They taught me to use the dot Which marks the spot To where the sentence halts to a stop. From just one swift motion, The little mark on the page Holds great meaning. As I aged, the dot became a part of my life. Never once has there been a day I ceased to use it. Like a fish to a fisherman, Or perhaps a pet to its doting owner, There was a mutual relationship.
With every line I craft to this very moment, The single dot wanders in my mind, telling me to stop. A nagging voice in my head, Demanding I end and continue on. But like a magnificent, lyrical piece, The caesura that follows Evokes a powerful emotion that can only be caused by silence. Followed by a heavy flow of thunderous chords that seem to strike harder after the pause.
It could be calm before the storm Or the breath you take. Is it foreshadowing or relief? It's pointless to ask When there are no boundaries.
Despite its meager appearance, The speck of ink holds the silent night sky That disrupts the blaring sun. What follows? There are never-ending possibilities.
Mother Nature brought me Sleep that lasts forever A step she made herself With her strong, delicate hands, Darkness is as peaceful as an empty tunnel. I brushed my hand against it As though it was a gentle beast Fur made of nothing and everything. Erratic ends, My mind a dart of panic, Fast, analytical prey Crimson red, was lead By the slight breeze, A hunting cat, A mouse: My soul was honored this way By the lucid experience It saw for the first time I seemed small, unimportant A member of the law,
Law unworthy of the wonderful chaos Of the unknown in what we call life.
Sleep brought me an escape from reality, something nothing else can ever accomplish. Hours and hours of freedom like a pair of wings taking flight, shifting reality with their very might. Taking me away from the stress, to a land of dreams, a playground for my minds fanatics. Getting to take a break, relax from a hard day, forget about all the troubles, and being able to wake up refreshed like a reborn phoenix.
Challenges, tough as a lion, but can make you feel like towering over the world It's a long journey, rough seas,thick walls you will go through it all. Challenges will vary, Always on the alert, you feel wary.
Feeling strong as a bull, nothing will defeat you.
Always building and progressing is not always easy, People will say "You can't do it", so cheesy. Prove them wrong and soar like an eagle through what you learn All the work will pay off and you will be free, unstoppable, strong, and bold. And in the end, who knows what you'll be able to hold.
Fragrance ever present, it fills or lives with sweet fascination like the first rays of light to caress the earth It flutters by in wisps of joy bringing light to the eyes of all who witness the subtle breezes of honey and ocean waves But it is given a great injustice for it is inevitably overlooked While the world is caught up in the glamour of sight We do not realize the soft wonders fragrance brings us all It dutifully protects us, warning of the dangers this planet is plagued with, like the loyal cavalry, asking for no pay, to guard us in our lives It is the flickering candle in a dark cavern It is the stream of pure, crisp water in a temperate autumn forest Without it, all would be dull
The structure of the human body, a white, stone like frame. A framework of solid MILK, it’s what keeps us from going floppy.
A glorious castle made of quarts with guards to ward off invaders. Stoic and thankless for the work it’s done like a god in a country of atheists.
An enormous wall under siege from the world constantly being beaten but remaining standing. Hiding away within a warm, wet darkness it guards the weak, defenseless organs like a mother hen defends it’s chicks.
Take a moment to thank your milky warrior feed it some yummy milk.
Mom walked to the table dinner in her hands homemade baked spaghetti that smell lifts me in the air and carries me to the table. I devour it like a wolf who hasn't eaten in weeks. Dad bought a dream cake. I sink my teeth in it like a shark does to its prey. My taste buds leap in excitement. With my parents help the food is gone in a split second. It makes us smile, relaxed, and happy. We can pray, we can say our thanks. But it will never be enough to make up for the food we are given. And the people who make it. Food brings us together, and together, we are happy.
I step outside to be greeted by dog. Her soft, velvet fur, brushing up on my leg. Her eyes, like windows, peering into a loving soul. Her tongue, a blanket lightly brushing my face. My loving companion, always close, always kind. A ray of sunshine brightening up an otherwise mundane morning. She is like a bed, always a relief after a long day. Dog is my companion. Dog is my friend.
Gadgets to simple knicknacks, sunburns and red, ripe scrapes, blue bruises to picking berries, it was gone in an instant, but remembered for an eternity.
From tapping nintendos until our thumbs peeled and turning red from our own form of pressure, from getting lost until sundown with the cotton candy clouds looking down on us, from water guns to sugary sweet avocado popsicles and watermelon eating contests, it didn’t seem blissful until it wasn’t there at all.
