Write an epic ode to an underappreciated object (coffee cup, toilet set, bookshelf, etc.)

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Submitted by Haley Campbell

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Ode to My Coffee Cup

Written by Sarah Almutawa on September 16, 2015 12:19 pm
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You’re a gift
from my mother
That I will never disremember
For you can be held
With such an ease
Ensuring that nothing will spill out
Anything from water to tea
Even though you are a coffee cup
Allowing other liquids
To be poured inside of you
That is very kind of you
I am so grateful
That you are a part
Of my hopefully longish life
For you contain
What I need to stay awake
Throughout my boring day
The only source of energy
That I can guarantee
For you
My special coffee cup
Hold a sustenance
That I cannot live without
So
I send my honest thanks to you
For I love (and need) you


My Whirlpool electric range

Written by antiquemystique on March 10, 2013 2:29 am
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Ode to my Whirlpool electric range–

You’ve cooked many meals for me
Even when your back burner fell apart while cleaning the surface
Your push button knobs gleam in the slighest refraction of night light
With an off-white surface so bright
And a burned out oven light
I clean your surface day and night
Forgetting about the electric burners that will eventually give out
In the meantime you’re dependable– somewhat
Cooking meals on three burners

http://antiquemystiqueblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/tdc413-march-9-2013-ode-to-something.html


Backspace Besmirched

Written by Cris Crissman (Cris2B) on March 10, 2013 12:32 am
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Original: Ode to my keyboard’s backspace
Written by Andre Saddler on March 2, 2013
Oh dear backspace, you have saved me multipe times….even in writing this ode to you
all the facebooks status’ you have helped me post
the long nights just you and me, knocking out essays
your always on the road with me bro, ready any time on my phone and tablet
The fails you prevented me to commit…
you got my back…backspace, i’ll keep pressing on !

Response:

You know, Andre, that backspace isn’t what you think it is.

It’s not the benign, even brotherly spirit that protects your back.

Someday, when you’ve asked it for one favor too many.

You’ll just be

delet . . .


We are Tyler’s Potatoe Chips

Written by @NormWright on March 9, 2013 7:45 pm
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You say you like our crunchiness
but with us you just make a mess.
So do us all a great big favor
and learn to love some other flavor.

response to : http://tdc.ds106.us/writings/potato-chips/


3 day old cup

Written by huansolo on March 6, 2013 3:10 pm
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Oh 3 day old cup
youre so useless sitting on that coaster
why dont you go back to the kitchen?
thats where you belong
why stay in my room?
you presence brings me my doom
forget it and forget you
ill take you outside right now
and smash you on the floor
and i wot hesitate to close the door.


Ode to my phone

Written by @sweetcarlie_07 on March 3, 2013 12:58 am
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Ohh phone you lay there alone on my desk,
Sometimes tossed in a corner or consistently falling on the floor,
I’m so unappreciative of your services,
All of the texting, phone calls, and emails I get,
If I didn’t have you, I don’t know what I would do,
So here’s to the good/bad times we’ve had together,
You’re always with me on the go,
I cannot imagine life without you, that’s what I truly know.


ode to my keyboard’s backspace

Written by Andre Saddler on March 2, 2013 11:35 pm
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Oh dear backspace, you have saved me multipe times….even in writing this ode to you
all the facebooks status’ you have helped me post
the long nights just you and me, knocking out essays
your always on the road with me bro, ready any time on my phone and tablet
The fails you prevented me to commit…
you got my back…backspace, i’ll keep pressing on !


El Café

Written by Kelsie L on February 26, 2013 10:33 am
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Dear Coffee,
You make it possible for me to get through the day
I am so eternally grateful, I just cannot say
how much I love you so much
your taste, your energy, your touch.
So I’m writing you to say,
That you’re appreciated each and every day.


