Ode

The Space Between
I turned away when his gaze lingered too long, feeling the weight of something I wasn’t ready to name. There was steadiness in him,
By Eva A. Schellingerabout a year ago in Poets
Different
I’m sorry I’m not who I was then If you’ve known me long enough You’ll know you’ve never met the same person twice Is it a virtue or a vice
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The lights of Christmas
See them twinkle in the twilight feel their warmth at the dawn just a blink and it's over one more moment and it's gone
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
An Ode to Inner Light
The forest leans into its quiet song, Veins of light threading through the trees. Beneath the canopy, the air thickens, Alive with the pulse of unseen life—
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
John Lennon
❤️A Peaceful Soul Taken from us❤️ John was a man of love and peace, Whose music brought our hearts release. With every note, he shared his dream,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band
Ode to the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band In a haze of jazz and a twist of the mad, The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band made the world glad.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Blood Crow
Look upon us See our scars From battles past Yet, we are the ones that last No false platitudes Told we have bad attitudes
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Music Box Memory
Maple frame, pretty little girl with a kerchief, holding a basket in a field of green. A perfect Christmas present The last one from a chilly New York Christmas
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Poets
The Saint
Preface: I am Irish and I am making attempts to learn and speak my mother tongue, Irish/Gaeilge. As such, I would wrote the following poem in both English and translated it into Irish. Due to Vocal guidelines, only the English version is available. The full version is available on Mediun and Substack. Enjoy.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Frozen Horizons
You reside in a world where time stands still, Where flakes of snow float gently, suspended above the chimney tops, A flawless globe made of glass, barely spanning ten centimetres,
By Shivika Bhattacharjiabout a year ago in Poets
A Villanelle to Palo Santo . Top Story - November 2024.
Send me your white smoke as I set you alight, Calligraphy in the air swirling unending into circles; How they bend, they break in my mind sight.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Just a sinner
I’m not making it to Heaven, Those golden gates don’t want me. I’m too much of a no-good sinner, And baby, that is just fine by me.
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a year ago in Poets