Post by lagoonagreen on Feb 14, 2008 21:24:37 GMT -5
Ode
An Ode is a poem praising and glorifying a person, place or thing.
Example #1:
An Ode To Dreamers
When dreamers dream
And lovers love
Do they receive their visions
From heaven above?
Or do they originate
Where all things start
Within our minds
Within our hearts?
I know not all
But what I do know is this
You cannot build a Kingdom
Upon a flimsy wish
So believe in your dreams
Follow them blind
Lest you loose them all,
To the hands of time.
Copyright © 2000 B. R. Jording
Example #2:
Ode To A Butterfly
Oh! the butterfly
he flutters all day,
he roams the skies
with some delay.
He alights on trees, fences
and roses,
to whatever attracts his fancy
he will do his poses.
He's up, he's down
he dances with the breeze,
he comes, he goes
and does it with ease.
As I watch him
in pure delight,
I begin to wonder
if he knows his own plight.
For soon spring turns into summer
then summer flies quickly by,
the sun setting early
into a darkening sky.
The butterfly is gone now
replaced by snow,
but he will be back again
to put on his beautiful show.
Copyright © 2001 Lorraine Nisbet
An Ode is a poem praising and glorifying a person, place or thing.
Example #1:
An Ode To Dreamers
When dreamers dream
And lovers love
Do they receive their visions
From heaven above?
Or do they originate
Where all things start
Within our minds
Within our hearts?
I know not all
But what I do know is this
You cannot build a Kingdom
Upon a flimsy wish
So believe in your dreams
Follow them blind
Lest you loose them all,
To the hands of time.
Copyright © 2000 B. R. Jording
Example #2:
Ode To A Butterfly
Oh! the butterfly
he flutters all day,
he roams the skies
with some delay.
He alights on trees, fences
and roses,
to whatever attracts his fancy
he will do his poses.
He's up, he's down
he dances with the breeze,
he comes, he goes
and does it with ease.
As I watch him
in pure delight,
I begin to wonder
if he knows his own plight.
For soon spring turns into summer
then summer flies quickly by,
the sun setting early
into a darkening sky.
The butterfly is gone now
replaced by snow,
but he will be back again
to put on his beautiful show.
Copyright © 2001 Lorraine Nisbet