An ode to an unknown poet is a poem that speaks of praises, love, and beauty. It is a poem of praises and salutations given to an unknown poet for all the wonderful things he has done. For this course, I shall give this poem a subtitle called;

The Ode Of Salutations

You may know of AN ODE.
Yes, AN ODE of another kind.
AN ODE of a different embellishment.
AN ODE of the soul.
Moreover, AN ODE is of different forms.
It may stand as anything.
But not the one, you know or you may have been taught.
But today, I speak of another.
Because it speaks of different things.

I speak of beauty.
You speak of love.
I speak of praises.
I speak of nature.
The nature of our existence.

When the Creator made AN ODE.
Poetry came forth.
The poems of my beauty.
He blessed her in different kinds and sent her into other forms.
And said to her, “Go and embed your ugliness in their beauty”.
When I say, ugliness, I do not mean your ugliness.
They mean something different from what you know.
For it may be anything.

When the Creator made AN ODE.
Poetry came forth.
The poems of my beauty.
He blessed her in different kinds and sent her into other forms.
And said to her, “Go and embed your ugliness in their beauty”.
When I say, ugliness, I do not mean your ugliness.
They mean something different from what you know.
For it may be anything.
However, it may be pain, or joy, or sadness or happiness.
Anything, you call it, you are correct.

A visible being to the invisible world.
For the Creator made so.
He gave each one AN ODE to carry.
And blessed it into different forms.
So that, it would suit everyone in their kind.
The peasant, the rich, the tall, the short, the fair, the dark, all have AN ODE.

And to this POET, I render my salute.
My greetings, my honour, I bestow thee.
From my being, I bless you.
But to this unknown poet, I know not.
It may be you, it may be the writer or any other person.
For Plato once said, ” At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet”.
Like said before, “Love might mean anything”.
It goes beyond the definition that you know.
You might love in life, love in love, love in beauty, love in health, and love in death.
All of these means love.

And for this love, I give my praises.
The praises of its kind.
Indeed, it is AN ODE TO AN UNKNOWN POET.