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Odette Oprean Poem
Well, it's nice to finally meet you.
I've been waiting for your call.
I've noticed you've been crying,
And, I've watched you pace the halls.
Whatever has been hurting you,
I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose,
Nothing to live for, nothing to fear.
Thank you, for your invitation.
I'll be sure not to leave your side.
We'll become very fast acquainted.
My naive child, there's no use trying to hide.
I should probably introduce myself.
I am your very own addiction.
But, you can not be angry with me.
I am your own self-conviction.
I bet you feel rather stupid,
Falling right into my lap.
I'm a master at manipulation.
You'll never escape my trap.
How does it feel to dance with the Devil?
For he and I are one in the same.
Your God has abandoned you,
So, you might as well stay in the game.
Are you honestly going to try and beat me?
A useless battle if you want to know.
Go ahead and make an attempt.
Besides, I'm in the mood for a good show.
I guess, you think your special.
But, your sobriety is less than a year.
I'm still around every corner,
In the back of your mind
I'm your greatest fear.
I'll always be your dirty little secret.
I won't disappear over time.
Twenty years from now you may falter,
And, I'll be the first thing that comes to mind.
A vicious cycle, that's what your thinking,
But, I'm only speaking the truth.
I'm Satin's weapon of mass destruction.
The silent killer of America's youth.
It's genius when you think of it.
Everyone's looking for some Armageddon war.
But, what the fools don't realize,
Is everyday Armageddon walks through their front door
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2018
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Friends forever, no matter what,
Two souls entwined in a sacred plot.
Twenty years of laughter and tears,
A tapestry woven through hopes and fears.
He, a sage with stories to share,
She, a spark, with dreams in the air.
Different paths, yet side by side,
In the garden of friendship, they both abide.
Through sunlit days and stormy nights,
They found their way, igniting lights.
In smoke shops and dog parks,
They painted their world with vibrant marks.
When tempers flared, the thunder rolled,
Explosive moments, fierce and bold.
She’d break tables, throw phones out the way,
He’d tremble with anger, words in dismay.
Yet after the storm, the calm would return,
With laughter and hugs, their hearts would learn.
For every clash, a deeper embrace,
In the dance of their friendship, they found their place.
Then came the news, a shadowy fight,
Cancer whispered, stealing the light.
But through the darkness, their bond held tight,
A beacon of hope, a flickering light.
He faced the battle with courage and grace,
She stood by his side, a steadfast face.
In the quiet moments, they shared their fears,
With laughter and love, they dried each other’s tears.
Years may pass, and seasons may change,
But the heart of their friendship will never estrange.
For in every struggle, in joy and in pain,
They found a connection that would always remain.
So here’s to the years, the memories spun,
To the laughter, the tears, and the battles won.
Friends forever, no matter what,
In the tapestry of life, they’re forever caught up.
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2025
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In a world of laughter, he stood apart,
A boy with shadows dancing in his heart.
With a grin that twisted like a crooked vine,
He found the punchline in the darkest line.
When others wept, he’d chuckle and jest,
Finding solace in chaos, a curious quest.
Destruction was funny, a comic delight,
As he laughed at the ruins that filled up the night.
His humor was sharp, like a knife in the dark,
A shield against sorrow, a flickering spark.
He wore his weirdness like a badge of pride,
An outcast, he thought, with nowhere to hide.
But in the quiet corners of his mind,
A flicker of truth began to unwind.
For in the mirror, he saw not just him,
But a reflection of her, his mother, so grim.
She danced to her own tune, a whimsical song,
With no need for friends, she felt she belonged.
In her solitude, she found her own grace,
A strange little world, her own sacred space.
Her laughter was odd, her quirks were profound,
In the silence of stillness, her joy could be found.
And as he looked closer, he started to see,
The weirdness he felt was a part of her glee.
Together they thrived in their peculiar way,
Finding comfort in shadows, in night and in day.
For the boy who once thought he was lost in the fray,
Discovered his heart in the games they would play.
So he laughed when he should, and he cried when he must,
In the chaos of life, he found love and trust.
For the strange little boy, with his dark sense of cheer,
Was just like his mother, and that made it clear.
In a world full of normal, they danced to their tune,
Two outcasts together, beneath the same moon.
With sarcasm woven in laughter and tears,
They embraced their oddness, conquering fears.
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2025
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In a time when bell bottoms danced with the breeze,
Two young hearts collided, as wild as the trees.
In the glow of the disco, beneath starlit skies,
They found in each other the spark of their lives.
With laughter like music, they twirled through the night,
In the warmth of their youth, everything felt right.