Dear childhood, when my biggest problem was if i’d win the next competition, if i’d resolve a quarrel with my best friend before the morning, and if i’d finally make that basket, you’re at the core of me, like anything great in life, you were gone before anyone could be grateful.
BANG! BANG! You make my heart flutter The bullets fly true, Like soft birds of a flock, Who fly together to the end. I grasp thee, Undying determination flowing through me, Gazing past the darkest times, With a soul of steel courage. I wish thee to attack my opponents With my finger, Godly touch. Simply take aim and send the power Through my hand Through my finger Through my gun Into the threat I see. Like a truck, And immovable force, An unstoppable force of nature and human ingenuity.
The power of the mind To create such a thing
However, the cost must be known Though intricate steel and gunpowder, A deathly toll is to pay. Life is a wonder without price And to take it so simply Is a madman´s endeavor. The bullet, piercing, flowing, slicing, Is destined for death, And though intentions may be bright Effects may be more than dimming. But if precautions are in order, And the situation is right, Power can be used correctly.
To inforce order, To protect the innocent, To feed the community, And to save the day.
Hilo High School gave me A wonderful teacher Who has amazing knowledge Ready to give to us, Everything she knew. I entered the class Not knowing of what to expect Like a person entering a cage Of never ending darkness. Suddenly hit with light, Exposed to the great knowledge, My mind was opened, By a great person An amazing teacher. I was honored greatly By a heavenly teacher. My mind was To a level never reached before My brain felt unacceptable Like a decrepit scholar,
A scholar of the cure, Of the knowledge.
Nevertheless, I resisted the burning temptation To burn this temple of knowledge down. I resisted the impulse to neglect This knowledge To put it in an unbreakable cage And each day look as if I don’t need it Like delinquents in a school Who choose to places their hands on The books given to them by a prisoner, Rather than open the books of Mrs. Marino’s knowledge And I opened up the book, And read until the book was past its last page.
When I set it down anywhere I am set free It makes my dreams come true And it lets me lie to you I can do whatever I want So you won't know the truth
I can move it around I can make lines Thick and thin Watch it twirl Watch it swirl I hold it in my hand Just letting it dance Let it do what it wants I can't stop Its too much fun I am in control Of my little world Just watch me go
A picture forms From my mind It's amazing What can come from a line A treat for the eyes
doesn't matter what you say Its all made up anyway
Every morning I arrive to school two radiant forces shine upon me One is the sun, glowing gold The other is her smile Radiant and full of undeserved love
Mayhaps they are but one A single light-bringing force
She is the sun She lights up the room A brilliant being Eyes of green and hazel ablaze Let me possess thine glow, Beauty, and poise
Your kindness is that of a delicate flower Softness expressed in your embrace Loveliness in the midst of the unbreaking wild Astounding, yet bold A gentle statement held firm By roots which you have planted in soil of love
My grandma brought Into this world a beautiful soul which she nursed with her caring hands A soul as soft as sheep I hugged my mom with warm care Honored by her presence my heart was a baby crying and sad seeking guidance from something of status someone of accomplishments someone truly worthy of my sincere adoration the moral of my ode it Honor what you have Honor what you will always have A mothers love
When I come home I sit on my throne, a place where I can finally be alone, made of shiny and white porcelain, a thing that many under appreciate, I love to rest on my throne,
there are many other thrones in this vast world, but there is only one that I can call home, I will always have an ode, to my beautiful white throne, For my throne is just another humble abode,
just because it is everywhere, just because it is unappreciated, doesn't mean it's not as important as money, oh, I will always have an ode, to my white porcelain throne,
One melody, a hundred words Focuses our emotions, and let them be heard Some may say it saved them, and kept them alive Showed them that they should live, and have death unheard
Music can change anyone It can inspire, relate, connect, and show What this world has become The world we now do not know
Most who had gone through a lot Use music to get away From all the pain before they go insane Waiting for the day where they're okay
Lyrics, a melody, a voice, and a connection Creates the best song What shaped me into who i've become today And makes me feel I belong
a new pack of cherry lip balm fresh out of the pack, like fresh food right out of the oven so heavenly and delicious. about the size of a toothpick perfect to take along with you from place to place
oh chapstick you bring much happiness to many its impossible to think of life without you like the earth without oxygen it would fell as though something has gone missing
oh chapstick you bring much joy to the dry like a dry sea that has been quenched of its thirst Or like a dry lake bed that is waiting to be filled oh chapstick how much i love you. The meaning of this ode is to always moisturize.
