kind of
support entirely
ode to the teacher who favorited the kids
who didn't deserve any favors
ode to the teacher that told a black boy to
go himself
ode to the teacher that made a hispanic girl
cry; ode to the teacher who didn't see race,
unless it wasn't white
ode to the english teacher that almost
made me stop writing
ode to the teacher who cared more about
her cigarettes than the fact that
at least three girls in her class wanted to kill
themselves
ode to the only english teacher that mattered;
ode to the english teacher who only mattered
because she made me feel
like i didn't.
Categories:
ode, anger, poetry,
The world has discovered it's coveted holy grail
To Jules Rimet we honour let the football feast set sail.
Countries unite and teams take flight to a designated host nation
Little kids feed off this passion they tune-in with eager motivation.
Anticipation even before any ball is kicked or flicked
Back pages with fake news has our minds playing tricks.
Will he start will he not toys yanked from the cot
What's more at least we are entertained somewhat.
It takes us away from the 9-5 the same old mundane
Propels us into a four year galaxy the game beautifully insane.
From the old to the young the whole world will celebrate
Sole-stomping satisfaction our diverse planet will vibrate.
There will be scandals, errors, misdemeanours all documented
There will amazing goals, tricks, bad refereeing decisions all commentated.
What a beautiful notion thought of by that man Mr. Rimet
Implanting the WC in our lives from 1930 to present day.
Categories:
ode, appreciation, celebration, community, football,
You stood there-
There before me,
Waves dashed upon
The shore around me,
Kids shouted merrily
Dancing on their knee..
Young hearts had hands
To hold one in one,
Shoulders to rest upon,
Warm moments to hug with
And Thirsty lips to kiss..
But I had you, the one,
And only one on this planet
To hold on my reels
To behold all that thrills
When my Angel stands still
Yet Whirlpools within me.
And then there was nothing
But an aura of cosmic beauty
Reaching through the Eyes
That looked at me! !
Categories:
ode, angel, beauty, dedication, feelings,
Six a.m. the alarm click has rung
Time to wake up, time to start being mom
Wake up children
Get dressed, brush your teeth
We haven't a moment to lose
Time to start moving those feet
Jump in the mini-van
Start the engine up
Crap the windows are frosted
It must have dropped temperature
Below 0 again
Kids on the way out the front door
Their pop-tarts just dropped
On the mini-van floor
No need to worry
No need to fret
It looks like this morning
A bagged school breakfast you'll get
Kisses and I love yous
As we pull up to the school
All of this in an hour
My day is not through
Get to the house
Take out the dog
Make up a grocery list 15 feet long
Clean up the bathroom
Gross what's that on the wall
Some disinfected will kill it all
Hubby is home, he's came for lunch
Griping about something to do with his work
Throw in the laundry
It has to smell good
Sit for a moment
Take in the views
Soon school will be over
That means homework and messes
Than dinner and baths
Oh I hate those stresses
All of this while trying
To balance being wife and sex kitten
Finally "WHEW" everybody's in bed
Time to lay down go to sleep
So tomorrow I can do
All this again
Categories:
funny, life, mother,