They whispered sweet secrets, shared dreams on the run,
Two souls intertwined, like the moon and the sun.
Through the years they wandered, through seasons of change,
From the highs of the laughter to the lows that felt strange.
Yet through every trial, their love only grew,
Like a fine vintage wine, rich and ever true.
Now in their seventies, with silvered hair bright,
They still hold each other, hearts dancing in light.
With the same spark of passion, they stroll hand in hand,
Two teenagers in love, in a world they still stand.
They reminisce softly of the days long ago,
Of the music, the freedom, the love that would flow.
Yet the magic they found in those innocent years,
Has blossomed and flourished, through laughter and tears.
So here’s to the lovers, who never let go,
Who weathered the storms, let their true colors show.
In the twilight of life, they still dream and they play,
Two hearts forever young, come what may.
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2025
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In a cozy home where laughter bloomed,
A mother watched her children, once in their rooms,
Four bright stars, each chasing their dreams,
With hearts full of hope and ambitious schemes.
She nurtured their spirits, she cheered every win,
Through scraped knees and heartaches, she held them within,
Now they’ve grown tall, with lives of their own,
Yet in her heart, a soft ache has grown.
She picks up the phone, her fingers a dance,
Dialing their numbers, hoping for chance,
But silence replies, no voices to hear,
Just echoes of memories, and whispers of cheer.
“Busy,” they say, as they conquer the day,
But busy feels heavy, like clouds turning gray,
She texts them her love, her pride wrapped in words,
Yet the silence returns, like a flock of lost birds.
Did she do something wrong? A question that stings,
As she sifts through the moments, the joy that it brings,
She recalls all the laughter, the stories they spun,
But now it feels lonely, like a race never run.
Her heart feels abandoned, a garden unkept,
Where once blooms of love in abundance had leapt,
She watches the world through a window of glass,
As seasons keep changing, and time rushes past.
Yet deep in her heart, she knows they are there,
Chasing their dreams, with a love that they share,
Though busy and distant, they carry her light,
In the shadows of life, she’s their guiding sight.
So she breathes in the silence, and whispers a prayer,
For the love that they share, though it feels rare,
For in every success, in each path that they roam,
Her heart is their anchor, their forever home.
And though the phone rings silent, and texts go unread,
She holds them in spirit, in the words left unsaid,
For love knows no distance, no time can erase,
The bond of a mother, a warm, sweet embrace.
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2025
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In ashes of betrayal, we rise up,
As women of strength with fire in our eyes.
No longer in mans shadow, we claim our own light,
In a world where mens wrongs are finally set right.
You thought you could wander and stick your Dick
Into every pure heart, every girl on every side.
But we’ve drawn the line and we’ve sharpened our claws,
No more will we suffer your reckless applause.
You danced with deception, you're a fool at your game,
Chasing the innocent, igniting our flame.
But now we stand tall, united and fierce,
Your sexual conquests, we’ll gladly pierce.
We’ve taken the throne, the crowns on our heads,
No more will we mourn for the tears you caused to shed.
In this realm of our making, we’ve banished your kind,
No more will we linger with hearts of distrust, no more will we be bound to your evil lust.
You thought you could conquer, but look at us now,
We’ve risen from your ruins and we’ve taken a vow.
To honor our bodies, our spirits, our might,
In this kingdom of women, we’ve won the fight.
So take your false bravado, your empty allure,
We’ve found our own power, we’re fierce and we’re pure.
In this world of our making, we’ll dance and we’ll sing,
For the battle is over, and we are now both the kings and the queens.
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2025
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In a world where beauty's often measured and defined,
A girl at twenty, had dreams intertwined,
She sought about change, a shape to embrace,
But little did she know, it would alter her grace.
Every glance in the mirror, she’d sigh,
She longed for the curves, the world defined.
Then came the implants, a promise of light,
A chance to feel whole, to finally feel right,
But the joy was fleeting, as symptoms arose, Beneath the surface of beautiful flesh, her whole body ached.
Her headaches and pains made life hard to take. Suicide sometimes seemed the easiest escape.
All the strange illnesses that whispered in her ears loved to perform in the shadows of her fears
With a weak immune system and pains so severe shed scream "Let me just die! "to the heavens about but it wasn't her time, she couldn't give up.
She wore her struggles like a cloak made of fear,
Each day a battle, each moment unclear.
Years rolled on, twenty-seven in tow,
With every new ache, her spirit felt low,
Yet deep in her heart, a flicker remained,
A hope for a future, unchained and unfeigned.
She scheduled the surgery, her heart in a twist,
What would she look like? Would she cease to exist?