Trapped to its frame yet so divine fragile and fine a memory left to hang. So many moments captured and still confined preserved for a peace of mind. oh the emotions you bring and the thousands of words you sing. something oh so big trapped in something oh so small a priceless artifact for all Almost like your favorite show you watch over and over again so fragile yet strong. quite like the mind but appreciated by all for you are trapped in time bare for all the eyes in line. -scout
Ode to .
ReplyDeleteThey taught me to use the dot
Which marks the spot
To where the sentence halts to a stop.
From just one swift motion,
The little mark on the page
Holds great meaning.
As I aged, the dot became a part of my life.
Never once has there been a day
I ceased to use it.
Like a fish to a fisherman,
Or perhaps a pet to its doting owner,
There was a mutual relationship.
With every line I craft to this very moment,
The single dot wanders in my mind,
telling me to stop.
A nagging voice in my head,
Demanding I end and continue on.
But like a magnificent, lyrical piece,
The caesura that follows
Evokes a powerful emotion
that can only be caused by silence.
Followed by a heavy flow of thunderous chords
that seem to strike harder after the pause.
It could be calm before the storm
Or the breath you take.
Is it foreshadowing or relief?
It's pointless to ask
When there are no boundaries.
Despite its meager appearance,
The speck of ink holds the silent night sky
That disrupts the blaring sun.
What follows?
There are never-ending possibilities.
-Fork
Ode to Death
ReplyDeleteMother Nature brought me
Sleep that lasts forever
A step she made herself
With her strong, delicate hands,
Darkness is as peaceful as an empty tunnel.
I brushed my hand against it
As though it was a gentle beast
Fur made of nothing and everything.
Erratic ends,
My mind a dart of panic,
Fast, analytical prey
Crimson red, was lead
By the slight breeze,
A hunting cat,
A mouse:
My soul was honored this way
By the lucid experience
It saw for the first time
I seemed small, unimportant
A member of the law,
Law unworthy of the wonderful chaos
Of the unknown in what we call life.
-B.I.
Ode to Sleep, by: Tom,
ReplyDeleteSleep brought me
an escape from reality,
something nothing else can
ever accomplish.
Hours and hours of freedom
like a pair of wings taking flight,
shifting reality with their very might.
Taking me away from the stress,
to a land of dreams,
a playground for my minds fanatics.
Getting to take a break,
relax from a hard day,
forget about all the troubles,
and being able to wake up refreshed
like a reborn phoenix.
Ode to my Best Friend
ReplyDeleteBy kapeeps
A long time ago I was given
a best friend
like a child who
was given a family heirloom
not understanding its importance
When we laughed
When we cried
Those were the days
thinking we owned the night
Two lone flowers
blowing in the wind
Like two peas in a pod
But our dreams were left behind
Half of my heart is missing
without you
Ode to Challenges
ReplyDeleteChallenges,
tough as a lion,
but can make you feel like towering over the world
It's a long journey,
rough seas,thick walls
you will go through it all.
Challenges will vary,
Always on the alert, you feel wary.
Feeling strong as a bull,
nothing will defeat you.
Always building and progressing is not always easy,
People will say "You can't do it", so cheesy.
Prove them wrong and soar like an eagle through what you learn
All the work will pay off and you will be free, unstoppable, strong, and bold.
And in the end, who knows what you'll be able to hold.
-k
Ode to Fragrance
ReplyDeleteFragrance
ever present,
it fills or lives with sweet fascination
like the first rays of light to caress the earth
It flutters by in wisps of joy
bringing light to the eyes of all who witness
the subtle breezes of honey and ocean waves
But it is given a great injustice
for it is inevitably overlooked
While the world is caught up in the glamour of sight
We do not realize the soft wonders fragrance brings us all
It dutifully protects us,
warning of the dangers this planet is plagued with,
like the loyal cavalry, asking for no pay,
to guard us in our lives
It is the flickering candle in a dark cavern
It is the stream of pure, crisp water
in a temperate autumn forest
Without it,
all would be dull
Ode to bones
ReplyDeleteby Peter Griffin
The structure of the human body,
a white, stone like frame.
