Poems begining by O
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On Sixe Cambridge Lasses Bathinge Themselfes by Queenes Colledge on the 25th of June at Night and Espied by a Scholer
© Thomas Randolph
When bashfull daylight now was goneAnd night, that hides a blush, came on
On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick
© Raleigh Walter Alexander
To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session,His kids were his delight, and physics his profession;Now Griggs, grown old and glum, and less intent on knowledge,Physics himself at home, and sends his kids to college
Out of Tune
© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan
Someone has told you that the moon is old?(Do you not see to-night that it is new?)It just pretends that it is made of gold;It's made of .- matter? (Matter means what's true.)
On our Thirty-ninth Wedding-day, 6th of May, 1810
© Odell Jonathan
Twice nineteen years, dear Nancy, on this dayComplete their circle, since the smiling MayBeheld us at the altar kneel and joinIn holy rites and vows, which made thee mine
Ode for the New Year
© Odell Jonathan
When rival Nations first descried,Emerging from the boundless MainThis Land by Tyrants yet untried,On high was sung this lofty strain:Rise Britannia beaming far!Rise bright Freedom's morning star!
Ode
© O'Shaughnessy Arthur
We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams,Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; --World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams:Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems
On Realizing His Toddler Will Become a Woman
© Neilson Shane
That you will suffer,that you will learn of worlds,that you will leave hereand contemplate failure,the tears that well upof their own accord
Orpheus
© Moritz Albert Frank
He glanced around to check if the treacherous godshad really given him the reward promised for his accomplished songand there she was, Eurydice restored, perfectly naked and fleshedin her rhyming body again, the upper and lower smiles and eyes,the line of mouth-sternum-navel-cleft, the chime of breasts and hipsand of the two knees, the feet, the toes, and that expressionof an unimaginable intelligence that yoked all these with a skillshe herself had forgotten the learning of: there she was, with him once morejust for an instant as she vanished
One With The Sun
© Moritz Albert Frank
Childone with the sunin trackless fieldsof yellow grass and thistle, scentof humid heavy air and the wing musicof bees and flies.
On the Preserved Body of an Inca Child Frozen to Death as a Sacrifice to the Sun
© Moritz Albert Frank
The priests collected your teeth,all your cut hairs from the ground,the parings of your nails,so that, dead, in another worldyou do not have to go searching farfor the parts of your body
On Distinction
© Moritz Albert Frank
We won't pretend we're not hungry for distinctionbut what can ever distinguish us enough?This country, this language won't last long, the racewill die, later the cockroach, earth itself,
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity
© John Milton
This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King,Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace
On the Lord General Fairfax at the Siege of Colchester
© John Milton
Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings;Thy firm unshak'n virtue ever brings Victory home, though new rebellions raise Their hydra heads, and the false north displays Her brok'n league, to imp their serpent wings:O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand; For what can war but endless war still breed? Till Truth and Right from Violence be freed,And Public Faith clear'd from the shameful brand Of Public Fraud
Ontario
© McLachlan Alexander
O far away from my forest home,In the land of the stranger I must roam;And sigh amid flowers and trailing vines,For mine own rude land of lakes and pines
Ode on the Mammoth Cheese Weighing over 7,000 Pounds
© James McIntyre
We have seen the Queen of cheese,Laying quietly at your ease,Gently fanned by evening breeze --Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
On Reading that I am ‘Elderly’
© Marriott Anne
As if the wordhas some dragging magicshe appearsthat woman who bentso carefully her black laced feetto fit the curveof the beachside walk(Victoria: a long moist springor was it autumn?)
Old Age of the Teddy-bear
© Macpherson Jay
Ted getting shabby --skull beneath skin?No, but as matting,bare patches, begin,nameless maimed babypeers out from within.
Old Friends
© Linton William James
The old old friends!Some changed; some buried; some gone out of sight;Some enemies, and in this world's swift fight No time to make amends.