Ode to Bed

Written by Denard on February 25, 2013 2:44 pm
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Dear beddy,

I know that I neglect you at times
But when I’m away from you
I can hear you calling my name
I miss you dear beddy
I can’t wait to see you

I can’t wait to be suffocated in your love

See you tonight


Ode to my glasses

Written by Bimina Ranjit on February 25, 2013 12:00 pm
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my eyes are lost without you
they are desert feet without any shoes
every morning i wake up
my eyes demand your caring love
you make them worth living
without blurring and squinting
oh how they love you so
they never want to let you go
unless ofcoarse when they go to sleep
in the dreams so far and when they sleep that deep


Ode to My Bag

Written by Trone Dowd on February 25, 2013 11:10 am
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Oh bookbag
holder of everything close to me
the important
the garbage
the secrets
all inside of one metal and cloth container
so under appreciated for every
well today
that will change


Ode to my phone

Written by Renee Whitfield on February 25, 2013 10:58 am
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My phone is useless
it is restless.
In need of a new one
Like right now
I want a samsung galaxy
I can’t wait
June is coming up soon
So I can get rid of my blackberry
R.I.P to my blackberry
Hello Samsung galaxy


New Glasses

Written by Stefanie on February 25, 2013 1:34 am
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It is four month ago
when I finally found you, glasses.

I saw you and knew
that I must have you.

Hoping life will improve
I gave all my riches to you.

First glimpse you present yourself
black edged on the outside.

Nearer eyes know
you’re magically green inside.

Now you show me
my way through tiny letters.

Thank you I can write here
praising your sight.


ode to my bed

Written by @tpcm on February 25, 2013 12:41 am
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my bed
as you lay there
forever laying
the feelings i have for you
how much i appreciate your
existence
overwhelm me
like the foam you let me drown in
sink in
float into
a land of light
dreams
and pure bliss


ode to my tierd feet

Written by brittney harley, york ct 101 on February 25, 2013 12:36 am
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ooh feet how much you go thru
the harsh journeys by feat when i have no fare
and how long i stand on you just to do my hair
poor feet, each and every ten toes and the two heels feel so much
u do so much even on rainy days
high heel shoes makes the pain worse
but you still stride thru tilll home. but when the shoes come off
at the end of everyday you scream

hooorayyyyyyyy!


Ode to Dental Floss

Written by Cris Crissman (@Cris2B) on February 25, 2013 12:20 am
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If Barry White said gingivitis
soft and low and sexy
I’d think of you
And lick my teeth
And just go cataplexy.


Ode to the Throne

Written by @paborisov on February 25, 2013 12:02 am
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Despite the haughty mocking sinks
You accept meals and snacks and drinks
those which we in glee ingested
which from peace have us divested

You toilet true, ceramic throne
Above all others stand alone
in shining armor, polished white
our hero, the porcelain knight


On My Feet

Written by @jbroooks on February 24, 2013 11:26 pm
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O precious shoes,
I wear you with socks.
You protect my feet,
incase I step on rocks.
You are sometimes expensive,
but I am never apprehensive,
for you help me when I am in need.

O precious shoes,
thank you for your good deed.


Thank you CHAIR

Written by @jayhamilton246 on February 24, 2013 10:48 pm
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My chair chair chair,
My weight do you doth bear,
At home, in class or office it true,
To stand too long I I would surely turn blue.


tin foil

Written by antiquemystique on February 24, 2013 10:37 pm
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What a pal you’ve been to me
Never sticky or greasy
Always trapped in heat when cooked
But when the last piece of tin foil unrolled
It tore and the glue residue held a shiny silver to the tube
What a pal you’ve been to me


Ode to tin foil tube

Written by antiquemystique on February 24, 2013 10:34 pm
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What a pal you’ve been to me
Never sticky or greasy
Always trapped in heat when cooked
But when the last piece of tin foil unrolled
It tore and the glue residue held a shiny silver to the tube
What a pal you’ve been to me


Ode to my Fridge

Written by bellekid on February 24, 2013 10:27 pm
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Fridge, you keep my yoghurt cold.
My food safe, so it does not mold.
You chill my wine and snacks and drinks,
For all of this, I give you thanks.