A framework of solid MILK,
it’s what keeps us from going floppy.
A glorious castle made of quarts
with guards to ward off invaders.
Stoic and thankless for the work it’s done
like a god in a country of atheists.
An enormous wall under siege from the world
constantly being beaten but remaining standing.
Hiding away within a warm, wet darkness
it guards the weak, defenseless organs
like a mother hen defends it’s chicks.
Take a moment to thank your milky warrior
feed it some yummy milk.
Ode to Food by CEO of Corona Beer
ReplyDeleteMom walked to the table
dinner in her hands
homemade baked spaghetti
that smell lifts me in the air and carries me to the table.
I devour it like a wolf who hasn't eaten in weeks.
Dad bought a dream cake.
I sink my teeth in it like a shark does to its prey.
My taste buds leap in excitement.
With my parents help the food is gone in a split second.
It makes us smile, relaxed, and happy.
We can pray, we can say our thanks.
But it will never be enough to make up for the food we are given.
And the people who make it.
Food brings us together,
and together, we are happy.
Ode to dog
ReplyDeleteI step outside
to be greeted by dog.
Her soft, velvet fur,
brushing up on my leg.
Her eyes, like windows,
peering into a loving soul.
Her tongue, a blanket
lightly brushing my face.
My loving companion,
always close, always kind.
A ray of sunshine
brightening up an otherwise mundane morning.
She is like a bed,
always a relief after a long day.
Dog is my companion.
Dog is my friend.
Ode to The Jacket by meh
ReplyDeleteThis Jacket brought me
Warmth on a cold Monday morning
Like an egg
being sat on by a hen.
When its 60 degrees,
When its 70 degree.
Those were the mornings
Where I used it the most.
Like a baby kangaroo
Getting warm in its moms pouch.
A jacket warmer than the sun,
Oh, how I would love to keep
It forever.
But too bad,
It will never last.
Ode to Childhood
ReplyDeleteBy Boar Vessel 500-600 B.C.
Gadgets to simple knicknacks,
sunburns and red, ripe scrapes,
blue bruises to picking berries,
it was gone in an instant,
but remembered for an eternity.
From tapping nintendos until our thumbs peeled
and turning red from our own form of pressure,
from getting lost until sundown
with the cotton candy clouds looking down on us,
from water guns to sugary sweet avocado popsicles
and watermelon eating contests,
it didn’t seem blissful until it wasn’t there at all.
Dear childhood,
when my biggest problem was if i’d win the next competition,
if i’d resolve a quarrel with my best friend before the morning,
and if i’d finally make that basket,
you’re at the core of me,
like anything great in life, you were gone
before anyone could be grateful.
Ode to Guns. :)
ReplyDeleteBANG! BANG!
You make my heart flutter
The bullets fly true,
Like soft birds of a flock,
Who fly together to the end.
I grasp thee,
Undying determination flowing through me,
Gazing past the darkest times,
With a soul of steel courage.
I wish thee to attack my opponents
With my finger,
Godly touch.
Simply take aim and send the power
Through my hand
Through my finger
Through my gun
Into the threat I see.
Like a truck,
And immovable force,
An unstoppable force of nature and human ingenuity.
The power of the mind
To create such a thing
However, the cost must be known
Though intricate steel and gunpowder,
A deathly toll is to pay.
Life is a wonder without price
And to take it so simply
Is a madman´s endeavor.
The bullet, piercing, flowing, slicing,
Is destined for death,
And though intentions may be bright
Effects may be more than dimming.
But if precautions are in order,
And the situation is right,
Power can be used correctly.
To inforce order,
To protect the innocent,
To feed the community,
And to save the day.
-Jesus 2
Ode to Mrs. Marino’s Teachings
ReplyDeleteby Babatunde
Hilo High School gave me
A wonderful teacher
Who has amazing knowledge
Ready to give to us,
Everything she knew.
I entered the class
Not knowing of what to expect
Like a person entering a cage
Of never ending darkness.
Suddenly hit with light,
Exposed to the great knowledge,
My mind was opened,
By a great person
An amazing teacher.
I was honored greatly
By a heavenly teacher.
My mind was
To a level never reached before
My brain felt unacceptable
Like a decrepit scholar,
A scholar of the cure,
Of the knowledge.
Nevertheless, I resisted the burning temptation
To burn this temple of knowledge down.
