#ode poems on Hello Poetry

Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018

Ode

Raise your hands and
touch the strings of my
soul

Feel the music of my life
between your fingers
with every strum and
pluck

Listen to the magic of
my inner melody
Both the tranquil and
the disastrous spells

Dear everyone and no-one,
beloved musician
this is my ode

We all have our own inner melody. It's all about finding the right person who harmonises with you.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***

#ode #music #soul #mate #kind #magic #life #spell

Louisa Coller Jun 2018

Everybody Loves You.

Oh Lou,
You raise words we fear to say,
with tender and gentle vocals,
how do you hold such grace with words?
The taste of the bitterness they spread,
coat it in sugar and feed it us again,
with your lipstick coated smile.
Lou, kind hearted, elgant Lou,
the things I would sacrifice for you,
dignity and face,
I’ll offer them blind.
Dear angelic Lou of skies,
nothing wrong could come from your lips,
if accused the accusation, words shall die,
For your life is more important than mine.

I have never wrote an ode to myself, it was almost awkward to create. Admittedly, this was an attitude some people have given me in the past. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans to this day, but there are some people you meet who think you have to be a 100% right all the time in order to be their friend, one mark of darkness and you are a bad, bad person with no aim of redemption. Which is tragic.

I am someone for forgiveness, I think we should always forgive people even if they’ve hurt us very badly, so we, ourselves can heal; by forgive, I do not mean befriend them, I simply mean, acknowledge they did something bad and aim to work out what is best for the situation.

The bitter and sugar refers to how I’ve encountered some horrible people and how I always try my hardest even with the worse of people, to find the best in them, sometimes you can get somewhere and the path to emotional healing can begin for them, other cases, you can get some stubborn individuals who refuse to acknowlege they are in any kind of wrong at all. So I suppose, this poem is majorly about ego and how sometimes it can be destructive to cut yourself short or praise yourself too highly, too things I have majorly suffered with throughout my life.

I did alter the last line when re-reading it, from mentioning my name again to “Your life is more important than mine”, solely because I feel sometimes when people share a reputation of any kind and a nice following, they sometimes belittle themselves over the success of the other.

I am always saddened when people compare themselves to those of higher popularity, but I think it’s very common for those with insecurities to do so, I just hope one day they can love themselves just as much as they love these people they look up to.

#love #ode #selflove

Khushi Batra May 2018

dear grandma

Dear naani ma,
I’ll always remember the stories you told, the cakes you baked and the laughs we shared. I still chuckle out loud, at the memory when you were trying the new recipe and I insisted on doing the frosting, on those cupcakes, and later on, we had a food fight. How much I miss those days, when I was able to run back to you, whenever, I fought with my siblings! I’ll always miss our adventurous trips. I laugh at that day, when you encouraged me to ride on that roller coaster and later on, you yourself, backed out. Even today, I see your knitting needles lying carelessly on your dressing table.
Your room still smells of you and your comforting scent. I miss you so much that whenever a song comes on the radio, I get reminded of our car karaoke sessions. Now, whenever I go to the park, and see someone picking up flowers, I can’t help and wonder if you’d come back. I’m writing this to let you know that I miss you, I miss your smile, your laugh, your scent, your dishes, your words and of course you. Thank you for teaching me how to love and care, thank you for giving birth to my mother. Thank you for being you. I hope we meet again, one day, among the clouds or between the waves. May your soul rest in peace!
Love,
Khushi:)

i miss her so much, i feel like crying, ***

#crygrandparents #grandma #mother #rest #in #peace #death #poem #letter #ode

Shaylie Pryer May 2018

Ode to Mine

Mine.
The sanctity of that one word brings comfort like how the
caresses of your touch brings trails of starlight,
That word bounds more than the physical,
But with each it fulfills the moon to which it's purpose is to shines upon our moments,
its glow is to illuminate the illusion of all the time in the world.

And if that's all the time we have then I will conjure more,
Even if it's imaginary
Because you are worth the value that reflects on a mirror,
And I don't need the list to narrate those parts of you,
Because it reflects on me everyday.

All I want is the wholeness of you that
makes the day seem bright from the moonlight before and everyday
the affection that grows which never tried to by its own making, has developed and intensified because of you.

A feeling indescribable that it isn't on a list of my own.
But you can take and name it for me if you must, we can share the growth that it comes from.

Because what's mine, is yours .

First time I've written in awhile, I'm on a newfound journey

#partner #affection #feeling #ode #passion #creative #boyfriend #together #wholesome #alone

Adam Lawler May 2018

john o' hanlon

morning coco pops and
silence in the low house
we creep around the halls
a playground, a waterpark

whatever we wanted
until he appears in the doorway
caught rapid hand in biscuit tin
wraps us in his puce embrace

it is in the wind that blows across the cold north beach
it is in the rain that bids hydrangea bloom
it is in the golden crust that tops the rhubarb ****
and in the weight that comes with "see you soon"

buzzcut season in the air
wooden hearts are carved with care
arrows fly through misty skies
watch him climb the spiral stair

An Ode. 29/3/2018

#ode

sunflower May 2018

Wildflower

You're this one whole world,
created by my poetic imagination.
An ode to love,
A sound so sweet.
You're a delicate soul,
a sunset to all.
They said angels boast ethereal vigor ,
and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
You are one of these many seed,
you grow within my heart.
You bloom like a wildflower,
in a field of ethereal road.
And for once,
I will not pick this wildflower,
as I want it to bloom in my heart forever.

For when I was scrolling through picturequotes and found this very beautiful quote by Virgil and it says, 'Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.' I could only think of a person. It's you.

ㅡ n.s

#wildflower #poetic #ode #love #sound #sweet #delicate #angels #seed #ethereal

em May 2018

An Ode to Open Windows and Flickering Candles

You remind me that I am good.
Even when I am a million miles away,
Hovering above this body I live in,
You carry in a breeze
A freshness that blows out the cobwebs
In a soft way so I don’t feel the tearing
of sticky string from the parts of my head clothed in shadow.
Thank you.
I can breathe again.

smells like jasmine & honeysuckle

#candle #window #ode

Ceyhun Mahi May 2018

Instagram (on someone)

I think you are the only one,
    Who’s normal in my busy feed.
In crowds, my affection you’ve won,
    And are the one who I do need.

They post those pretty, prideful pics,
    While you just share so modestly,
Upon a day from one to six
    Pictures who are so glittery.

You have some friends who post like you,
    Dainty with their beautiful styles,
With pastel pink and pastel blue,
    Evoking love, evoking smiles.

Thank you, my distant star-like friend,
    Who I know only through my phone,
This with my peace to you I send,
    While I do stay to you unknown!

#instagram #ode #quatrains #realness