Quotes about ode, page 7
Someone Special
There are few people in your life that are special to you
Someone you love and you cannot see in pain
She is that someone special to me, having the qualities of a good person
She has a kind heart, someone who is humble
She is someone who is always ready to give a smile
But here stay is only for a short time
She is optimistic, she is down to earth
When she comes, our house gets bustled
Her father and family have somehow some problems
Yet she remained firm and patient
Knowing The Almighty would help them
An ode to someone special
An ode to my beloved cousin……………….
Nosherwan Khan
7/9/08
poem by Nosherwan khan
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Footpaths
I was filled with hope and I wrote this ode,
When I observed a footpath next to a road.
For as they built roads for people to strive,
and towards growth and progress joyously drive.
The builders did not conveniently forget,
Those who cannot drive yet.
It occured to the building souls,
To build for those walking towards their goals.
Moving, although slightly slow,
Perhaps enjoying the journey more.
In due time everyone shall shift from footpath to road,
And this shall seem like a meaningless ode.
But I hope roads are never the only things on the builders' minds,
For even footpaths are important for mankind..
poem by Sameer Daniel Gardner
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Ode To Orange Chgicken
Orange chicken, oh orange chicken,
how much I love you.
You're sweet, sticky, and tangy, all at the same time,
you go great wi th soy sauce, but never with lime.
ode to orange chicken, which I love to devour,
it's been in my mouth so often, it knows that i have power.
It knows the names of my taste buds, Jill, Lil, and Bill,
sometimes the orange chicken is happy, but sometimes it's held against it's will.
Whenever I eat orange chicken, it goes CRUNCH, CRUNCH,
and I have to have chow mein, and that goes MUCH, MUNCH!
Ode to orange chicken, it is always in a bowl,
but did I mention, i also love eggrolls.
poem by Aubrey Harmel
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nostalgia ***** ODE TO MIS. OCC. PHILS
From margin southern sea
rise calm waves in gentle free
with wind of love
from shore to Malindang above
Lend your ears
hear this ode
with rhythm songs to you my dear
blessed words our minds to cheer
My heart is fullfilled before i rest
as i share thoughtful poems for readers' wit
to love own town, respect all guests
with aid to harness intellect
My poems uttering in silence
undyingly wait in patience
to be shared and be published
despite of world material crisis
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poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Ode to the crow
Ode to the crow
that finds its way
to fly straight home
on this most terrible day.
Through gusts of wind it takes flight
through rain and storm
through dark and light.
We cower down at the sight of bad weather
and it lands when its done
not missing a feather.
We act as though the world revolves around us.
yet when the finger is pointed
all we do is gripe and fuss.
we set our traps of jealousy
to capture which we yearn most
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poem by Cameron Brooks
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Ode To The Crow
Ode to the crow
that finds its way
to fly straight home
on this most terrible day.
Through gusts of wind it takes flight
through rain and storm
through dark and light.
We cower down at the sight of bad weather
and it lands when its done
not missing a feather.
We act as though the world revolves around us.
yet when the finger is pointed
all we do is gripe and fuss.
we set our traps of jealousy
to capture which we yearn most
A white lie here and a grin of deciet
we are determined to make all
bow down at our feet.
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poem by Cameron Daniel Brooks
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Ode To The Old
As a premature spring rain is born to an early March wind, a heavy heart carries unfulfilled dreams within my soul.
Rain falls steadily never to cease or console, as if only to circumvent my actions for a short while, contorting and adding more difficulty as the March wind howls and blows.
The mind wanders and reaches for a tiny fragment of youth as wrought iron rusts and a March wind swirls paying tribute to the Ode to the old.
Nearby trees yield to and fro, struggling to stand tall as the unforgiving wrath carries on.
Once supple hands are now crippled by an unforgiving touch of an ode to the old.
poem by Ron Pate
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What Flavour?
Horace: Book III, Ode 13
"O fons Bandisiæ, splendidior vitro---"
Worthy of flowers and syrups sweet,
O fountain of Bandusian onyx,
To-morrow shall a goatling's bleat
Mix with the sizz of thy carbonics.
A kid whose budding horns portend
A life of love and war--but vainly!
For thee his sanguine life shall end--
He'll spill his blood, to put it plainly.
And never shalt thou feel the heat
That blazes in the days of sirius,
But men shall quaff thy soda sweet,
And girls imbibe thy drinks delirious.
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poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Ten And Eleven
Here she comes, a flower of the field,
describing glory of the Spring to bloom,
while at noon, when all shadows yield,
light is bright as in ether, love looms.
Here she comes, beloved lines in light;
so as to caress my vision, and to smile,
In an elysian field her grace will ignite,
my confessions as to extend forthright.
She is my call when rose flowers blend,
so I respond in lyrics of heavens music;
perchance an ode will extend and mend,
old wounds and scars, with this acoustic.
An ode lifts our encounter to heavens,
amid field flowers, with love to attune,
a bouquet of roses red, ten and eleven,
gallivants noon-this twenty first of June.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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For All Mothers
any other presence
in the kitchen is a threat
to her empire...
none knows her pots and pans
and the purpose they're for
except herself...
cooking is her forte,
she believes; none can be
as good at it as her
she can't relish what others cook
to her, she is the ultimate!
pain she gulps
smiles she shares
doctor, she never needs
for nothing can touch her
is her belief...
slightest bruise
mildest pain
on others is
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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