Ode is in fact a type of song, which was sung with the accompaniment of music or at least with a lyre. The word ode has actually been taken from a Greek word oide, which means song.
A poem, written for my friend Maureen, who lost her only grandchild, 8 days old. A Precious Glimmer of Hope!
John Keats highlights the beauty of existence and eternal peace in his "Ode to a Nightingale"
Recently I have lacked the inspiration to write anything new but it just took a change of scenery and a day in this beautiful garden to re-inspire me to write this poem.
If a dollar bill could talk it might sound something like this. Ever felt like you've lost your worth and value? It hurts. Take a short trip along this dollar's memory lane.
There have been many foreclosed houses. They are now run down waiting for a new owner to come and breathe life back into them. This is how I pursue how my house must feel while it waits.
My cat died on Christmas morning many years ago. This poem captures the painful loss of this sweet, graceful cat.
This Ode is written from true accounts of my childhood about a three-legged yellow lab who adopted us as his family.
Someone asked me why I bother writing if my audience isn't enormous and few remember my words. I wrote this poem in response to her. Find out what my writing does for me, even if no one ever reads it.
A poem I wrote about being a twin when I was in seventh grade