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Writing 201: Poetry Ode

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Day 10 Poetry – Ode.

This is the last day of the poetry challenge and today it is an ode. Not something I have written before and with todays keyword of the future, I took a look at the end of something.

Ode’s can be anything I believe and as this is the last poem, I hope it does justice to the challenge.

Thanks for the fun.

 

The Future

He stood in front of the monument,

Black soulless moment in time.

A simple message etched in pure gold

The last left for anyone to read.

An ode to a lost race, just one

The one he searched for, the lost.

Saddened, feelings misplaced

What has this come to one race?

 

Dropping down on bended knees

He hangs his head, yet no one sees.

Now to late to save just one.

Looking to the final lines

‘To any who read our last words,

Some of us waited, no saviour came.

Inside is the last memories of Us.’

 

By Mark O’Donnell ©

Writing 201 – Poetry Drawer

Hello Dear Reader

Day 8 of the poetry challenge. This time it is an ode, with the keyword being a drawer. Possibly the most fun poem to write and oh so true.

Enjoy

 

Day 8 – Drawer

There is a drawer I often use

It has mysterious powers.

Oh the joy when one discovers

and yet the despair when time is spare.

Socks, socks, socks everywhere

And not a pair to find.

Why can this drawer hide them so

Is this the bane of all mankind?

By Mark O’Donnell ©

Writing 201 – Poetry Fog

Day 5 of Writing 201  – Poetry challenge Fog

Dear Reader

Day 5 of this enjoyable challenge brings us to Fog and elegy. This one was difficult to write due to the content. It is supposed to be chilling and sombre.

Like many people, I always thing my poems are not the best. With this one I have decided to just write it the once and do no more changes. I wonder if it works that well?

Enjoy

Day 5 Fog (Re-worked)

Each foot took him closer to the sound

Muffled cries all round.

Hard to move, the mud so tight

Pulling at each soulful step.

Fog or smoke, difficult to tell

Neither could he see or feel what was to come.

Deep deathly cries left and right

Stabbing into his mind.

Hands gripped the pitfall weapon, more a symbol

Steel like need betrayed violent desire.

His foot struck something other than mud

Single limb nothing else, friend or foe.

Inhaling fog, thick against his eyes, streaming with tears

Another step forward another limb found.

Cries all round echoing like the soundtrack of his life.

Each his fault, all his work.

A simple march of ten steps, no more

Blooded limbs lay in fog.

Death stopped, dropped his useless weapon.

Bodies of war surrounding him, as the dense fog lifted,

He sobbed in triumphed once more.

 

By Mark O’Donnell

 

 

Writing 201 – Poem Animal

Day 4 of Writing 201  – Poetry challenge

Dear Reader

Day 4 of this enjoyable challenge brings us to animals. I took time over this one, mainly because of the animal to chose.

I must admit I am not sure of this poem, maybe not the best but it’s something I will put forward.

Enjoy (comments well)

 

Day 4 – The Kill

A stealthy approach is his key
Slowly he moves, so the pray wont flee.
Crouching low, eyes never leaving
Using his senses, always feeling.

A momentary stop, frozen in time,
As his pray looks around all in his prime.
Has he been spotted, is this his mistake,
His goes unnoticed the pray still to take.
Without a sound he knows they will move
He is the leader, who has to prove.
He shall provide, for all in his care
He will be the one, the one who dares.

With military precision they move at a glance
He waits one last heartbeat ready with every ounce.
The pack descends, cries moving the pray,
He waits just that second, for one to stray.

At the beating of hearts, moving with grace,
He tracks the one, covering at pace.
Eyes burning, teeth gleaming bright,
Pounding of blood, his feeling just right.

In seconds he has it, a huge beast in flight
But the Wolf has his needs and ruthless might.
His has the kill, his pray and his pride
He howls his prowess deep into the night.