Ode

Wishing For More Time
In the quiet moments, grief holds its sway, A wish echoes softly, for more time to stay. Dad, your absence profound, leaves a void in life’s rhyme,
By Scott Grim2 years ago in Poets
Sweet Sonnet: Ode to Macarons
Pastel Macaron sweets, eye candy so bright, A luxurious treat, of decadent delight , A gift from France, albeit Italy too,
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Trail Mix
I need me a fix of a snack that hits and really kicks. Hook me up with a big bag of trail mix. Blame my taste buds. They’re the ones to hold at fault for my love of that giant bag of sugar and salt.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Oreos
Crunchy chocolate cookies and cream Frothy glass of milk for dunking A taste supreme, layered daydream Childhood Snack King
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
Raspberry Freezer Jam
The taste of raspberries always reminds me of my grandma. Of spoonfuls of freezer jam in my oatmeal (that she made from the raspberry bushes in her backyard, and maybe from
By Colton Babladelis2 years ago in Poets
Chameleon
I’m a chameleon One in a million Which only means there are a thousand others like me You may not like me My skin is rough
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ghost in a Shell
Life is hell I’m just a ghost in a shell No one to know me No one to tell My story to Because they can’t relate Is this my fate
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You Are The Drums
You are my drums, my racing heart the tempo that keeps me alive. With each tap, I sense the start of a croon that’ll thrive.
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
All About Aash
*[This piece was first published in the book called, Butter Tea and Banana Soup: Food as Identity in a prose form, for the purpose of this blog post, I have edited it into a poem]*
By Parwana Fayyaz2 years ago in Poets
An Ode to the PB&J
When I felt dismayed because the day had been grey, Or if smoking weed left me with a desperate need to feed, I’d crack open the pantry and make a delicious snack.
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Grace: The Eternal Echo of Goodness
In realms of endless sky and light, Where stars whisper through the night, There exists a truth, profound and right, A melody sung in celestial flight:
By Epaphras2 years ago in Poets
Grandma's Sweet Potato Pie
I can barely remember you because you died along with her, and it's only her daughter who makes you now. Something's missing, but I can't quite put my finger on it; you have the same creamy texture, smooth like the rarest satin suited only for the highest of royals. You still have that unique shade of brown and I can see the specks of spice; it reminds me of her freckles and stars in the night sky. Your crust was always crimped and flaky, so different from her. She could not be compressed, forced in a mold, and she made sure she was always there until she couldn't anymore. It all blends into this perfect sweet bite of nostalgia, comfort, and home except, except something is still missing, and I still can't see it. Maybe the thing missing is her: "It was made with love." It's quite bittersweet to think of you. I miss you, I do, but sweet potato pie, I miss her more.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets