Ode

Golden Ring Poem
This poem explores the journey of a golden ring through different hands and hearts, emphasizing its timeless symbol of love and the magic it holds in connecting people across generations.
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
Prince of Persia Poem
In lands where sands whisper secrets of old, A tale unfolds, of a prince bold and gold. In Persia's realm, where the sun fiercely glows,
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
Poem for My Little Daughter
In the dawn of each new morning, as the sun begins to rise, There blooms a world of wonder in my little daughter’s eyes. A universe of giggles and a galaxy of grace,
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
The Golden Sun
In the dawning hush, a whisper breaks the night, Heralding the rise of an ancient, golden light. From the eastern cradle, where the horizon sleeps,
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas Day
In twilight's hush, where stars alight, The world transforms to softest night, A season's spell, a yuletide call, Where winter's breath enshrouds us all.
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
The Iron Train Journey
In the heart of twilight, where shadows play, There breathes an iron beast, grand and gray. With a whistle shrill and a mighty roar,
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
The Cat's Call
In the quiet of a moonlit night, When shadows dance in silver light, A creature roams with silent grace, A feline form, a mystic face.
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
The Perfect Stars
Beneath the vast and endless night, they gleam, The stars, those ancient beacons bright, they beam. Across the velvet canopy, they spread,
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
Moonlit Night Poem
In the stillness of the night, where shadows dance, The moon ascends, a celestial trance, Her silver beams, a tender, gentle light,
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
Goldfinch Demise
There he lay on the gravel, sadly, lifeless now dead Papa Goldfinch ** Today I found a dead male goldfinch; I have no idea what caused his death. It might have been a building strike or an attack by a cat or hawk. His mate and fledged babies might miss him or not. I know a female is nesting again. 🥲
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Silenced
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
boy on the beach
little boy on the beach eager eyed and smiling using his green shovel to hurl patches of sand up into the air see how it flies, child
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets