Most Liked Ode Poems (274)

We shared our dreams,
We shared our fears,
We shared our thoughts,
We shed our tears.

But only for a moment.

I found a friend,
I found my love,
I found my soulmate,
A gift from above.

But only for a moment.

I gave my soul,
I gave my heart,
I gave my being,
A brand new start.

But only for a moment.

The memories still will last forever.

He was not my father, though he might as well have been,
And he was once a sailor, in the fight against Japan.
My two best friends are his sons, loyal through-and-through.
He used to take us fishing, in a spring-fed creek he knew.
We roasted ears of corn from a nearby farmer’s field,
And chilled some watermelons where the spring was crystal clear.

I’d watch the brothers catching crawdads, baiting up their lines,
‘Til one fine day I got the nerve, and finally baited mine.
My first fish was caught there, a catfish ‘bout this big,
On that self-same crawdad, that I shakily had rigged.
I learned to swim in that old creek, in our favorite hole,
We hiked the hills around it, ‘til we could walk no more.

We’d build a fire from deadfall limbs and watch it all night long.
And maybe tell a joke or two, or sing a favorite song.
Blue-gill perch and pumpkinseed were our evening fare.
Cooked crispy, sweet and savory with tender loving care,
By their Mom, the sweetest woman you could ever meet,
Who’d care for us, watch over us, ‘til in the tent we’d creep.

We’d giggle and we’d talk, ‘til up a snore would float,
The two awake just rolling at the third’s symphonic note.
We’d talk awhile, and laugh some more, and finally settle down.
But I was always last to go, a natural night-owl.
I’d put my chin upon my hands, and look out through the fly,
At this very special mariner, we’ll miss until we die.

Whoami?
Hadeda Ibis : Bostrychia hagedash
Whatdoilooklike?
I have an elongated down-curved bill, a bit larger than a guinea fowl. I’m greyish- or grey-brown with blackish wing- and tail feathers. In certain lighting, a beautiful metallic purple or greenish lustre is visible on my wing coverts. My bill is kind of black, with a red line on the top of the upper bill. My legs and feet are grey, with a line of red scales running down the front and the tops of the toes.
Wheredoihunt?
I’m very well known in the urban areas I inhabit, but in the non-breeding season I often gather in larger numbers to feed, or at roost sites, where it can get very loud.
Whatlanguagedoispeak?
My call is a haunting, raucous, loud and harsh “Hah - hah - hah de dah”, uttered from a perch, or while I’m in flight.
Whodoihangoutwith?
I’m usually with a buddy or a small group...
Whatamiabout?
I’m the king of my domain,
I call as I please, and bother not whom I displease,
I strut as I please, without a care in the world if you please,
Many people view me as a pest, but they’re doing me a great injustice,
I’m a breath of fresh air amidst a deleterious and artificial world,
I’m an instant connection to nature, I envigorate those around me,
My beautiful, haunting call will immediately clear up the cobwebs of your artificial environment,
And will bond you with the freshness of nature,
As soon as you hear my call, you’ll stop what you’re doing, run outside and look for me,
The, you will draw peace and strength from me,
Your eyes will become brighter,
Your step will liven, your soul will be activated,

Iwannabeahadeda...,
Iwannabeahadeda...,
Iwannabeahadeda...

There's a hundred years of history,
And a hundred before that,
All gathered in the thinkin'
Goin' on beneath this hat.

And back behind his eyeballs
And pumpin' through his veins,
Is the ghost of every cowboy
That ever held the reins.

Every coil in his lasso's
Been thrown a million times,
His quite concentrations
Been distilled through ancient minds.

It's evolution workin'
When silver scratches hide,
And a ghostly cowboy chorus
Fills his head and says 'let's ride'.

The cold flame burns within him
'Till his skins as cold as ice,
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth every sacrifice.

All the miles spent sleep drivin'
All the money down the drain,
All the 'if I's' and 'nearly's'
All the bandages and pain.

All the female tears left dryin'
All the fever and the fight,
Are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonight.

It's guts and love and glory,
One mortal's chance at fame,
His legacy is rodeo,
And cowboy is his name.

From two, or dos, is what's about,
I can not write, which can only be felt,
I Can't feel which can only be said,
I Can not say which can only be read.

Not without sight, or sound, can it be lost,
Forgotten, without trust and said,
That two always works the best,
Confusing? No. A calmon thread.

With dark locks parted in rank and file
not one stray hair there all the while
She, of few words, with voice of power
Exponentially more deserving of more than a simple flower
My heart is thine, e'er I stay
at this locale, so out of the way.
Dost thou notice me? i think not
but if so, then i shall be caught
within your bewitching gaze
Today shall lead the rest of my days
But if your heart belongs to another
Then i wish the best for this brother
if he hath the gift to keep her happy
It would best server her interests in spite of me
To see a gentle soul like hers find peace
Puts my a'flutterin heart at ease.
E'erforth, she, as is now, shall be sweet
Sweet as temptation would make a daring feat.
'Tis not right to take what is not mine.
especially her, so soft and fine.
Yet, if she dost think much of this poor fool
for the rest of days would i be, happily under her rule.
I'm happy to say in this romance, as I finish,
that I did not make a rhyme with spinach.

O shamrock from across the sea,
No sweeter could one ever be.
Such a kind and gentle soul,
That from me my heart you stole.

Your voice is like a melody,
A song composed as if for me.
Dulcet tones so soft and fair,
Symphony as light as air.

You give me more than I can say,
With true affection ev'ry day.
You make my life worth living,
So full of love, so giving.

A lovely flower never grew,
One half as beautiful as you.
Now until my life is done,
You will be my only one.

A flame was rekindled one spring afternoon,
Despite the emptiness of deserts in June.
From the moment of his first consecrated breath,
He cried out for sustenance, for love beyond death.
And when they fused in a crucible of form,
An ancient beauty did his soul transform:
Tired personality re-animated by love,
Sent mercifully from the vast skies above.
And then he looked back, across a long stretch of years
Through a veil painted with exhaustion and tears,
And he saw himself, reflected, at rest on a pyre,
And then he became what he always had been:
His child, glorified, with a soul of fire.

What do you say
on this lovely Autumn day ?

As we sit side by side under the leafy bough
enjoying this magical moment together.
Birds sing out and rust coloured leaves shower
down on our feet. Could this be forever ?

What do you say ?

Dreams are made of moments like this
its what I dreamed of in the past.
A handsome prince and a lingering kiss
a magical moment. Will it forever last ?

What do you say ?

Dimmed are the memories of yesteryear
our hopes have built new dreams
of love and tenderness with you near.
Tell me Dear, is this what love means ?

What do you say ?

Is that a smile upon your face I see ?
At last the future is looking bright
and the birds sing loudly in the tree.
All is well and together we'll be right.

What do you say
on this lovely Autumn day ?

This lovely land, was built by hand,
Generations in the makin'.
The stones they found, prised from the ground,
Became the bones of fam'ly homes,
And pony's stalls, or pasture walls,
All trimmed just right and fitted tight.
Thatched roofs they fledged with straw or sedge,
This land is cold, the wind is bold,
They had no logs but did have bogs,
So dried the peat to make their heat.
Used what they had, these clever lads.
And so unchanged some things remain,
Built strong to stand and grace this land.
Yes there's the rains, the crooked lanes,
And prices high to make you cry.
But oh the charms, the people warm,
Will make you smile, with wit and style.
From far away I came to stay,
And tour a while this Em'rald Isle.
Though I must part I leave my heart,
Until once more I gain these shores.