Our new coloring page poems bring the fun stress relief of coloring pages and poetry together, starting with John Keats’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn.”
The poet John Keats is intimately connected with Hampstead Heath, and our Keats Walk in Hampstead in north London traces many of the paths he followed.
Our Keats Walk in Hampstead in north London explores the poet and the political and (anti)religious influences on John Keats’ life and poetry.
There’s comfort in the familiarity of our favorite coffee or tea shop. Pull up a cozy chair, pour a cup, and write some ode poetry with us. Join us!
Our new “In Praise of the Ode” infographic will give you a little ode history, famous odes and ode-lers, and some great tips on how to write an ode.
Let’s celebrate the little things that drive us batty! Join us for this week’s poetry prompt— Ode poetry: to a Pet Peeve.
Creating a traditional ode allows the poet to use her outdoor voice. It is a profoundly public medium, daring to speak to and for everyone.
Poetry and photo prompts go hand in hand with our Photo Play feature. Check out the entries for An Ode to Home.
There is something about home that bestows a sense of peace, comfort, and belonging. Home sustains us. Walk through the door after a long day and inhale. It smells familiar, like a favorite sweater. Come on over to our house for Photo Prompts: An Ode to Home. It’s Photo Play day!
Whether its in praise of a stapler, an old t-shirt or a frog, Marjorie Maddox tells us we need the “cadence of praise.” We need the Ode.
Welcome to this month’s poetry prompt and playlist! Listen along with us and write an ode to Rice Krispies, or your favorite breakfast cereal.
Guest contributor Nicole Gulotta writes about Chilean poet Pablo Neruda’s purpose behind his odes to the mundane, looking specifically at the unexpected beauty of the onion. She pairs this poem with a classic French Onion soup recipe: the perfect blend of cozy and satisfying.
Tattoo poetry is permanent poetry—captured by the body that bears it. There’s a sense in which it is locked in time and form, much the way the painted Greek lovers were perpetually locked to the vase in “Ode on a Grecian Urn.”