Ode Poems
Ode To Salt
by Pablo Neruda
This salt
in the salt cellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me
but
it sings
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
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Ode To A Goldfish
by Jack Robinson
This sad sequence came as aftermath
To the day I gave my goldfish a bath.
She was so happy. There was nary a scowl,
as she got her rubdown with the towel.
Then, into the water she slid -- in the nude,
to swim. A vision of piscatorial pulchritude.
I do get sentimental about a fish so ornamental..
And I knew: for her to flourish, I must properly nourish.
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The Robin's My Criterion For Tune
by Emily Dickinson
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune—
Because I grow—where Robins do—
But, were I Cuckoo born—
I'd swear by him—
The ode familiar—rules the Noon—
The Buttercup's, my Whim for Bloom—
Because, we're Orchard sprung—
But, were I Britain born,
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Alexander's Feast; Or, The Power Of Music
by John Dryden
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son—
Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero sate
On his imperial throne;
His valiant peers were placed around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound
(So should desert in arms be crowned);
The lovely Thais by his side
Sate like a blooming eastern bride
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Ode To Psyche
by John Keats
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even into thine own soft-conched ear:
Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see
The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?
I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly,
And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,
Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side
In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof
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Yayu's AI Keyboard
by Yayu Uppsurya
Upon the desk, a silent stage, it lies,
A realm of keys, where thoughts take flight.
Each button, firm and cold as winter's ice,
Bears tales of dreams, of endless night.
It sings no song, yet music flows,
A symphony of clacking sounds.
The stage is set, the actors poised,
In this grand play of written bounds.
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An ode to a skylark
by Baramundi Roy
I am a little skylark, and God painted my colour brown.
Some people look upon me, and in disappointment frown.
But God has been very wise you see, because I have found
that my colour camouflages me whenever I'm on the ground.
I would not change my colour even if I had the choice.
For God has given this little skylark a wonderful voice.
People look up in wonder whenever I'm on the wing.
as there, high in the sky, my melodious songs I sing.
An ode to a Trilobite
by Baramundi Roy
Swimming in profusion in the Cambrian sea
this lovely creature is so appealing to me.
It's a fossil of variety and surprise
with its simple three lobed shape and compound eyes.
On its primordial feet it scurried around
the ocean floor hunting for food to be found.
Whenever threatened, it would curl into a ball
like a modern cheese hog to escape from it all.
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Añuruedoahu
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In Biafra, when we drank from the tilting
cusps of dank leaves and washed with the spittle
of cassava,
the sun scorched like hell.
Añuruedoahu*, the oasis of war, like worldly
cowrie, stagnant, yet devoid of rural fetish,
calmed our nerves and built in the altar of
our souls hopes of answered prayers.
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To recollect the battle of Gloster hill(Solma-ri , Imjin River)
by Kinsley Lee
The late spring in the field, the coquelicots are blooming
In this Imjin area, on the vale and hill.
Spring’s coming, the red thieves were looming,
And human-wave attacking, to the Gloster hill.
Here and there, on the hero’s blood,
The flowers’re blooming as the hue of blood.
In this area, one thousand years ago,
The Tang Dynasty Army invaded
And the Silla soldiers blocked their blow.
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Franklin Pierce Adams (13 poems about Ode)
F.P.A.] (15 November 1881 – 23 March 1960 / Chicago, Illinois -
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