To my lime green gloves

Written by tuke jake on February 24, 2013 10:27 pm
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I thank you dear gloves
for you let my fingers move
as if they were doves;
keeping me in the groove.

You are touch screen friendly
so that I stay in the loop.
You are soft and warm,
just like my favorite henley.

You might make me look like a dupe,
but who cares about the norm?


Toothbrush Ode

Written by @NormWright on February 24, 2013 9:59 pm
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I’m thankful for my toothbrush;
I use it everyday,
until its old and useless,
then I throw the thing away


Garbage Can

Written by BSchi22 on February 24, 2013 9:14 pm
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Garbage Can your selflessness is unmatched
Your valuableness in not question even when a bag is unattached
All those that come into your life look at you with disgust
But it is unquestionable when the job needs done we give you our trust
We fill you with dirty grime, all the time
You don’t mind that that your misfortune allows others to shine
Your contents change on a daily basis
A sad life without familiar faces
The cog that keeps the gears turning
You save the environment, by keeping the garbage from burning


Nail Polish

Written by colleen venson @ caven1921 on February 24, 2013 8:03 pm
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Lavender, cotton candy, all shade of blues
For all times, all the hues
With just a swipe of your brush
My day goes from mush to what a rush!


Showerhead

Written by Fluxandframe.com on February 24, 2013 7:55 pm
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Here is for all the times you’ve cooled me down on those hot summer days and to all those times you warmed me up on those cold winter night. I honor your 4 spray options and for being so talented you can use both your hand held and standard head at the same time.


Ode to Luna

Written by Fairuz Maggio on February 24, 2013 3:32 pm
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Oh Luna how conflicted our relationship is
You can be so cute
But also so evil

You lick and snuggle and purr at inconvenient times
But when I want to love
You bite and scratch and leave scars.

Your farts baffle me
And you meow like a lion
You chase your tale and
Sometimes we think you’re a dog

We hope to figure out why you love us when we sleep
But until then
You can fly in the air as we throw you off the bed


Ode To My Pillow

Written by jjp75 on February 24, 2013 3:13 pm
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You never move but that’s okay
Your worth you prove every day
You and your soft ass feathers
Help me get through all sorts of weathers
Without you surely I’d die
That might have been a little lie
But don’t worry your worth is recognized
Hurry, hurry, to bed ill sleep having realized
That you are my pillow and I love you OH


Ode to My i-Pad

Written by Sandy Brown Jensen on February 24, 2013 2:37 pm
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Ode to My i-Pad

You silver window on a digital world,
your every icon beckons me to play.
One warm touch, your magic is unfurled:
red curtains rising on your cabaret
where dancing fingers write a script and star.
My digits pinch, expand, swipe and tap,
create and edit as one finger draws,
and all my Facebook friends play air guitar!
If I can dream it, there’s an app for that.
My world is changed, and i-Pad, you’re the cause!


Thank you.

Written by @KristenLamb2 on February 24, 2013 12:22 pm
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There’s a storm outside threatening to blow away
everything in my home.
Strong and sturdy, you keep it all safe.
You keep it all in.

My life is all out there.
My friends
my family
my work.
But it all starts with you.
Each day starts and each night ends with you.

Please consider this a thank you.
Thank you, guardian.
Thank you, opportunity.
Thank you, door.
Thank you.


Potato Chips

Written by Tyler Letkeman | @Tyler_JL on February 24, 2013 10:58 am
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Golden fried, thin yet wide
Crunchy to the core
Potato soul, eat ’em whole
Flavoured to perfection
In silvered sacs, cause heart-attacks
Yet loved by nearly all
O potato chips, with or without the dips
The food of kings and beggars
O potato chips, passing through our lips
What would we not do for you?