Ode

Whispers of the Unknown
In the heart of darkness, secrets lie, Beyond the stars, where dreams defy. Whispers of ancient tales unfold, In shadows deep, where legends hold.
By Pam Zee2 years ago in Poets
For The Men
Within the depths of the night, where greed reigns supreme, Lies the tale of men enduring a life of pain and dreams. As kids, we're taught to be tough, to never show our tears, To hide the scars of our struggles, buried deep within our fears.
By Just Phemi 2 years ago in Poets
Life of a Woman.
She is born with a spark in her eyes She grows up with curiosity and wonder She learns from her parents and teachers She dreams of her future and possibilities
By Just Phemi 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Lost Path. Content Warning.
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Odes to First Love. Content Warning.
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Guiding Light: Ode to a Teacher. Content Warning.
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
My Rendezvous with Life
My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Highly Sensitive People
The highly sensitive will tend to be philosophical or spiritual in their orientation, rather than materialistic or hedonistic. They dislike small talk.
By Rene Volpi 2 years ago in Poets
Disposable
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Never Lived in North West England in February
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By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
To the nuptials and back
On the streets of London they celebrated her one summer's day, and reveling in her beauty and kindness knowing the prestige she brought to the tarnishing crown,
By Sav Map2 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Rainbow. Content Warning.
In skies of blue, where dreams take flight, A rainbow blooms, a wondrous sight. With hues that dance and colors bright,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets