Ode An ode to all I've loved A special place in my heart Has been reserved for them Each with their own unique part An ode to them all My memories serve me good Thoughts preserved until death I would never forget if I could An ode to reminisce Thinking back smiling for all They all made me feel nice Warmth fills me up as I recall ©Schizology Ode #Ode #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Memories

Ode #Ode poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Memories #Poetry

Ode

An ode to all I've loved
A special place in my heart
Has been reserved for them
Each with their own unique part

An ode to them all
My memories serve me good
Thoughts preserved until death
I would never forget if I could

An ode to reminisce
Thinking back smiling for all
They all made me feel nice
Warmth fills me up as I recall

©Schizology Ode

#Ode #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Memories

Vinod Mishra

Liberty :a poem #independentindia #Poetry

Seagrette Omi Ngaihlian

Ode to December Once again the month of memories - of joy and pain has come.Where laughter and agony walked hand in hand,side by side...where dreadful tales become friends of the day, where nostalgia seeps deep down your core; where a number of events hold a part of daily life.Some lucky enough to enjoy the festivities together with loved ones, while some stuck in their cocoons,longing for the desires of their cold hearts which could never be warmed up again.Let's remember the bygone days no more and leave them all behind.Let's not forget the good old memories no doubt; and come out of our shells with youthful exuberance to celebrate the birth of the Saviour. I hope December you'd be kind and fair to me; at least this time. #Ode to December.

#Ode to December.

Anamitra Mondal

Ode to Bhutan. #poem

Rosy

been called to liberty

been called to liberty #nojotophoto

Seyyid Ali

I Love Thy Splashes On My Lashes, I Saw An Army On My Morning, There Jasmines And Roses Were Mail; With Thy Yellow Illumine. And Dew Drops Were Glow, A Blood Diamond On Leaves. Shows Your Shine On Wherever I Glaze. Birds Sing Ballad And Squirrels Squeak. And You Are The Cupid,An Unavoidable Wine, You An Erotica One Can't Explain, And You Can't Take The Thirst Of One Who Made; An Ode! Karol Zayede #Poem #Love #Ode

Karol Zayede #poem #Love #Ode

I Love Thy Splashes On My Lashes,
I Saw An Army On My Morning,
There Jasmines And Roses Were Mail;
With Thy Yellow Illumine.

And Dew Drops Were Glow,
A Blood Diamond On Leaves.
Shows Your Shine On Wherever I Glaze.
Birds Sing Ballad And Squirrels Squeak.
And You Are The Cupid,An Unavoidable Wine,
You An Erotica One Can't Explain,
And You Can't Take The Thirst Of One Who Made;
An Ode! Karol Zayede
#Poem
#Love
#Ode

Chakradhar Lochan Sairoop

Personification of Love, yet unaware of how to show Love. Rendered hard by the struggle of life and the hustle for life; Somewhere between correcting us and handling the Family, His love is blurred out while we focus on his discipline. Wanting to give us what's the best; likes and dislikes, both His and ours, get beclouded. Knowing that His love is unseen doesn't make him unhappy Because His happiness is in our success and prosperity. Seen by none while growing up, recognised by all up on retrospection, A Father's Love is nothing less to that of God's. An Ode to the Dad

An Ode to the Dad

Personification of Love, yet unaware of how to show Love.
Rendered hard by the struggle of life and the hustle for life;
Somewhere between correcting us and handling the Family,
His love is blurred out while we focus on his discipline.
Wanting to give us what's the best; likes and dislikes, both His and ours, get beclouded.
Knowing that His love is unseen doesn't make him unhappy
Because His happiness is in our success and prosperity.
Seen by none while growing up, recognised by all up on retrospection,
A Father's Love is nothing less to that of God's. An Ode to the Dad

Shayra

Amidst the tranquil embrace of the horizon, Rise the mountains, timeless and grand. Their rugged slopes, adorned with mist, Echo the whispers of ages past. Each craggy cliff, a monument of resilience, Weathering storms with unwavering defiance. In their towering presence, a sense of awe, As they beckon adventurers to explore and draw. These ancient sentinels, steadfast and bold, Guarding secrets and stories untold. Majestic and serene, yet mighty and wild, Mountains, nature's masterpiece, undefiled. ©Shayra #mountainsnearme #poem #shortpoem #Life #Life_experience #Ode

#mountainsnearme #poem #shortpoem Life #Life_experience #Ode #Poetry

twisha ray

Everyday is a story, waiting to be told With each page we turn, new adventures unfold We fill the pages with laughter, love, and joy And we cherish each memory, like a precious toy Everyday is a gift, To be embraced with open arms, A chance to find joy and lift, Our spirits from life's harms. Everyday may seem mundane, But it's filled with opportunity, To discover something new again, And let our souls run free. The sun may rise and set, But the moments in between, Are ones we should never forget, As they shape our lives and dreams. Everyday we have a choice, To make the most of what we're given, To lend a hand, to raise our voice, And make the world a better place to live in. So let us cherish each new day, And all the blessings it brings, For life is short, and time does not delay, Let's make everyday mean something ©twisha ray Ode to routine. #lifelessons #everyday

Ode to routine. #lifelessons #everyday #Life

Everyday is a story, waiting to be told
With each page we turn, new adventures unfold
We fill the pages with laughter, love, and joy
And we cherish each memory, like a precious toy
Everyday is a gift,
To be embraced with open arms,
A chance to find joy and lift,
Our spirits from life's harms.
Everyday may seem mundane,
But it's filled with opportunity,
To discover something new again,
And let our souls run free.
The sun may rise and set,
But the moments in between,
Are ones we should never forget,
As they shape our lives and dreams.
Everyday we have a choice,
To make the most of what we're given,
To lend a hand, to raise our voice,
And make the world a better place to live in.
So let us cherish each new day,
And all the blessings it brings,
For life is short, and time does not delay,
Let's make everyday mean something

©twisha ray Ode to routine.
#lifelessons
#everyday

Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet

Ode to the upcoming spring ---------------------------------------- Shukdeb Mazumder Only you come with some flowers awesome and a smile on your face keeping pace with the preface to the upcoming spring- and be a cuckoo singing or a bunch of witch-hazels clinging to my wretched life- then I will be alive through all obstacles very vive! ©Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet #Ode to the upcoming spring

#Ode to the upcoming spring #Poetry

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