Poems About: ODE

St. John, whose art sublimely shines
In liquid odes and melting lines,
Let Theobald his regard express
In verse of lesser loveliness. read more »

Die 12te Ode Anakreons.

Schwatzhafteste der Schwalben, sprich,
Was tu ich dir? wie straf ich dich? read more »

This poem has no reason
Just the repetition of rhyme
Words to be forgotten
A memory soon to fade with time read more »

Torrents rain blindly flying air
crying in torrents hair matted
skull to face blanket used laid.
Light dim cracked features of read more »

Swans, loons, tunes, and pantaloons. Acorns, dice, and tennis balls. Haystacks by the North Sea in late summer.
Goblets, ghosts, elves, and queen bees. Dumfries, Stranraer, Belfast, and Brigadoon. A ferry that sank beneath the Irish Sea.
Odes, wolves, and jelly beans. Killroy, whales, and submarines. The dragon devours the year. read more »

This pretty girl has style and flair,
Will she invite me to her lair?
I swear there's something in the air. read more »

We shouldn’t
let the predictable key read more »

Missing link,
pen in ink.

Human instinct, read more »

Some poets pen Horatian odes,
While others write in epic modes.
Some love the rousing roundelay
(Though most consider it passé) . read more »

If it were so let me not know
That never did you want me read more »

He sits, he thinks, he writes
His flows go by and by
From odd odes he rallies by
And loves the ritual in his rites read more »

I knocked on an earth-red door
And death let me in;
He spoke warm and soft
About the log fire within. read more »