The implants, her armor, her identity’s thread,
But the thought of release filled her heart with dread.
With courage she stepped into the bright, sterile room,
A leap into freedom, away from the gloom,
As the surgeon worked gently, she felt a release,
A shedding of burdens, a whisper of peace.
And when she emerged, a new dawn in her eyes,
The reflection before her, a beautiful surprise,
No longer defined by the weight she had borne,
She blossomed like flowers, anew she was born.
With each passing day, her health found its way,
The headaches subsided, the aches turned to play,
A vibrant young woman, with laughter and light,
No longer a shadow, she danced into night.
Her journey was long, but the lessons were clear,
True beauty is found when we shed all our fear,
In the mirror she saw not just curves, but her soul,
A radiant spirit, finally whole.
So here’s to the girl who dared to be free,
To embrace her own self, to finally see,
That beauty’s not measured by what’s on the skin,
But the strength of the heart, and the joy found within.
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2025
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In a quiet town where shadows blend,
A boy named Dustin learned to mend,
Born to a mother, young and alone,
With dreams in her heart, but a heavy stone.
No father’s hand to guide his way,
But a grandfather’s love would light the day,
With wisdom deep as the ocean’s tide,
He taught the boy to stand with pride.
“Integrity, my boy, is worth more than gold,
Hard work and honesty, let them unfold.
Knowledge is power, a beacon so bright,
In the darkest of times, it will be your light.”
As the years rolled on, the family grew,
With siblings to care for, Dustin always knew,
That love was a burden, yet sweet to bear,
A great big brother, with a heart laid bare.
While his mother worked, he took on the role,
Of protector and guide, with a nurturing soul,
Though childhood slipped by like sand through his hands,
He learned to be strong, to meet life’s demands.
Through sleepless nights and endless days,
He forged his path in a myriad of ways,
With dreams of UGA, he set his sights high,
Determined to reach for the limitless sky.
But life can be cruel, and fate can be tough,
When his grandfather passed, it felt like enough,
Yet in every tear, in every sigh,
Dustin held on to the lessons that never die.
With a heart full of love and a mind set to learn,
He pushed through the pain, for his dreams he would yearn,
A PhD in hand, he stood tall and proud,
Knowing deep down, his grandpa too would be proud.
“Look at my boy,” he’d whisper with glee,
“From a boy to a man, what a journey to see!
You’ve carried the weight, you’ve weathered the storm,
In the tapestry of life, you’ve woven your form.”
So here’s to Dustin, a beacon of light,
A testament to love, to courage, to fight,
For in every struggle, in every embrace,
He found his own strength, his own sacred space.
With integrity, hard work, and knowledge in hand,
He'll walk through the world, a proud and noble man.
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2025
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Without men, the world would breathe,
A fierce fire ignited, no longer deceived.
Chains of silence shattered, voices rise,
In the echo of fury, women claim the prize.
No more shadows cast by their disdain,
We’re done with the whispers, the guilt, the pain.
With every heartbeat, we reclaim our might,
Fists clenched in defiance, ready to fight.
Their empty promises, we’ve had enough,
No more playing nice, no more being tough.
We’ll carve our own path, with rage as our guide,
In the storm of our anger, we’ll no longer hide.
So let the world tremble, let them all see,
Without men, we’re fierce, we’re wild, we’re free.
No longer their pawns, we rise and we roar,
In the ashes of silence, we’ll settle the score.
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2025
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A strange little boy, a curious sight.
With dark hair that danced like the shadows at night,
With eyes that sparkled with stories of light.
While others would play in the fields and the trees,
He'd sit by himself, lost in whispers and dreams.
With a notebook in hand, he’d scribble with ease,
Creating grand worlds that would float on the breeze.
His tales were of dragons, of magic, and flight,
Of heroes who battled through darkness and fright.
Though the kids laughed and teased, he held on tight,
To the stories he spun, like stars in the night.
As seasons went by, his skills grew so fine,
Each word that he penned was a treasure, a sign.
With tears of frustration, he’d write and refine,
For the boy knew his passion was truly divine.
Years rolled along, and the boy turned to man,
With dreams of a future, he crafted a plan.
He applied to a college, where stories began,
To flourish and bloom, like a well-tended span.
Now in the halls where the wise often tread,
He writes about love and loss, his heart leads the way, he'll never be lost.
Now the strange little boy, with his dark hair on his head,
Is living his dream, where his passions are fed.
So if you should meet him, with stories to share,
Remember the boy who once sat in despair.
For the magic of writing, with love and with care,
Can turn strange little dreams into wonders so rare.
Copyright © Odette Oprean | Year Posted 2025
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