Odes Poems - Poems about Odes

A Poem by Any Other Name…Should Smell Like a Poem I ran out of time to post my lines. So, as I compose I hold my nose. Acrid alliteratives, malodorous odes, musty metaphors, putrid pantoums, reeking rhymes, stinky stanzas, smelly sagas, obfuscate our olfactory organs. So, as you read this poem pour a stiff bourbon and do your postmortem! ...

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Poets create verses about Eden And why not? Shining wonders can be made In this paradise of green garden shade Like the most beautiful blondes from Sweden But when wealth reeks like an opium den Causing visions of fair maidens to fade Each letter’s the type to join a tirade Of mad words drafted with reluctant pen Conscripted...

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a poem … is a story unto itself - an amalgam of glyphs and syntax arranged with carets and diacritical marks and woven with creative purpose to paint with phrase - to decorate life’s canvas with the colors of words and fringe the common with uncommon art … it has taken a lifetime, yet for me to comprehend the aims of your hearts and directed efforts though it...

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thoughts hanging in the air certainty uncertainties mysteries doubt reaching after fact unweave a rainbow in a pursuit of love with sorrow 's pain in pleasures wreath natures cycle a transient existence in fleeting ...

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ODE TO ODES ® Patterns of raindrops on my windowsills And a rivalry with the scorching sun Ordinate and baste me an idea Light filters through the raindrops Weary wind pluck me a leaf Cascading down on the patched pavements Breakdancing of leaves swirling Sour and dove into the windy music Sojourning on a brain pulsing quest Thunders brought me shivers And slice the sky and...

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Some perhaps more fortunate poets will With greater ease urge their heeding quill, To tell in switching tones many juicy tales, Of love-aided treks and shipwrecked sails. Not so for this goofing lyricist whose Heart-felt lays Muse hesitates to aid. His adequately regaling yarns refuse To relay accounts by raw feeling said. While true impulse says song is sweet, His loth...

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I seem to be a poet Though I didn’t even know it As for years I’ve written oodles of odes When an idea doth inspire me I need to write it swiftly If left inside my head it just explodes I witness each and every morn The rising of the Sun Filled with expectations Of adventures yet to come I walk along...

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Crucified for the crusades of life, giving up on odes; Sitting in my chair sipping coffee, wishing I had known more words. Absolute rubbish are the feeling of emotions; when persecuted at every turn by derogatory notions. Abhorred by the tell tales of bygone bigotry; I did rather break some eggs at my old man's poultry....

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Ode to joy, Ode to the forests And the gravel! Ode to everything we, The Searchers, Have searched for and created for! Ode to Marx, We share our sorrows In pain, In blood, In lust. Share the usurpers throne, Share it all, The thorns, The shrubs, The fences, All things innate, All things beautiful, All things....

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On wings of sunlight, Enchanting sonnets of peace; Composed by the morn. · Rustled by the leaves, Carried by the footless winds: Echoed by the breeze. · Poems of the dawn, Written by the morning dew: Passionate...fresh odes....

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When I look at you, captive of my heart, I ask myself, what do I feel? What do I see? What loveliness is this before me? I try to express it, to trap it in words, but time and again I end up speechless… A gaping fish, devoid of adjectives to describe your unerring beauty Inadequate, what a pathetic poet...

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Such heavy artillery, To whom shall we run, To God have we come, In pain and sad form, To state our hearts' deform, To stake our rights and reforms, You know that where two Elephants fight the grass suffers,Do be well informed, My youngmen you have been, deeply misinformed, My insane Leaders and their wanting to negotiate a arms surrender, Mines! Please do deactivate...

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O riginal work; D eep within the soul E xpressions on paper; S elf-gratification our goal © Stacy Lynn Stiles...

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