Poems classified as: Ode

Ode! One of the most beautiful genre of poetry. A lyrical stanza built up on three major parts: the strophe, the antistrophe, and the epode. An intricately structured poem describing a theme intellectually or emotionally. Originated from the Greek Ode, this genre is a personal lyrical composition that could be sung and recited. These odes are sure to sweep you off your feet.

Ode To A Friendzone

Ode To A Friendzone ode

The storm has settled, the rush is dead. After everything that could have been, Flows pain, bloodred. Emptiness rises, The tree shakes no more, whirling tears, beaten down without a sore. The foundation burns, as the heart laid bare. What

Ode To Big B & Little T

Ode To Big B & Little T ode

The endless miles apart Cannot still their beating hearts The power of their love Carried on the wings of a dove Their smiles when together Tell a story of their own Carefree and contented Together they have grown The toils

Ode to a Mosquito

Ode to a Mosquito ode

O lady of the night O lady mosquito What cruel trick of nature Would divine to make it so That war must rage In perpetuality Where you should seek To give me strife And I should seek To take your

Ode To The Cat

Ode To The Cat ode

He lay asleep, a contemplative air, On the window ledge, in the warm morning sun. Seeming so beyond the reach of a care, And I believed all his worldly duties done. The world courtesies as it passes him by, As

The Crane

The Crane ode

Oh bird, your meditation, that Indian monks borrowed And conduct school of meditation, with no means, To their ends, as they do it artificially, as a road-show; But thou makes it creative to find your prey and catch it As

Tribute to Nelson Mandela

Tribute to Nelson Mandela ode

What manner of global icon so venerated? A sage of global repute, a demi-god politically deified, a martyr once resurrected and a hero eternally celebrated. Deeply rooted in the annals of Africa’s peculiar history are your seemingly unachieveable and unparalleled

Ode To Winter

Ode To Winter ode

You are not a season but a presence, An imagined whisper in someone’s ear. And with your hollow footsteps of silence, Perhaps a traveler who is not here. A Phantom that haunts the city, That we inhabit while we are

Norwester

Norwester ode

Silent heat rose from the molten embers of a dying day, The grey asphalt lay sweating in the setting sun of scorching May. A drop falls hither; Eyelids quiver, A soggy breeze from the wild wet west Made my moist

Bombay City

Bombay City ode

A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting

Mater Moi (Mother)

Mater Moi (Mother) short poem ode

Farthest you have gone but in thoughts remain Time alleviates sorrow loss hardest to explain With undying devotion you raised me just fine Telling what was right not cross over thin line Placidity of disposition far reaching foresight Helped me

Brown Eyes

Brown Eyes ode

The baker said, I want brown. Sin-steeped chocolate sauce, Caramel crusty and burnt, Cashew roasted to an infinite dark. The painter said, I want brown. Raw umber, tempered With a downy fawn and spiked With shots of bronze. The chef

An Ode To My Son

An Ode To My Son ode

You entered my life and merriment begun, The warm hugs and sparkling eyes, In your tiny fists, You held so much fun. From babbling and broken words, Stumbling steps to bold strides, I watched you grow with eager eyes. With

Ode to Neruda

Ode to Neruda ode

Ode to Pablo Neruda There are poets of the day, the sun, the stones, in whose words, the world is a caged bird, that has forgotten its wings. They repeatedly tell us facts that we just can’t refute. And there

To My Neha

To My Neha ode

I hated you the first time I had known you, You had this air, You stole my friend, (Or so I thought) and I was crazy jealous. I hated you to supreme heights. And now after nearly two decades, Of