I resisted the impulse to neglect
This knowledge
To put it in an unbreakable cage
And each day look as if I don’t need it
Like delinquents in a school
Who choose to places their hands on
The books given to them by a prisoner,
Rather than open the books of Mrs. Marino’s knowledge
And I opened up the book,
And read until the book was past its last page.
Ode to pens
ReplyDeleteWhen I set it down anywhere
I am set free
It makes my dreams come true
And it lets me lie to you
I can do whatever I want
So you won't know the truth
I can move it around
I can make lines
Thick and thin
Watch it twirl
Watch it swirl
I hold it in my hand
Just letting it dance
Let it do what it wants
I can't stop
Its too much fun
I am in control
Of my little world
Just watch me go
A picture forms
From my mind
It's amazing
What can come from a line
A treat for the eyes
doesn't matter what you say
Its all made up anyway
- Bob Ross
Ode to Friend
ReplyDeleteEvery morning I arrive to school
two radiant forces shine upon me
One is the sun, glowing gold
The other is her smile
Radiant and full of
undeserved love
Mayhaps they are but one
A single light-bringing force
She is the sun
She lights up the room
A brilliant being
Eyes of green and hazel ablaze
Let me possess thine glow,
Beauty, and poise
Your kindness is that of a delicate flower
Softness expressed in your embrace
Loveliness in the midst of the unbreaking wild
Astounding, yet bold
A gentle statement held firm
By roots which you have planted in soil of love
Ode to Mom
ReplyDeleteBy:Spac
My grandma brought
Into this world
a beautiful soul
which she nursed
with her caring hands
A soul as soft as sheep
I hugged my mom
with warm care
Honored by her presence
my heart was a baby
crying and sad
seeking guidance
from something of status
someone of accomplishments
someone truly worthy
of my sincere adoration
the moral of my ode it
Honor what you have
Honor what you will always have
A mothers love
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ReplyDeleteOde to the throne
ReplyDeleteWhen I come home I sit on my throne,
a place where I can finally be alone,
made of shiny and white porcelain,
a thing that many under appreciate,
I love to rest on my throne,
there are many other thrones in this vast world,
but there is only one that I can call home,
I will always have an ode,
to my beautiful white throne,
For my throne is just another humble abode,
just because it is everywhere,
just because it is unappreciated,
doesn't mean it's not as important as money,
oh, I will always have an ode,
to my white porcelain throne,
Ode to Music
ReplyDeleteBy:MCRX
One melody, a hundred words
Focuses our emotions, and let them be heard
Some may say it saved them, and kept them alive
Showed them that they should live, and have death unheard
Music can change anyone
It can inspire, relate, connect, and show
What this world has become
The world we now do not know
Most who had gone through a lot
Use music to get away
From all the pain before they go insane
Waiting for the day where they're okay
Lyrics, a melody, a voice, and a connection
Creates the best song
What shaped me into who i've become today
And makes me feel I belong
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteode to chapstick
ReplyDeletea new pack of cherry lip balm
fresh out of the pack,
like fresh food right out of the oven
so heavenly and delicious.
about the size of a toothpick
perfect to take along with you from place to place
oh chapstick you bring much happiness to many
its impossible to think of life without you
like the earth without oxygen
it would fell as though something has gone missing
oh chapstick you bring much joy to the dry
like a dry sea that has been quenched of its thirst
Or like a dry lake bed that is waiting to be filled
oh chapstick how much i love you.
The meaning of this ode is to always moisturize.
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteOde to You
ReplyDeleteIt was you who brought me
something so bitter,
it's sweet.
I took it by surprise,
such bliss in a moment of time.
Like a clear night sky
that had turned bright
right in front of my eyes.
As I viewed,
I seeked,
a moment so bright
but entailed with what lingers.
At the swamp
the gleam of light shimmered
Into the grey and greens,
the surface of the pond gleamed.
As what I thought would be,
only of the surface of the pond, it seemed.
The sunlight,
you tried to be,
the crystal in the pond,
so clear, I see.
Trapped to its frame
ReplyDeleteyet so divine
fragile and fine
a memory left to hang.
So many moments captured
and still confined
preserved for a peace of mind.
oh the emotions you bring
and the thousands of words you sing.
something oh so big
trapped in something oh so small
a priceless artifact for all
Almost like your favorite show you watch over and over again
so fragile yet strong.
quite like the mind
but appreciated by all
for you are trapped in time
bare for all the eyes in line.
-scout