Portrait of You

I’ll paint a picture with words
of all the kind things
that I’ve known growing up
through the people it brings

You were the youngest
and purest of heart
you gave me your friendship
you were there at the start

You were there
on the first day of change
you put up with me
even though I was strange

You are my best friend
my comrade, my brother
you’ve been through it all
and I would not choose another

You were theĀ first one
I met from the net
you just wanted to talk
you’re as good as they get

You came much later
you were always a laugh
I owe you a lot
you’re a friend and a half

You were the same
you came along in a pair
you were a bit older
but I’m glad you were there

Since you and you
and the you after that
I’ve met many more ‘yous’
that have sat where you’ve sat

But through all the changes
the good times remain
you’ve made my life brighter
you’ve kept my mind sane

~ Andrew
The thing that means the most to me in life has to be the friends I have made along the way that have helped me through everything, this is somewhat of an ode to ‘you’ which refers to anyone I considered a friend although those I name are those who have a particular significance to me prior to my days at university (where I have met a ton of new faces and it would be impossible to describe how much it has shaped me). Day 12 of NaPoWriMo

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Wonder Week (Day 7): Mum

Ode to Mum:

This may have been done,
A million times,
a poem to Mum,
recycling rhymes

To say how much you matter,
to show how much I care,
to thank you moments
together, that we share.

An ode of thanks,
an ode to you,
for all the times,
That we’ve been through,

from my first word,
to hands and knees,
To walking, talking,
Japanese.

To all the steps,
That make me say,
I love you loads,
This Mother’s day.

~ Andrew
Happy Mother’s Day every-Mum. I had this planned out to finish on Mother’s Day just for this šŸ˜›
Previous Ode: Sports

Wonder Week (Day 6): Sports

Burning passion,
Desire,
fires which rage
in competitive communities.

Dedication,
decisively driven to win.
Each game, a lesson to learn,
every ball arriving,
needs a driving return.

~ Andrew
Hope you enjoyed a rather short ode today, wanted to make it short and sweet because I need time for the finale which is going to be awesome (I hope).
Yesterday’s Ode: Photograph

Wonder Week (Day 5): Photograph

Imagine,
catching a moment in time,
seizing it from the air,
taking care not to

drop it.
And break it.

Time hanging from the wall,
a clock,
running thirty years behind.
Finding reminiscentĀ peace,
in an unforgettable moment.

So picture perfect,
you framed it,
a wild second, tamed it,
and caged it behind glass
For the jealous eyes of the world
to admire.

It is your moment,
that frozen laugh,
that lives on forever,
in your photograph.

~ Andrew
Yesterday’s ode: Chocolate
Thought I’d do something unusual but relate-able, I hope you enjoyed it šŸ™‚ Still got 2 more days to do, got to keep finding positives until Sunday >.< It’s going to be difficult.

Wonder Week (Day 4) : Chocolate

Warm, melting streams,
The liquid of dreams.

Chunks softening
into sweet cocoa,
that slowly slide
through my oesophagus.

Sweet sugar,
my addiction.
The friction
my tongue creates
As it disintegrates heaven in my mouth.

Gasping, breathing,
my breath taken,
as I awaken from paradise.
The price of digesting reality,
leaves Utopia’s bitter-sweet after-taste.

~ Andrew
I had to do one on food really, it’s one of the most consistently positive things in life (that sounds really sad) so I chose the one food I would assume everyone would relate to. I was going to do pizza because it’s the best food ever but I didn’t know how much people can relate to mushroom and pepperoni pizza so I gave it a miss. If you missed day 3, you can find it here: Rhyme

Wonder Week (Day 3): Rhyme

Conflict rages,
between the poets who rhyme,
and those who do not,
like a bullet, shot from a gun,
the outcome is never pretty.

It is an art,
painted into poets minds,
that starts and ends, with endless lines,
a talent, not far removed,
but far enough to prove,
that you are unique.

It is an evolution,
a way with words
to find solutions to rhythmic algebra.
A page, populated with rhyme,
is a crowded room of individuality
that sets each poet apart.

It is not a code,
A road to certain success,
forĀ less and less
may accept it.
But it is a token,
a stamp on the addressed envelope of hope.
Hoping that it delivers.

~ Andrew
Firstly I’m not saying rhyme is the only thing poets can use but it’s my preferred skill to use because I can do it and not force it (most of the time). I’m trying to diversify the way I write my poems but after this I may go back to my comfort zone. I hope anyone who has read the first two odes and now this is enjoying them, I’m enjoying putting a bit of positivity back into my life and it’s certainly helping me to think of the better things in life. If you missed yesterday’s ode: Company you should give it a read šŸ™‚

Wonder Week (Day 1): Home

Standing tall,
brick walls
carrying my burden.

A sturdy foundation,
to hold my feet firmly,
the term isolation
rings unlike my phone,
but I’m safe and secure
in the comfort of home.

I will pick myself up,
hold these walls with my hands,
to understand,
the gravity of the situation.

That which brings me down,
can be met with equal force,
of course, home,
an immovable object,
to which I will always return.
~ Andrew
This week I wanted to mix things up so for the next 7 days I’m going to be doing a poem in the style of an ode to something I find incredible. Today’s Wonder is Home, I will link to the previous Ode here each day. But for today I’ll send you way back to my Ode to Poetry
I tried a bit less of a coherent structure and I’m not sure how well it works, but it’s poetry and apparently rhyme schemes aren’t important even though I enjoy using rhyme as a measure of pace. I do hope you enjoyed it, I’m looking forward to a structured week for the first time ever I think šŸ™‚