Ode

RESILIENCE
Resilience Oh, resilience, a virtue strong and true, A beacon of hope, that shines through life's journey anew. A capacity to weather, life's storms and strife, And emerge unbroken, with a spirit that thrives in life.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
Hope
Hope Oh, hope, a beacon in the darkest night, A light that shines so bright, and guides us to new light. A gentle whisper, that echoes in our heart, A promise of tomorrow, that never departs.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
CREATIVITY
Creativity Oh, creativity, a spark that ignites the mind, A flame that flickers, with ideas left behind. A gentle breeze, that whispers secrets in our ear, A muse that guides us, to bring forth something new and clear.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
The Kids are Alright .
we’ve cried writhed seethed and tried to hide behind masks and blankets alike from the new demons that leer meticulously deconstructing our spirit through jeer
By purging purgatoryabout a year ago in Poets
I grieve
I grieve, I am grieving, when I am not with you. I know I am lying to myself, but I want your heart to feel it too. The winds of change pass me by, because my storm will never break.
By Karen Caveabout a year ago in Poets
If tomorrow starts without me?
If tomorrow starts without me? One day it will! Today it will? Three truths and a lie to swallow like a bitter pill. The grandfather I never knew would say, “I read the obituaries in the paper this morning, and I wasn’t in them so I guess I better leave the house.”
By Dominick DiRienzoabout a year ago in Poets
My lighthouse in the storm
In a house where light spills gently through lace curtains, and time seems to move in the soft rhythm of a bygone era, there was you, a vessel of boundless grace,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Stitched Memories of Miles and Moments
In the patchwork of our days, we wove our memories like an old quilt, stitched with the threads of our shared laughter.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
NATURE
**Ode to Nature** Nature, a masterpiece divine, A canvas painted, ever fine. With hues of green and blue so deep, A beauty that will never sleep.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
The silent scribe
In a house of ticking clocks, where sunlight falls in muted beams through lace curtains, I dwelt, a spectator in a script penned by unseen hands—
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
JUSTICE
**Ode to Justice** Justice, a beacon in the night, A guiding star, a shining light. A shield against oppression's might, A champion for what is right.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets