Some Poems

[Rosie Gamgee]

Good poems, Tessar! The hobbit one was real cute- except:

...
For inside the heart of every man,
There lives a hobbit lass or lad!
That kinda doesn't ring right. But the rest of the poem's great.

[Rûdhaglarien]

Tessar, first let me just say that I adore your new(?) avatar. Bloody fantastic. Then, let me say that I also adore your three 'old' poems. The second one, about Lothlorien, is my favourite, but that's probably because I've always wanted to be in Lothlorien.

Just because I haven't posted in here in a good, long time... I'm not going to throw up one of my newer... erm... pieces. Instead, I'm going to post the only one of my poems which ever seemed to have any sort of Tolkien-ish anything in it. Actually, long, long ago (and far, far away?) it was a part of my signature on here. Anyway, moving on...

"The Naida Sails by Starlight." (8/14/2002)

I listened and he told me
To follow him across the sea
But I said no because he seemed
Like more than a boy to me.

I left him standing on the shore
All clad in white and grey
And I roamed the eternities alone
Afraid of what the sea might say.

It called me to it just once more
I stood there on its golden shore
Wishing he were there
But he had crossed that beautiful blue
Without a single care.

Wow. This is, like, THE Original. Before editing and stuff. Geez.

[Nerdanel]

Seeing the bright truth
without sunglasses dark as ashes..
gives wounds that never seem to heal.

The light of simplicity
makes the strongest of souls doubt..
the veil won’t come back to save.

The pyre of complexity and hope
burns by the light of lightning..
taking what’s not on the ground with it.

We all strive for one
but few see it - the uselessness..
of further thoughts in endless nights.

..........No more songs of hidden worlds.
..........No more dreams of sharpened swords..
..........No more passion nor compassion.
..........No more giving nor forgiving..

A lie was all we had.

[Nerdanel]

Tear down the Wall!
.....and let the water flow..
...let her in,
..........I have expected her.

.....she has come to stay..
...to lift me,
..........to throw and hurt me.
...................hurt me!
.....wound me on every
.....hook and nail I’ve
.....ever had on my wall for my pictures..
.....pictures of every poem I’ve made
.....pictures of every friend I tried to save..

.....for always she will be..
...the one,
..........I couldn’t fool.

She.Filled.Me.Up.

[Lady Ravyn]

that's awesome ner! i love it! :D

Beach Philosophy

Hendrix sang of
castles
made of sand.
They all slip into
the sea
eventually-

but
what about after
that?

What happens to
the dreams that
built those towers
up,
'til their
grittiness was higher
than the hopes in
the clouds?

Do the
fish
take them,
make them their
own?
Tell me, Jimi,
do dreams
float or sink?

[katya]

OK, this is a little late but... traditionally, haikus are definately about nature. Furthermore, iirc, they should include a particular word indicating what season it is. For example, sakura (cherry blossoms) would indicate spring. Also, the way a haiku poet makes that observation about nature should be a certain way too. I *think* it's supposed to be sort of objective, and shouldn't focus on the poet, but should convey some certain message. And I think that if you want to be really picky, any haiku that is a joke is a little distasteful. (I have read some witty ones though, I can only imagine that they were respected back then.) That's why I like the old haikus. It seems simple, but it's actually very hard to write one, and the final result is really beautiful, I think. Of course, I might not have any idea what I'm talking about. That's common.

However, these days, people just write anything that has the right amount of syllables and call it a haiku. Thus, a new, separate definition of haiku evolves. I don't often like these new haikus, but if people want to write them, I guess that's fine.

Anyway, I have really liked most of the poems I read. Maybe I'll find some poem someday to post too.

[Lady Ravyn]

"Invisible Staircase"

Woke up standing
on an invisible staircase.
Woke up wondering
how to get where I was going.
Woke up pondering
just where that was.

Felt my way
to a landing.
Felt around
for a corner, and sat down.
Felt my soul
rip in two, right in back of my eyes.

Gathered myself up,
and kept moving.
Gathered my soul
in my arms, two pieces, shredded.
Gathered myself together,
'cause what else could I do?

[Nerdanel]

I like it. Your poem in a beautiful way describes what I've tried to say for so long.. With just a hint more sadness.. At least that's what I see.
Well done!:)

[Nerdanel]

I don't like this one. I just thought I'd post it: the activity here isn't very great anymore.

I’m afraid to sleep..
To let my mind go.

For I know what’s in there.
I know what’s hiding
in the very bottom of the iceberg..
Or maybe I don’t. But I’ve seen parts of it.

It’s like a movie I can’t watch.
I’ve seen a fraction of a second
and I understand why I shouldn’t have..
I see what I’m capable of now.

Strange desires..
Wishes not to be fulfilled. Ever.
In the darkest corner of my darkest room..
The sun should never have been allowed to enter.

I’m afraid to sleep..
To let me loose.

[Rûdhaglarien]

I really like those poems, guys. Especially the last two lines of each.

Here's one that I don't much enjoy either. But, as has been said, this thread is half-dying.

While spending sleepless nights counting stars instead of sheep,
swirling clouds in my eyes,
and drinking moon beams like water;
I’ve come to realize that the grass is never green.
Everywhere you tread, it turns
brown beneath your feet.
And as quickly as you run to catch the promise of tomorrow,
you’re always stuck inside today. 030805/versaillespaper

[Lady Ravyn]

wow! rud, that was awesome! i relly like it! :) especially the last two lines (jeez, we seem to have really good endings to poems around here lol)

[Lady Ravyn]

since we're revitalizing the thread, this one needs some help, i think...

After the Molding

As you walk along,
you look down
and notice
that you're stepping
on my shattered glass;

Because that's what I've done-
I've shattered;
shattered into
a thousand pieces,
and with you're
thick-soled boots
you crush me into
a thousand more.

Humanity,
you cruel b*tch!
How could you
have done this thing to me?
How could you have
left me breathing
with this
hideous anomily
that you knew
would break anyway?

Thanks for the chance
to be refired,
and to mend that fault;
but how can I fix
that which I didn't cause?

[Lady Ravyn]

here's another!
i kinda like this one...

Power, Youth, and Friendship (lousy title)

Our last
conversation
took place in a pyramid.
Cleopatra told you
that gods
would dance for you-
I stayed in a shadow
in my safe,
safe darkness 'cause I
didn't want to know
what empires
I would crumble.

So have they?
Have the deities
preformed as promised?
Are you
sitting on a throne of clouds,
golden in your beauty?
It's been
10,000 years
since that day
so long ago.
My darkness
is no longer safe;
I've been re-born
a hundred times-
my own throne
waits for me.

[Beruthiel's cat]

My comment will come from left field, Lady R, but many comments on poetry do. (I've seen comments on my stuff that really take me aback -- where did that come from?? -- but it's fun to see how others react to what I've written.) Anyway, here goes --

Just because of my background and things I've written, it sounds to me like you're talking from a cat's point of view. I'm sure I'm way off the mark here, but that's the picture I got in my mind when I read it. :eek:

(That BC -- she's so strange... :rolleyes: )

But I like it. :)

Here's my latest. (My boyfriend understood it, so it's not that deep...)

Sundancers
by Beruthiel's Cat

Watch in the morning --
Sundancers sparkle,
flitting in the wake
of Mother's broom.

Not to be caught
in the golden beam
the day casts upon
the floor of the room.

:cool:

[Lady Ravyn]

:eek: rofl!!! that's funny! i never looked at it that way, but yeah, it kinda does! lol! no, it wasn't written that way intentionally, but you're right it could sound like that...hmm...

btw, cool poem! :)

[Beruthiel's cat]

I've been re-born
a hundred times-
my own throne
waits for me.


Well...that just sounded very cat-like to me... ;)

Thanks!

[Beruthiel's cat]

It never pays to clean anything out. I found this poem I wrote nine years ago. Here it is, with a couple of revisions...

Electric
by Beruthiel's cat

Your one touch --
electric down my spine,
awoke the dormant places,
buried long.

The fallow fields of
self and soul
called your name.
And we became.

[Nerdanel]

Short and beutiful.:) It's one of those poems that one can feel, physically.

[Nerdanel]

Something I wrote.. Based on something real.

They were nothing but the words they had written,
nothing but a pale face on a screen.
They let me in to some places they considered too dark
nothing their world had ever seen.

What they looked for in a place full of emptiness,
was something they wanted me to be.
My own story was just some words I had written,
and that I expected them to know just like me.

For one day their faces broke through the screen,
showing bodies and minds far too real.
Unexpected they were like thunder in spring,
came to demand and to make me feel.

Without a doubt they reached for pieces of me,
coming too close so I pushed them aside.
Crept back into the screen for some walls to define me,
hoping it isn't too late to finally hide..

Here (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/17001984/) is the same poem with a picture that suits it well..

[Rûdhaglarien]

That's really amazing, Nerd. Brings feelings to the surface that I know very well... I especially like the image of the last line. :)

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

Pass by Me

Pass
clouds on a summers day
sun on a winter morning
pass

pass
all things cold and dark
all things strange and stark
pass

pass
life undesired
lust unabated
pass

all things end

[Nerdanel]

That's really amazing, Nerd. Brings feelings to the surface that I know very well... I especially like the image of the last line. :)
Thanks very much for the comment, Rûd. I really appreciate it.:)

I wonder how obvious it is what it's about.. Very obvious I guess.

[Draken]

As good as ever, Nerdy! :)

[MrBishop]

A bitter smile meets me at the door
the cold wind blows out
pushing my hair back from my face
to expose the built-up shame.

A careful mason is my love,
to place each weighted word
as slowly as my back will bear,
for this, am I to blame?

A thousand chips obscure my frame
each placed with love, not ire
each meant to strengthen my resolve
each etched with my small name.

From far away, I seem so large
my shadow cast so long
but ‘neath these bricks, and chips and stones
a small man, all the same.

deBish

[Rosie Gamgee]

Not bad, Bish! A little on the obscure side, I think, but the imagery is pretty artful.

[Nerdanel]

Lost on the border between dream
and truth,
the eyes can see, but never
the youth
of things to come or things
that are;
only the past which is gone
by far.

A worn-out map of a scape
long gone,
the dwelling woods, the remains of
a song
blinds the traveller whose steps
will fail;
destinations, roads still behind
a veil.

As a flash of lightning the mist
disappears,
a sudden scream that awakes
no fears
reveals the nest of things
to be;
finally she found her way to
the sea.

[Nerdanel]

Let me sleep in the mountains,
let the rain chill my skin;
Let the ocean awake me,
let me weep within.

Let the forest embrace me,
let me go with the wind;
Let me live by the skyline,
let me die in sin.

[Rûdhaglarien]

The first poem you've posted there, Nerd, it makes me feel very melancholy... and I like it.
As for the second, I have only this to say [ask, more like]; How is it that your last line is always so gooood? :) S'not fair, I tell you. :mad:/:D

Skeletons

Those old souls are rattling in my closet again, and
I'm afraid that they'll accost me some time in the night;
that all of those secrets will tumble out of
the keyhole, and smother me while I'm dreaming.
These fitful turns of pseudo-slumber
leave me lagging all day long, and they slow my
already weak ambition. This tired mind is hurting,
now—it's so full of twisted tales and make-shift
memories. The worst part is that I can't even
remember which ones are real. Fact is fiction
in this story collection. You can't
sort the false from the true anymore.

There's that dark place we never speak
of and those bad people who over-shadow our
dreams, but never our conversations. And then
there are always those terrible nights
that we all remember, but pretend we
forgot long ago. There are all of the
inner demons who sweep down our
stairwells, but are never invited into the
dining room for tea. Instead we keep them
in closets and lock them up tight.
But they dance sometimes when they're lonely.

[Nerdanel]

The first poem you've posted there, Nerd, it makes me feel very melancholy... and I like it.
As for the second, I have only this to say [ask, more like]; How is it that your last line is always so gooood? :) S'not fair, I tell you. :mad:/:D

Skeletons

Those old souls are rattling in my closet again, and
I'm afraid that they'll accost me some time in the night;
that all of those secrets will tumble out of
the keyhole, and smother me while I'm dreaming.
These fitful turns of pseudo-slumber
leave me lagging all day long, and they slow my
already weak ambition. This tired mind is hurting,
now—it's so full of twisted tales and make-shift
memories. The worst part is that I can't even
remember which ones are real. Fact is fiction
in this story collection. You can't
sort the false from the true anymore.

There's that dark place we never speak
of and those bad people who over-shadow our
dreams, but never our conversations. And then
there are always those terrible nights
that we all remember, but pretend we
forgot long ago. There are all of the
inner demons who sweep down our
stairwells, but are never invited into the
dining room for tea. Instead we keep them
in closets and lock them up tight.
But they dance sometimes when they're lonely.
Thanks for saying that! I really appreciate it..:) I always enjoy your poems. And this one.. How true isn't that? I guess all those skeletons only go away when revealed..
Keep writing!:)

[durinsbane2244]

good poems, very good, is this for anyone?

[Nerdanel]

good poems, very good, is this for anyone?
yes, it's for anyone.:) welcome!

[durinsbane2244]

YAY!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOO HOOOOOOO!

finally i can put 'em somewhere without it being anyone i'll see and they can't mock me!! :D :D :D

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

Ode to Mithrandir
by Chrys

Oh Olorin, Olorin
Weaver of dreams
The wanderer grey
Passing the seams

Grey Pilgrim, oh pilgrim
Whither goest thou?
Passing to the sea
All time there to be

Bringer of hope
Oft to men
From Grey to White
Renewed thou returned

To the End defiant
Pursuant of Justice
Shadowfax thine steed
Passed without heed

Ever good thoust were
Swift to laugh, as to anger
Istari! Istari!
The Noblest of them all

[Nerdanel]

That is a beautiful poem, Chrys. I love the language you use.. and of course the subject. I'm glad to see that you keep on writing!:)

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

thank you so very much :)

[durinsbane2244]

good one !

[Tree Dweller]

I agree!
That's very good!:D


You guys might just inspire me to start writing some again.
It's been about a year since I wrote anything. :(

[Rosie Gamgee]

Oh, yes, write! Or post some of your old stuff; that's allowed.

That poem was very nice, btw! I've wanted to write a poem about Gandalf for some time now... i ahven't found the right words yet.

Here's a bit of a poem I'm working on at this particular moment (well, I've been tinkering at it all morning):

The praise of a maid I am writing to tell
Whose limbs are slender and rare,
Whose eyes are blue-green like the hue of the sea
When the day is sunny and fair,
But whose lovliest sight is the shining starlight
That's caught in her gossamer hair.

'Tis Laura, my Laura, 'tis Laura the Fair,
Whose tresses billow and shine;
When the cool breezes lift the scent of the grass,
Lavender and sage and thyme
To perfume her hair with the gentle night air;
And caress them with fingers sublime.

And that's all so far... I'm working on it.

[Nerdanel]

Tonight I'm heading for the Sea
for everything I need is lost.
Too far away to be real
far too good to be true..

All I need tonight is my dark corner
I don't want to ask for a thing.
Please just pretend I'm not here
I am not around..

Don't notice me when I go
I want to leave in peace.
Don't turn around 'cause when you do
I'm gone.

Please, please just let me go..
Leave me to the Sea.




She is fierce tonight..Reaching for me.
White wavepeaks embracing my feet
Not watching my back.. I might just stab myself.
The end of a bridge is a safe place during stormy nights and melancholic nights..

[Rosie Gamgee]

I like it, Nerdy.

Okay, here's the completed poem:

Fair Laura
7/27/05

The praise of a maid I am writing to tell
Whose limbs are slender and rare;
Whose eyes are blue-green like the hue of the sea
When the day is sunny and fair;
But whose loveliest sight is the golden sunlight
That’s caught in her gossamer hair.

‘Tis Laura, my Laura, the fairest of fair,
Whose tresses billow and shine
When the cool breezes lift the scent of the grass,
Lavender, sage, and thyme,
To perfume her hair with the sweet morning air
And caress her with fingers sublime.

When she runs o’er the fiery meadows of May,
The bright flowers bow as she passes.
Her hair flutters behind like a banner of light
Pure gold against the green grasses.
And when even is nigh, the shades of the sky
Compare only as feeble brasses.

Laura dances on nimble and delicate feet;
The sight is like to a fairy dream
Which has deigned to descend for one moment’s grace
On the wings of a glitt’ring moon-beam,
While golden her locks flow as water o’er rocks
On the bed of a woodland stream.

Now spilling about her like rivers of gold,
Or luminous puddles of wine,
As on the pillow she rests her fair head,
Her soft-tumbling tresses recline.
Who is this, who is slumb’ring bliss
Is enraptured by dreams divine?

‘Tis Laura, my Laura, the fairest of fair,
The praise of whom I have told,
And though the years may fade the light in her eyes,
Though her limbs grow feeble and old,
Though Time wear away the golden to grey,
I shall not lament for the gold.
For silver is fairer than gold.

[Rûdhaglarien]

The last three poems are wonderful. Each of them. I haven't checked in for a while, so I had a bit of catching up to do. But, lovely work, all of you.

[Rosie Gamgee]

My thanks. :)

[Nerdanel]

It's quite a long one.. I'm not very good at reading long poems myself, so I won't blame you.:)

Morning star

It was a morning
of silent sunlight
A new day
of summer rain

The foggy waters called her
to open up her mind
Calling with a smoothing breeze
enticing with what she could find

No signs of human action
no voice to call her back
She dived into the mirror
to break the silky black

- Seven years of misfortune
can’t mean anything now,
She thought and took direction
towards the sunny glow

She dreamt she swam to reach
the playful rays of a star
She let her body go
- today nothing’s too far

Soon she came to realize
that her mind was open wide
She opened up her eyes
from the dream she could not hide

For like when twilight arrives
with a cold and sneaky knife
She could not resist
when the dream took over her life

She almost stopped breathing
land was too far away
- There’s nothing else to do,
she said, than try to find a way

So she turned her back upon the sun
for life was all she had
And begun her journey towards home
weary, cold and sad

She never understood how far
her wild dream had taken her
And now that she wanted back
the way seemed to never occur

Her arms and legs were hurting now
and breaths were hard to find
So she put all her trust
in her own fighting mind

Her body was numb but still it moved
her mind was blank but still she fought
For life had taken hold of her
fighting the dream without a thought

The road was long, the water cold
still the sun stayed with her
Even when she had turned her back
the dream was strong as fear

She swam and let have their fight
so no one noticed when
The dream slowly took hold of her life
and released her from sin

Her life was short but only a dream
so was it not only right
That the seven years of misfortune to come
were changed into Light?

It was a night
of owls howling
A passed day
of blood red skies

[Rosie Gamgee]

I rather like it. (It's not really that long, either, I didn't think.) Nice imagery.

[Nerdanel]

Thanks for the comment..:)

[Nerdanel]

Why do I always fall in love with dreams?
Untouched, pure landscapes in the morning mist..
When all I have to do is wait
for the fog to dissolve, slowly..
For the true state of this love to show.

Once, I fell for a boy, a bright-eyed, clever boy.
After that I promised myself never to crawl in the dirt again.
I dragged myself up and went to the sea to be washed clean.
I let the waves rinse my bare skin until it again shone,
white like the stars in the dark night sky.
Still, I am there, noticing that I keep falling,
deeper, deeper, drowning.
And no anger fills my heart,
except the fury I hold to myself.
No disappointment, no frustration, no hate;
I keep it to myself, only show it to myself.
For in the deep sea, who else is there to direct it to?

Why do I always believe in dreams?
In ever-shining stars and an infinite universe..
When all I have to do is close my eyes
and see that there’s nothing I’m missing..
To see that after all, there’s nothing as fragile as me.

[Lotesse]

Yeah this is where your poem should be. I was wondering how come it was in the venting thread! Again, an amazing piece of inspired poetry, Nerdanel; absolutely beautiful.

[Nerdanel]

Yeah this is where your poem should be. I was wondering how come it was in the venting thread! Again, an amazing piece of inspired poetry, Nerdanel; absolutely beautiful.
And once again, thank you. It is in the venting thread, since I don't feel that well, and the way I got it down on paper was that.

[Jonathan]

All you good poets in this thread, have a look at this site - http://www.keo.org/uk/pages/message.php

There, you can submit a poem or a text that will embark aboard a satellite. The satellite will travel in space for 50,000 years before returning to earth, so that future humans can examine the wreck and read the texts included.

[Nerdanel]

This is originally a poem written in my mother tongue, Swedish. I decided to try to translate it after a conversation with a friend.
I'd appreciate critics, especially when it comes to use of language.

Keep them open

Forget is what they all want to do
- I want to remember
find the memories
the wounds deep within me
tear them up to see the truth.

Everyone wants to see the ugly wounds disappear
- I want to find mine.
To let them heal
I have to find my deep cuts
and stand the pain.

No one wants to feel it, the hurt
- everyone wants to flee
I want my heart to be torn
my body to scream
because this is all I can stand.

[Beruthiel's cat]

Hello to all! I wrote this little ditty to honor my friend's cat-with-an-attitude, Freddie (Yes, she's female -- long story about the name...)

I thought that some of you might enjoy it, especially the cat lovers in our midst!



Dedication: To Sue’s cat Freddie, who takes every opportunity to remind us that it’s just so hard to be a kitty…

Freddie Muses Upon Her Unfortunate Situation

By Beruthiel's Cat

It took a ruse involving food
To get me in this crate!
Now, cruising down the highway I
Will curse my feckless fate!

Off to the place that dreadful vet
Now picks and pokes and prods…
Nine pounds??? If I were bigger I’d
Soon even up the odds!

All this is for my good, he says –
More like some sadists’ whim!
But I have ways to wreak revenge…
I’ll just throw up on him!

:p :eek:

[Nerdanel]

Raindrops

There is nothing as liberating
as the cool autumn rain
when the nights get longer
and the winter sets in.

I’m wandering, I’m travelling north
feeling the rain on my face
I want it closer, I want it near
so I leave my estate as I pace.
>>>>>It falls to the ground,
>>>>>it makes me free.

People are passing by
as vague shadows
but they can’t see me
there is no time.

Without my eyes
all I can see
is blurred lights
from across the sea.

My glasses are gone, my clothes are gone,
my sanity is gone, but I’m not gone.
For my body still feels (rain)
my mind is busy ( )
my eyes are open (prime)
my lungs still breathe (grime).

, and I can’t see the key
but I’m still entering
, and I can’t find you
I’m still listening
, but I can’t hear your voice
- I’m still lingering.

, and the voices, the eyes, and the stars and the screams,
the houses, the cars, and the blue TV-screens
>>>>>everything is gone and I can’t see
>>>>>if only the last lights would leave -
>>>>>and there would only be me.

I’m walking the paths
from the sea back home
and the people still pass me
but keep their gaze low
for naked I walk and
naked I swim and
naked I am when the rain hits my skin.

, and if you would see me
I still would be here
, and if you would hear me
my voice would still bear
>>>>>but you can’t feel
>>>>>and you can’t taste
the rain I left me with.

And in the dark of the night
all I have is the rain and my skin.

And I’m cold.

[Nerdanel]

Heaven Sent

The Sun woke me up this morning
rays of light in my face.
- When will you stop the mourning,
isn't it time to leave this place?

Time to change direction,
time is everywhere.
Life is more than a reflection,
your time in life is rare.

So listen to the autumn rain,
it tells you what to do.
Lift your head up again,
this rising Sun is new.

So take your will
and find your hope,
life's a thrill
for those who elope.

I smiled for finally I was free
to find the dreams I once deserted.
I hate regret, I don't want to flee;
now I'll let myself be diverted.

And the Sun she went,
but I still found my track
for she is heaven sent,
and she will be back..

[Lotesse]

That's quite pretty, Nerdanel! It sounds very much like lyrics to a song. You could be a songwriter; are you?

[Nerdanel]

*smiles* Thank you, that's a very kind thing of you to say.. No, I'm not a songwriter. I'm still in the phase where I want to learn to write.

[Lotesse]

You already write! :) And write well, I must say. I'm still learning how to write, too, and I've been learning since I was three years old and will continue learning till the day I last lay down my pen. That's how it goes for every writer. You've got a talent, though, Nerdy - and yes, they look like songs, those last 2 poems. If you have any friends who play guitar, and like to compose their own music, it'd be fun to get together with them and put your words to someone's music, and see what happens. :)

[Nerdanel]

:) thanks for those words.. they mean a lot. it is true that writing is an ever ongoin process, and i'm glad so; nothing is constant.

[katya]

I`ve been writing poems lately with alphabet theme- the titles start with A, B, C, etcetera. Whatever the first word to come to mind is I write a poem with that theme. It really helps me with inspiration. I thought I would post some of them here and see what you people thought. I`m skipping A thought because I don`t like it that much and it probably wouldn`t have much meaning to anyone but me. The form evolved on its own into what it is now- 9 short lines, not rhyming.

B- boredom

Because my mind cannot stop
cycling through fragments of thoughts.
Because anywhere is better than here.
Because the clock on the wall
draws my wandering eye into its
deathly cold grip.
Can there ever be an end?
... Well that was lucky.
One more second and I would have-

C- calling

In my chest I feel it,
as if I were connected
connected to it by spirit
I can feel someone
calling-
I can feel the way
I so long to see you
that I invent fantasies
of being called to by a strong emotion

D- desire

To long for someone
long to see them
to be by their side
to touch them
to do things that...
To desire someone so much
that you can`t hold back
is somehow
sickening

E- eat

Than bloody violence
than lust and perversion
it seems more pure.
Than abandoned love
or selfish anger
another instinct
innocent desire for food
And so I add
gluttony to my sins

Constructive criticism welcome. There are a couple spots I was not happy with and I wonder if you can find them. If not, then they`re probably ok as is.

[Lady Ravyn]

it's really very good! :)
the only parts i would work on would be in the "c" ( :) ) section where you say
"i can feel someone
calling-
i can feel the way..."

you should change "i can feel the way" cuz it sounds too much like "i can fell someone"

also, where you just end a section with
"sickening"
maybe you could come up with something a bit more.. wordy/descriptive? i dunno. it still sounds awesome though :)

[Lady Ravyn]

Contemplative Moment

It's a rare thing
for someone who has
lived so briefly
to look back and
wonder:
would i
do anything differently?

Of course, the answer
will always be
yes.

i would spout the truth
like a fountain
to anyone
who would listen.

would have laughed at those who thought
me odd,
pathetic in their
boringness.

most of all,
i would have found
the child
that was me,
hiding in the corner,
and brought her
out into the sunshine.
i would have
\enjoyed
being a child,
instead of trying
desperatly
to grow up.

for now,
i realize,
i've missed that part.

and while i have
so much living to do yet,
there is
so much lving
that i've seemed
to have skipped over.

**************************************************

To My Darkness, Whom I Once Loved

You were once my anchor,
something to depend on.
You were once that which
would never leave my side.
You were once that which
kept me from being alone.

But have you noticed?
I've been distant lately,
and i've been thinking-
Perhaps our ways should be parted.
For now I'll be heading down paths
where you just shouldn't follow.

I've found someone else,
a better rock for me;
someone to be real
when I begin to doubt existence.
And, unlike you, this person
asks nothing in return.

He is my Light,
who let's me see clearly.
I no longer hide in you,
but face things with him at my back.
No longer will I fear the world,
and slip away to you and weep;
Instead I will face adversity,
and my Light and I will laugh in its face.

[Nerdanel]

I like both of your poems, Lady.. The first one feels like a literal experiment: it has a really interesting rhythm and also a story behind it.
The second one is a bit more classic, and really nice. You express yourself really well.

[Nerdanel]

Just a little experiment..

Time

We will know it all in time
whatever it is we need to know,
we will learn it all in time
everything that makes us grow.

But in the meantime
let us not ignore advice,
In the wintertime
try to hear the breaking of the ice.
If you'll meet me anytime
I'll give myself to you,
I will sacrifice a lifetime
maybe even a few.

So don't worry about time
in the daytime or in the nighttime,
don't use any time
on longing for summertime.

For as long as we have peacetime,
there is only time to lose
Choose yourself a bedtime
when your head starts playing blues.
Don't be alone at teatime
share your dreams with friends
Don't say you'll do it sometime:
you won't notice when it ends.

[Nerdanel]

Here's a couple I wrote tonight.. Yesterday was Winter Solstice.

Luna

You have the right to condemn,
Beauty of the Night.
Circle around them,
Guide them with your cold light.

They'll follow you blindly,
they'll give you their trust.
They'll lay their eyes on you fondly,
give you their lust.

Luna, the Moon in the Sky,
watch them take their last breath.
Look into their eye,
as ignorance brings them Death.
________________________________

(no title)

Rest yourself now,
freeze for some seconds.
Let your flowers bow,
turn drops into diamonds.

Winter has come now,
with longer nights.
The ground will oversnow,
time for lunar sights.

Nature, go to sleep,
we need you by spring.
Bury yourself deep,
let go of the string.

Take the Sun with you,
but leave us the Moon.
Forget all you knew,
life will return soon.

[Lotesse]

They're beautiful, Nerdanel! I always love your poetry.

[Nerdanel]

They're beautiful, Nerdanel! I always love your poetry.

Thanks for reading, I'm glad you like them. :o

[Lotesse]

I love how us human beings give the moon our lust. And how ignorance brings them Death. I really enjoy your turns of phrase, a lot.

[Nerdanel]

:) Happy to hear that.

You can't navigate to the moon..

[Nerdanel]

Don’t be afraid to hurt me
If it makes you stay away
Don’t hesitate to kill me
If that would make your day.

I’m here just to help you,
To keep you company.
You have been my taboo,
Kill the nymphomany.

Do what you find right,
Force me to obey.
Hunt me through the night,
Let me be your prey.

Do rip off the clothes I wear,
They can aswell be sold.
I don’t mind being bare,
Just leave me in the cold.

Don’t be afraid to cut me,
I am but a heap of meat.
Whatever you claim to be,
I’ll still find you sweet.

[Lady Ravyn]

nerd, beautiful as usual :)
i especially like luna.
this last one you posted, i really like the third stanza. very cool :D

[Nerdanel]

:) thank you very much..

[Nerdanel]

You should've warned me,
you should've told me not to look.
You could've saved me,
you could've given back what you took.

Don't you ask me about gender,
we are what we are and want to be.
I don't label a defender
of your faith, so don't you name me.

Don't tell me about your lust,
I know what you feel and it's not me.
Go ahead and show me if you must,
if me crying is what you want to see.

Don't even talk to me about touch,
for it's all I sense, all I see.
My hands reach out, I want it too much,
won't you ever set me free?

So please don't mention hope,
I know that nothing's for free.
Stop now, I might still be able to cope,
even though I lost the key.

Don't you dare come closer,
or try to find my old key.
You're nothing but a poser,
and there will never be a we.

I should've warned you,
I should've made me go away
when I still knew what to do,
when I hadn't become a cliché.

[Lotesse]

Yet another awesome poem by Nerdanel. I swear, Nerdie, these poems of yours sound like they would make excellent, excellent songs. You're a songwriter, definitely.

[Nerdanel]

:o thank you! i've never really thought about that before..

[Nerdanel]

This one's inspiried by my parents. Dad left a couple of days ago, and I sure do understand him..

Decisions

Going out into the night.
Finally leaving this madness,
this insaneness of ours.

I decided to leave you
I decided it was the best thing to do..
For both of us, leaving us.

I wanted to keep the memories,
hold them close while
trying to destroy it all:

time seems to make it all
look so much better,
at least to me: we once looked so good..

I have missed us for so long now,
I don’t want it anymore.
We can’t do this anymore.

It hit me tonight
that everything I’ve looked back at
is gone, and I can‘t hope anymore.

So why can’t you just agree,
let me go, let us go..
Why can’t we just agree on letting the memories go?

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Finger Soup


Chop, chop
Rip, rip
Drip, drip.

A painful gasp
The bloody bubble bursts
Gritting teeth
Against the raw spasms.

Strip, strip
Plop, plop
Throbbing dulled
Because you are accustomed.

Face sickly pale
Spooking at the soft shadows
Obey the whispers
Widen your eyes.

Purse your lips
Curse under your breath
Snoop.
Meddler.
Backbiter.

Pose like a mannequin
Suspended over your pot
Stove element turned to high
A bubbling sludge concocting.

Essential
Boiling over the edge
Sweetly sickening smells exude.

Strip off the skin.
Squeeze out the juice.
Cut away the tendons.
Rip away muscles.

Blood drips.
Plop into the pot.
Painkillers dulled the pain
Get accustomed to my little game.

Obeying the whispers
Only you can hear
Watch your concoction
Boil and bubble.

Blood bubbles burst
From your stumpy hands
Sizzling your wounds
Howl in pain.

Bite your lip
You have to be quiet
Singe your stumps
On the white hot element.

Go as far as hallucinating
Drop to your knees
Collide with the floor.

Trying to obey
Those deadly whispers
Intoxicatingly tempting
You just had to try. (by...well moi...i swear i wasnt on drugs :D
and NO this isnt about me! tell me what
you think!)

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Human Waste


Screaming in outrage
Bleeding and in agony
We are the souls without speech
We are the speechless.

We are the dying
We are the dead
We are the starving
The haunting.

We are the beaten
We lie in blood
Our blood.

Our life is wasted
Our bodies drugged
Our blood is draining
We are the done.

We are the gone
The lifeless
The hopeless
And we continue
To bleed in agony.

by moi...i think i was inspired when my friend took drugs...tell me what you think!

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Broken Wings


Shattered and mutilated
Bruised and bleeding
Weeping into obliviation.

Numb to everything
Above and around
Those words circulating
Intoxicatingly deadly.

Battered
Trying not to slip
But the grip is loosening
And you're sinking.

Trying to control
But already knowing you've lost it
Noises dulled to soft shadows
Everything halted to a slight whisper.

Hopelessly gone
And gone is the hope
Wishing to be craddled
To health and sight.

Blackened sight
Sightly blackened
Feeling around blindly
Blindly fleeing.

The unseen ruin
Ruined unseenly
A naked hand
Transparent or invisible.

Choked
Entangled and entwined
As black as night
A nightly black.

Catching a glimpse
But not seeing
Pitch black
But almost day.

Hopeful
But not hopeing
Rescued
But you're only dreaming.

Still there
Entangled, entwined
With unseen hands
In a nightly terror
You're ruined.

by moi...

[Count Comfect]

The last few poems here are really beautiful... but also rather disheartening. Here's my go (traditional-style, with rhyme and meter)

In-spiration

O were the sun a blaze of stolen fire
And earth a mass of lead illegal got;
Were all our works the musings of a liar,
Each word we wrote the ravings of a sot;
Should all with lies and robbery be made,
So honest men would fear to show their heads,
And ev'ry day be cover'd o'er by shade
All colour gone, departed blues and reds
And yellows from our sight forevermore;
Were all this true, and nothing else was good,
No hope remain'd, all cast upon the floor,
To never be rais'd up; still then I would
In joyous ditties sing your praises high
For with you near what cause of grief have I?

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

The last few poems here are really beautiful... but also rather disheartening. Here's my go (traditional-style, with rhyme and meter)

In-spiration

O were the sun a blaze of stolen fire
And earth a mass of lead illegal got;
Were all our works the musings of a liar,
Each word we wrote the ravings of a sot;
Should all with lies and robbery be made,
So honest men would fear to show their heads,
And ev'ry day be cover'd o'er by shade
All colour gone, departed blues and reds
And yellows from our sight forevermore;
Were all this true, and nothing else was good,
No hope remain'd, all cast upon the floor,
To never be rais'd up; still then I would
In joyous ditties sing your praises high
For with you near what cause of grief have I?
i love it...yeah my poems have always been dark or " dis-heatening" as you put it

[Lady Ravyn]

excellent, count! :-D

tamuril, i LOVE your poems! very dark, yes, but very real and emotion-filled. don't be afraid to use graphic or strong words in your poetry. (by strong, i don't necessarily mean curse words- i mean words that are strong, that hit people in the face without mercy.) excellent, keep posting!

haven't been here in a while (again) but i've kept writing! i post most of my stuff in my blog on my MySpace (http://www.myspace.com/lady_ravyn) so if ye want to read some, check it out! i could always use more friends anyway, cuz i don't have that many lol. just tell me your from entmoot cuz i don't usually add friends who i don't know and i don't want to deny your friend request on accident! lol
now i'll have to find some newwer stuff to post here... :)

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

excellent, count! :-D

tamuril, i LOVE your poems! very dark, yes, but very real and emotion-filled. don't be afraid to use graphic or strong words in your poetry. (by strong, i don't necessarily mean curse words- i mean words that are strong, that hit people in the face without mercy.) excellent, keep posting!

haven't been here in a while (again) but i've kept writing! i post most of my stuff in my blog on my MySpace (http://www.myspace.com/lady_ravyn) so if ye want to read some, check it out! i could always use more friends anyway, cuz i don't have that many lol. just tell me your from entmoot cuz i don't usually add friends who i don't know and i don't want to deny your friend request on accident! lol
now i'll have to find some newwer stuff to post here... :)
thankyou...i like my poems too...i should post my poem BARBED WIRE because i read it out in the holocaust symposium yesterday..and i'll pm you about myspace

[Nerdanel]

Boderline Case

Time passes me by
every monday at seven
when the sea gulls are crying
and the sun is new.

Behind is a sea
of lost minds,
lost on their way
to a land far ahead.

Still awaiting are those
who don't dare to take the step,
the step to throw them out
into the ocean without end.

I tried to catch the time once,
but I failed to stay on.
That's why I'm here now,
not safe and not free.

In the middle,
waiting to see if next monday
is the one I've waited for
the one to take me to the ocean.

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

Boderline Case

Time passes me by
every monday at seven
when the sea gulls are crying
and the sun is new.

Behind is a sea
of lost minds,
lost on their way
to a land far ahead.

Still awaiting are those
who don't dare to take the step,
the step to throw them out
into the ocean without end.

I tried to catch the time once,
but I failed to stay on.
That's why I'm here now,
not safe and not free.

In the middle,
waiting to see if next monday
is the one I've waited for
the one to take me to the ocean.
that is really good..have you ever thought of publishing?

[Nerdanel]

that is really good..have you ever thought of publishing?
:) thank you! but i haven't really thought about that, no..

what about you? you're a very talented user of your language; not only does the meaning of the words create moods and feelings, but also the combinations of words and the mere sound of them. really nice indeed.

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

:) thank you! but i haven't really thought about that, no..

what about you? you're a very talented user of your language; not only does the meaning of the words create moods and feelings, but also the combinations of words and the mere sound of them. really nice indeed.
im going to publish my works of poems...the books tittle im still not sure of
thankyou ...i've never been called talented with words before...it means a lot :D

[Nerdanel]

Love sucks, and I like it

‘Love sucks, and I like it’,
were the first words I heard him say.
Ever since that day I couldn’t get him out of my head.

I first met him on a party,
as he was standing on the balcony.
I got a grip on myself, just before I turned around and fled.

He saw me standing there,
like a dark shadow in the doorway.
‘Will you just stand there and look at me’, he said.

Timidly I stepped out,
and slowly started to suffer agony.
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows..“, he read.

As I finally reached him,
he looked straight at me and did say:
‘You look at me like if I touched you, you’d fall down dead’.

‘I would’, I replied,
surprised to hear my voice’s honesty.
He pulled me close and held me, as I turned a bloody red.

This situation is new,
I thought, I’ve never felt this way.
I heard me whisper: ‘What if we’d go somewhere else instead.’

He loosened his grip,
and I felt the world was in harmony.
‘I want to get to know you, but you know the word will spread’.

He said he wanted me,
but he couldn’t see himself as gay.
I said, ‘If the entire me isn’t what you want, at least take me to your bed.’

We walked away, close,
and I thought that life is full of irony.
‘I don’t care what they say,’, he said, ‘let’s not look too far ahead’.

That night he told me,
‘I want to be your love, if I may.’.
I nodded and quietly followed his soft hands, as he lead.

But beauty is a beast,
and the worst sin of all is gluttony;
“Too much love will kill you”, I whispered as I lay him on a velvet bed.

‘You suck, and I like it’,
were the last words he heard me say.
With the knife in my hands I stood there, quietly, and watched him as he bled.

[Nerdanel]

Torn reflections

Reflections.. Colourful reflections is all that is left,
since the colours of my life told me to leave.
"Take only things you need to survive",
they said, and threw me out late one eve.

I walked along familiar streets and paths,
but grey was all I could percieve.
Everything had changed, every tree lost its grace,
every stream lost its depth, everything I had chosen to believe.

Late one night I sat down to see what I had brought with me,
the colourful memories of times past I found in my sleeve.
Colours came back to me for they had not been able to alter my past;
that is something only time can achieve.

[Tamuril Sirfalas]

i love this poem! its so good...very interesting

[Nerdanel]

i love this poem! its so good...very interesting
:) thanks a lot! i have it on my devArt page as well, but this is the first comment i've recieved..

i'm glad you like it!

[Rûdhaglarien]

What struck me most in this was the colour vs. grey. I think that's because we've entered autumn, and it's the most colourful time of year. So reading about all the colours going away was... affecting, I guess.

[Nerdanel]

*smiles* good to hear..

[ayra]

Rain
_____________
Rain, rain,
We thank God for
Rain
No ifs, ands, or ors
Thank you God for rain

All day,
All night,
Yesterday,
Last night

This morning,
Let it rain
This evening,
More rain

Yeah,
Rain!

[Nerdanel]

This is something I wrote based on a photo of my brother from when we visited an amusement park.. I love the photo.:D

http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l72/hanny_fi/Aaaahhh2orig.jpg

Breathe/Free

Flying higher, higher, falling,
down through the clean air I'm whirling,
on the softest grass I'm lolling
until my heart stops beating.

I close my eyes to see the world,
I open my mouth to smell the truth
I spread my wings to feel me falling,
I scream my rush into the silence

Hearing a pulse in my voice,
there's no way to rejoice
like this, and my first choice
is the drug of life, always.

[Nerdanel]

I'm still working on this one.. And I'd be happy to get some constructive criticism, especially on the language (if there are errors and such).

3D

Time
Through Time we travel,
through an unknown medium
of life and age.
At Times we realize
the limits there are
have been forgotten.
We fade like a colour
on a big wall of stories
the stories we’ll never tell.
Time passes along invisible paths
where lives get lost
to never find their way back.

Space
In Space there are no limits,
no limits serves no end
and gives nothing to hold on to.
Through Space we travel,
with no destination
to the end that never was.
Space is endless but ours is not
when Time sets limits
no one can cross.
Time and Space, Space and Time
the two dimensions,
the cornerstones to build lives upon.

Us
In Time and in Space I travelled
until I found an alternative way,
until I found the third dimension.
Now I’m falling and I’m flying,
both at the same Time,
in a Space without up and down.
Through us there is a meaning
for life to keep on walking
after getting lost and never go back.
We have a beginning,
we have an end,
we have everything between.

[Nerdanel]

I'm just going to continue.. More poems.

Defrosted

Arriving home, late,
burning
finally being defrosted

Trembling with keys
feeling
my way through the dark

Thrown on the bed
impatient
dragging myself back up

Invoked by fresh air
rushing
closing doors, opening others

The rain.. The rain calming
quenching
a thirst, a fire on my skin

Thirsting, burning, yearning
walking
out on the quiet streets

A city in a deep sleep
breathing
the rain, calming, calming

Empty benches
listening
full of stories, lives, dreams

Resting I can hear them
sighing
but comforting, always ready

A night of awoken dreams
floating
visiting listeners under burning trees

Continous movement
calming
tonight I'm listening

Lying down under the stars
sensating
no worries can find me here

Different stories, different lives
benches
alone or in pairs

Washed clean, calm, warm
pure
with tragedies, comedies, lives

Waking up at sunrise
twitching
rising, greeting the sun

Slowly walking homeward
smiling
ready to burn again, ready to move on

[Lady Ravyn]

nerdy! i think ur writing gets better and better! :)

i've written lots lately... let's see... o! here's one that rhymes! :eek:

"Unsurity"

Standing on a precipice,
looking down below
wond'ring where this journey takes me,
wondering how far I'll go.

Indecision on the wind
that bites through flesh and bone;
the ground 'neath my feet crumbling,
in my unsurity, I'm alone.

If others see that welcomed light
in that silent darkness yonder,
why can't I just believe it's there?
But instead I start to ponder:

If I jump and don't hit bottm,
will I fall for all eternity?
That screaming blackness as my home,
no solid ground for security?

But I've trveled far to be at this ledge,
tears cried, pain felt, much sorrow;
so I'll leap today, and pray my feet
hit sweet, soft earth tomorrow.

[Lady Ravyn]

look! a SONG!! :eek:

No Longer the Hero

Tired of playing hero,
I think I'm going to fly on.
I can't always be your shelter,
can't be there for you to cry on.

This rock has many cracks,
and this solid ground is quaking;
I look down at my firm hand,
and notice that it's shaking.

(Chorus)
So help me bare your burdens
'Cuz I'm weighed down with your load.
Don't mind being your partner
down this wicked, rocky road.
But I've got my own worries,
and you're adding to them daily,
don't make me be the hero,
'Cuz I need someone to save me.

My mind was never strong;
now it's breaking with the strain.
I feel the tension pulling,
on both my heart and brain.

There's an aching in my chest
where I keep your troubles caged;
it's deep in a moral battle
that my common sense has raged.

Don't ask much more of this soul
for my own darkness is stirring.
The line between my life and yours
is ever-slowly blurring.

Chorus

(Bridge)
If you value me as harbor,
then seek another port.
A storm's on the horizon,
and to you I must resort.
It's your turn to be my solace,
now you have to hear my cry.
Save this once strong soul;
don't leave me here to die.

Chorus 2x's

[Lady Ravyn]

and some more sutff lol (told ya i was busy...)

Leather-Clad Pseudo-Men

Little boys get
leather jackets
when they turn
into men.

Leather jackets
signify that
in cryptic ways,
I guess:

'Cause you need
big, broad shoulders
to wear one well-
like Arnold did.

But do you want
to know what I think?
'Bout these
leather-clad machismos?

I think they're still
just little boys
who cry for Mommy
in their minds;

Think they need those
leather jackets
to make their
shoulders broader.

and in response to something my friend peter said about that one...

Princesses, Pinkies, and Curls )Oh My!)

So do you know
our secret?
Those of us with breasts?
The secret of eternal youth that rests

inside us?
Very simply-
we're all little girls
the curls

on our foreheads
never left;
if you look hard enough
you'll see the stuff

we're made of
may not always seem like
sugar and spice
but even nice

gets tarnished with years
of wear and tear.
Our pinky's are clad
with boyfriends and Dad

who will always dote
on our inner-Princess.
See? That inner
royal being
is seen

by others-
not on the surface always,
but there,
waiting to be cared

for,
and served,
and waited on,
and listened to,
by those the Princess,
sometimes a Queen,
deems

our inferior.
Long live
Her Royal Majesty.

[Ireth]

I love your songs/poetry Lady Ravyn.

[Lady Ravyn]

thanx! :)

do you have any? if so, you should put 'em up! :D

[Lady Ravyn]

Trying to Save a Life

And you both stand,
Facing each other
With hands over ears,
Screaming 'til your throats are raw.

But nothing gets accomplished
When no one listens
To cries in the night
Nothing gets done
When no one wants to bend.

So we sit on the side lines
Out-reached hands
Trying to console;
Trying to fix it.

Tears stream
Down my face for you;
And all you can hear
Are the sounds of your own fury,
The sounds of your own pain.

Nothing can change
When the spectators
Do more than those
In the game.

[Nerdanel]

A Tribute to Freedom

Spectacular spectacles
floating in red, white and blue
Fifty sleeping miracles
thirteen more reasons to sue

Black coffee in the morning,
hot apple pie at noon
A greasy doughnut with icing,
double cheese at full moon

Music in all colours,
people voluntarily locked in
Everyone with secret lovers,
no guilt after confessing sin

Cars bigger than anyone's God,
freeways leading nowhere
Crazy people going abroad
- dangerous are those who dare

Freedom is to be released,
hope to wait for a leader
Faith is a treasure increased,
heaven no place for a bleeder

Bigger is always better,
less is never more
Creating a thought and writing a letter
makes the listless head sore

Safety is to close borders,
building walls to keep change out
Sin is causing disorders
in a screaming nation unable to shout

Material riches for those who are blessed,
buying return-tickets to heaven
Hiding the weak and obsessed
in front of dr. Phil at seven

Hid behind make-up and fake noses
are people, screaming in pillows
Boys named nothing less than Moses,
girls preparing to be widows

A nation with only one dream;
to fight their fight, alone in glory
Remembering to smile and never scream,
to get loved for their success story

Seeing a reflection in the mirror,
denying relatedness
Hiding the domestic terror
behind a fanatic bureaucratic mess

Spectacular spectacles
and a whole nation for sale
Ten-dollar miracles
and no room to fail

[Jonathan]

A Tribute to FreedomWow, what a poem. I love it!

3D

I'm still working on this one.. And I'd be happy to get some constructive criticism, especially on the language (if there are errors and such).

// Time passes along invisible paths
where lives get lost
to never find their ways back //I'd write "find their way back". I'm not a native English speaker but a search on Google generates a million hits for "their way back" and only 800 for "their ways back" :)

I find this a great poem too. Good job Nerdy!

[Nerdanel]

Wow, what a poem. I love it!

I'd write "find their way back". I'm not a native English speaker but a search on Google generates a million hits for "their way back" and only 800 for "their ways back" :)

I find this a great poem too. Good job Nerdy!
Thank you, Jon!:) I really appreciate the help.. Now that you mentioned it, it does sound better.. I'll change it.

[Nerdanel]

Stuck

I woke up this morning
feeling kind of stuck
I couldn't move and I thought,
"Well, that's my luck"

I tried to stretch my arms and legs,
but nothing happened, nothing moved
I tried to use my powerful mind,
but my peculiar situation wasn't improved.

So, I thought, seems I'm through
stuck in my bed with nothing else to do
than rest my head and my weary body too
and wait until the sun is new.

_________________

Traces of You

I'm out here looking
for traces of you
in the city of sleeping nightmares,
on bleeding streets of clotted oil

If I only knew now
what I knew then
But facts change and reality rebuilds
as we live and let our minds degrade

So here I am, searching
under stone, bush and warm blankets
for pieces and parts of you,
for hints to prove you weren't just a dream

_________________

In My Dreams

I see them running around the corners of this room of mine,
I see them playing like dandelion children in the sun
I feel the breeze from their smiles through the window,
I feel they've experienced everything I've ever done

I can never leave this room, it's mine and it's in me
like I am in it and I'm a part of it, inseparable
I sense the world outside, but it's nothing but a vibe
like a crack in the mirror, irreparable

Here between my own walls I fear nothing,
everything can be run from except yourself
Now there is nothing to hide behind,
and everything I can do is face myself

But my face is not mine anymore, it's gone
it's twisted and distorted by the old windows
I can never get lost again, never step outside
And even now, I don't know what follows

In my dreams I stand on the brink of freedom,
casting one last glance at the past
then taking off, never looking back again
Entering the mist of the future, at last

But when I wake up it's all gone, I'm gone
but I can still see it, clearly
For outside the children still play, free and unbound
and all I can do is hope they stay that way, sincerely

[katya]

Am trying to write again lately.

you know i'm here

the nights, alone and cold,
stretch out into forever
resisting sleep for a little longer
it's thinking of you
and wondering,
are you there waiting for me?
that is lonelier than your absence

[Nerdanel]

Sweet Insomnia

I haven’t slept for days

Every morning I’ve been awake
watching the sun’s first rays
Every night,
the moon in a new phase

I haven’t closed my eyes
not felt like slumbering
But there’s nothing wrong
nothing I find bothering

You’re just too beautiful when you sleep

[Lady Ravyn]

"A Crowd Not Our Own"

We only get old
To get younger,
Tryin' to fit in
With little ones beneath us
Who are young
And tryin' to get older,
To fit in with us up above.

And we only get wise
To dumb down,
Tryin' to fit in
With the stupid ones below
Who are dumb
And tryin' to get wiser,
To fit in with us way up here.

So the aging comes
And the oldness goes,
While the wisdom grows
And the ignorance starts;
And the world spins 'round
While we all try changin'-
Tryin' to fit in
With a crowd not our own.
**************************************************
"Curls and Sunshine"

i remember you
from back then,
when you were all
curls and sunshine;
before sex drugs and rock 'n roll.

and isn't it funny
how i still think about
the way you said hello
when you answered the phone?

except that last time;
do you remember that?

when i called you
from the Darkness
and reached out
with a "hello"
and a quiet "help me"?

your hello
was different then
as you said it
with your
shakey cigarette voice
and i wondered
what had happened
to that
pretty little blonde girl?

and you ignored my
silent plea;
for you had demons
of your own-

and what good
are two wounded birds
to one another?

but i miss you sometimes;
you and your
sunny day smile.

[Nerdanel]

very nice poems, lady. the first one is actually about something i've thought a lot about.. well, frankly we're never happy with where and who we are but always strive for something else.
i like the second one quite a lot too, especially the second verse from the end. great job.:)

[Nerdanel]

The title of this one is a pun (that is, I know the word is actually written believer ;)) and a response to a poem by an online friend of mine: hers is called Ayouist (a pun on 'atheist'). She's a believer, I'm an atheist. This is, of course, about more than that, though.. I've found myself very, very frustrated with the church and my parents lately, mostly because of child baptism. Okay, I won't babble anymore now.. X)

Beleaver

‘Live like it’s your last day‘, they say
so I sway all the way until the day
when the truth is on display
and everyone’s gone away

Double are the morals they preach
as the simplicity of the minds they teach
Lies, unreachable skies and despise in their speech
all their goals are out of reach

Everything we wish for they ban
Every plan, every man they scan
Like the oppression, the wars they began
Like those people who died, ‘twas from them they ran

I want to trust myself in what I do
but they make me think I have no clue as to
what is false and what is true:
everything I knew grew and tore me in two

‘Leave your ugly lust behind
and hide until your mind’s refined’
So you ask me to be actively blind
and suppress the true nature of my kind

Because of religion I’m in pain
of what I did out that late in the rain:
‘What’s that look, what’s that stain,
is it joy your heart and mind contain!’

[katya]

spring

snow fell and you went away
and i have been alone
for so long that i can't
remember
don't recognize you
when you're right
in front of my
loneliness and my
love for your that still
refuses to let itself
die and melt away
with the snow that just
maybe is starting to
retreat and return
the world to the kingdom
of grass and
flower and
sunshine and
to return to me
only just you

[Lady Ravyn]

i love this one! very powerful, and it flows!
love the rhyming!!!
:-D

[Beren One-Hand]

Here is a poem that I wrote. It isn't serious, but it rhymes well.


A hobbit was Jack,
And that's a fact.
Though he went alone,
to the hills of stone,
Through the willow trees,
Past ol' Bree,
Through the marshy waves,
Right to the caves,
At the mountain's root,
Where lots of loot,
As was stole,
By Ted the troll,
Where it lay, and stay,
'Till the very day,
When up came Jack,
And took it back.

In went Jack,
And followed the track,
Of Ted the troll,
To the loot he stole.
After many a fall,
And a painful call,
On he went,
Though nearly spent.
But Ted saw Jack,
Behind his back,
Thogh Jack was lame,
Ted had no shame,
He threw stone, and bone,
'Till all was thrown.
When all was done,
Jack began to run,
"Catch me if you can,"
So Ted began.

And off he went,
As was meant,
By swift-thinking Jack,
Though speed he lacked,
He sped, and led,
Big ol' Ted.
'Till Ted dove and caught,
Or so he thought,
Swift-thinking Jack,
A tasty snack.
Before he could dine,
The sun did shine,
And turned him to stone,
Where he sits alone,
At the mountain's root,
Without his loot.

[faerie_child]

This is just something I scribbled up one day, I like it- it's short, and it has a nice rhyme scheme.

Fear not harsh winter storms,
Nor snow flurries and drift,
For equinox is here, let us sing,
Equinox has brought Springtime again.

Sing unto the bright blue sky,
No longer covered with Winter’s grey,
Birds and trees shall bloom again,
Equinox has brought Springtime again.

White shall be peeled away,
Green shall be exposed today,
Leaves shall unfurl and bees shall awake,
Equinox has brought Springtime again.

[elven dragonrider]

Human race (the)

We are all slaves to humanity.

Our schedule is our ball and chain
The clock is the whip against our backs
And our overseer is money.

The sad thing
Is that we all form
Each others walls.

On the first page I know, but I thought the last 2 lines were beautiful.
Here is a peom I wrote a couple days ago, its verses are off and it needs some work, but I like it as a rough draft. ;) :)

How do I know when


How do I know when,
To go out on my own,
To leave the beaten path,
To face the unknown.

How do I know when,
To venture out through peril,
To leave the traveled trail,
To know that I might fail.

How do I know when,
That I’ve grown too old,
To be just sitting around,
My excuses are not sound.

How do I know when,
I should face the world,
When I could forget, to my woe,
And just let things go.

I should know when by now,
I should know how to travel.
No matter how hard the terrain,
Or how slippery the gravel.

I should know when know,
How the world I should face,
For life starts with a base,
And I need to make the second step.

I’ll have to take a risk,
I’ll watch out, but I might slip.
Trouble, I might have some,
But at least I won’t be a bum.

[faerie_child]

It's really great- until those last two lines... They irk me... it takes an advice giving poem and makes it sound... silly. I really really like the whole thing until those two lines.

[elven dragonrider]

I agree, I will try to work on that.

[faerie_child]

Could I have some critique on this? I just wrote it and I'd like some comments.

There’s a lady by the lake,
With flowing blonde hair,
Who simply walks in the sun,
No one knows why she’s there.

She wears a white dress,
And holds a yellow rose,
Just a single, lonely flower,
What on earth do you suppose?

She never looks happy,
But she never looks forlorn,
And it looks as if she’s been there,
Since the day that she was born.

You can see right through her,
(If you care to get close),
The specter walks silently,
Carrying her yellow rose.

Neither spirit nor flesh,
She’s not a ghost, nor a hag,
For she doesn’t scream,
Nor for her beauty does she brag.

It seems a pointless venture,
To ask her why she came,
For every time we ask her,
The answer is the same.

She very sweetly smiles,
And takes up her walking once more,
I don’t understand her constant circling,
Or what’s she walking for.

She takes no food or water,
And never changes clothes,
She just continues on walking,
Carrying her yellow rose.

Winter storms return again,
Summers come and pass,
But once the skies have cleared,
There remains the lovely lass.

I bet she’ll just keep walking,
Through Armageddon and judgement day,
At the end of the world, there she’ll be,
And there she’ll stay.

[elven dragonrider]

On the second line, this might sound better.-
Who just walks on in the sun,

This would sound better with the rhyming, because the “carrying” has three syllables.-
(If you care to get that close),

In the last verse, I would use “she will” instead of “she’ll”

I love that poem! It is great! there are a couple of verses that just need some working out on the meter, but I love the rhyming. Great work!

[faerie_child]

Thanks for the tips!

[Keith K]

Here is a sonnet that I have composed. It was inspired by a magical day with a friend at a mountain lake where dozens of eagles soared overhead.

MEMORIES OF EAGLE ROCK

When summers' green begins to fade,
and evenings' air to cool.
I take my friend to a mountain glade
o'er looking a long deep pool.

And Autumns magic draws us in,
seen dancing on the wave.
Reflecting eagles' skyward spin;
times movement now delayed.

For friends are timeless memories
whose seasons never alter.
Echoing hearts' serenity
where passion cannot falter.

Immortal now this Autumn day, locked tightly in my breast.
Forever calling, never lost; my heart now put to rest.

[Lady Ravyn]

"...And Nobody's Happy Anyway"

tired of making everyone happy-
everyone but myself, that is.
tired of taking life in my own hands-
and disappointing people
dear to me along the way.

why can't my soul be set free?
why can't it roam unfettered?
left to its own designs?

because iron bars keep everyone safe-
both those outside
and inside them...


************************************************

this one was published in my college's literary magazine...
"No Good Tree Goes Unpunished"

Do you remember that old

tree? Where the

second kickball field was?

Branches holding beans,

like vanilla,

which we'd split

open and watch as their

fuzzy seeds danced

and danced

about the old

black-topped playground?


It shaded us,

that tree, as we waited

our turn to kick, or

to pitch-

though I

was always in

the outfield.


They cut it down,

you know; maybe

ten years ago, almost;

the last year I

walked those halls.

Its only crime

giving shelter to students,

flourishing in

sunshine and children's love.

How unfair that

its strong life was

taken early;

no shade now

grows in that schoolyard.

Sad, sad

that no good deed

goes unpunished.


But do you remember

that old tree?

We loved it so;

loved it so.

[Keith K]

Very nice Lady Ravyn. I too have a tree or two embedded in my memory. :)

[Nerdanel]

Standing still
inspired by Standing still by koposs, http://koposs.deviantart.com/art/Standing-still-66564496

Rooted
in mud, you'll never break free
longing for an ocean, stuck in the sea

Muted
you weren't given much of a choice
screaming for something, but lacking a voice

You try to run, hide from the sun
and you'd die to fall, learn how to crawl
but you're already down

You run without legs, shelless eggs
and you fly without wings, crownless kings
a fish wishing to drown

You think you're moving, but you're standing still
Believe me now, there is no free will
for you, an unwilling seed resown

[Nautipus]

I like that particular poem...even though it is rather meloncholy.

Here's one of my own, I did it on the spur of the moment this summer while I was out on the ocean, and it is okay, I guess. Please dont be to critical, It's only a five-minute poem.


Untitled

I look out at the ocean,
Its saphire vastness pockmarked
by the comings and goings of the waves.

It rushes beneath the boat,
Hugging it in a silken embrase,
And its powerful arms accept us.

The sun sits low beneath a haze,
Throwing a blazing ring around the sky,
And burning out a final kiss.

The water swirls out behind us,
Turbulence chasing up the phosphorescent life
As I pass over the deep.

[Nerdanel]

A bit of a cheesy title, but it suits this particular piece..

Carpe diem

this will end one day,
and we both know it
this loveship, filled
with barrels of wine
and exotic fruit

you'll find a harbour,
I'll let you go without asking
'what was it we had, what
was it we lost?'

and I'll keep on sailing,
my ship will take new
names, my sails
new colours

and I shall forget the way
back to your harbour
for I will not anchor my ship
and I do not want to see you
bound, a bird,

tied to a rock in the sea,
unaware that it
should've stopped breathing
a long time ago

[Rosie Gamgee]

I didn't write this poem--obviously. It's Lord Byron's, but it's been stuck in my head for a few days and I thought I'd share:


The Dying Gladiator


I see before me the Gladiator lie:
He leans upon his hand - his manly brow
Consents to death, but conquers agony,
And his droop'd head sinks gradually low -
And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow
From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one,
Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now
The arena swims around him - he is gone,
Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.

He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes
Were with his heart, and that was far away;
He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize,
But where his rude hut by the Danube lay,
There were his young barbarians all at play,
There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire,
Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday -
All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire
And unavenged? - Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!

[Nerdanel]

.. but you were just a while

Isn't it funny how
we always think we're something else,
something different

and how after years of what we thought of as
'love'
we can just give up on us
because of a blurred figure
appearing in the mist at dusk

I never expected you to be
what I expected, but
you managed to fool me

I never thought I listened when you said
'believe'
but I did listen, I did feel
and I thought you'd be different
I thought you proved me wrong

I'm sorry to say, I really am,
but I've always been right..
I just forgot it for a while

[Lady Ravyn]

And While I'm Feelin' So Electric

And while I'm feelin' so
electric-
not good not bad just electric,
'cause that's the only
spark of a term that seems right-
some circular ideas have been
poppin' in this
head o' mine;

like
is hello ever really
just hello? or is it some strange
form of a good-bye?
Some guru said
'with every meeting there is a parting'
and so, to, with greetings, dig?

Just like
all good things are
bad now and then; because
there are no real
absolutes in life, are there?
There's no garuntee that
a savior won't
slap you in the face-
and I'm not referrin' to Jesus,
cats, no sir, there'll be
no talk of God on this trip-
or that an enemy won't
ride to your aid someday.

Or how 'bout
beginnings?
Beginnings must have ends,
else we'd never get to the middle;
no Two Towers, no
Empire Strikes Back, no
creme in the center of your Oreos.
So then every beginning is
really just an
end with a friendly smile on, right?

Is everything really all that
relative? That
maleable? That
untrustworthy?

And am I makin' sense or
is all that just a
bunch of ideas
previously spouted only
to be regurgitated and
spewed out again by the
likes of me?

[Nerdanel]

Hide your bloody hands, victim

Hide your bloody hands, victim
Put your leather belt back in the closet, lover
In times of soaring, you whisper in my ear:
'As surely as we'll never part,
as certainly I shall take you to heights
you haven't had the chance to dream about'

But love, oh my closest friend in love,
don't you know I've known myself
I've known myself far longer than you
And my first memory is me touching myself;
and your touch may heal me but love,
your love will never make me kneel

And I shall tattoo your marks on my back
before they fade away too
Yes, love, you are still by my side
but you won't be for much longer
And all I'll need to remember you
are the marks of your sharpening claws

[Valandil]

I live in Chicago. A couple months ago I was driving home up Lake Shore Drive. There's a nice parkspace along the whole lake front here, but there's one stretch - in the north part of the downtown - where that space narrows to little more than the jogging path. So it's a very short distance from road, to path, to lake (although the vertical drop is pretty sharp). As well, all along the lake, there are places where waves can strike the barriers and splash up very dramatically. This particular time, I saw someone on the path, and also saw some wave action - and this little ditty came into my head:

A WAVE

A wave reached up and grabbed me,
As I walked along the path.
Its fingers wrapped around me,
And I swore I heard it laugh.
Its laughter was a mighty roar,
That never I'll forget.
For as its fingers fell away,
They left me soaking wet!

:)

[Lady Ravyn]

lol... cute, val! :)

Inspiration smarmy title, i know...

and it's the broken people
shards of busted china plates
that inspire me;
guess my life is too normal
doing dishes, running late
to create much creation here.

but who is this Normal, anyway?
unknown stranger in the mist and-
heard his name so many times though
he never was my friend, you know.
familiarity from a distance.
those broken people introduced us.
****************************************

a weird one, i know; but i was fiddling around with alliteration and internal rhyme and whatnot...
does it work, or is it too... cluttered? confusing?
:confused:

[Nerdanel]

A commentary on recent and eternal events.

Disorder

I walk on water, barefoot on ice
Turn my head, and the world is burning
The bombs are coming closer
shaking society, blowing life away

In a world where people are diagnosed
when society is sick and dying

In a world where diversity is killed
when all we can handle is two sides

In a world where fiction becomes fact
when knowledge is the enemy

If only shooting holy books
could destroy the ignorance
If only burning holy buildings
would turn the roots into ash

[Tessar]

I'm not sure what this was supposed to be. It came to me when I sat down to write something completely different--I guess it just wanted out of my head :). I think it's how I feel in the best way I can describe it, when I think back on this past year and as I look forward to the future.



Am I Too Late?

If I had shrunk from how small I am,
I would never have grown so much.

If I had known just how little I know,
I would never have learned so much.

If I had seen just how little I see,
I would never have dreamed so much.


Don’t be afraid,
Don’t bleed out your life,
Don’t dream that your dreams will go out.


If I had felt just how much I would feel,
I would have hidden myself.

If I had been cut by the edge of wit,
I would have ignored it all.

If I had imagined how real it could be,
I would have stopped.


Don’t stop striving,
Don’t pretend you’re not enough,
Don’t stop saying the things you wont forget.


If I had been all I could be,
I would be what I will be now.

If I had done all I could do,
I would do what I will do now.

If I had said all I could say,
I would speak as I will now.

[Tessar]

Oh, and two more that I wrote the other day. :) I've been writing a lot of poetry lately... mostly crap, but I do like a few, and I liked these two in particular :p.


Stop Writing Me!
Two Short Poems On The Subject of Spam

1.

Dear Viagra Co.
I thought you’d like to kno’,
That I am not a ho,
So you will have to GO!!!



2.

Dear Spam Spam,
I write to you today,
Because I’d like to say,
You’re really in my way!

Dear Spam Spam,
When I open up my mail,
You tell me what’s for sale,
And my rage makes me go pale!!

Dear Spam Spam,
I wish you’d stop this chain,
Fw: fw: fw: fw: is such a bane,
You make me go insane!!!

Dear Spam Spam,
STOP!!!!

[Tessar]

This poem was inspired very much by my love for Tolkien's poem... I think it's called 'The Road Goes Ever On.' I've been in love with that poem ever since I was a little boy, mostly because I was introduced to it by the music from the animated Hobbit, which was written by Glenn Yarbrough.

This poem is bits and pieces of a variation on Tolkien's poem that goes through my head whenever I'm tired or upset, so I finally wrote down the parts that I liked. It has a weird little melody, but I'll refrain from singing it :p.

I'm not sure it's finished yet, but then it keeps changing (in my head) anyways, so... this is just the latest spawning of it.




My road leads ever forward,
Though I oft cannot find the way,
It winds past every trial and fear,
With danger and toil and many sneers,
But hope will lead me forward.

My road leads ever onward,
Though my heart cannot see it clear,
It flees my sight and hides the right,
With anger and lust, both most unjust,
But love will see me onward.

My road leads ever upward,
Though my soul cannot tell how far,
This weary spirit yearns for rest,
With sleep, with peace, forever blessed,
But faith will guide me upward.

[Gwaimir Windgem]

This poem was inspired very much by my love for Tolkien's poem... I think it's called 'The Road Goes Ever On.' I've been in love with that poem ever since I was a little boy, mostly because I was introduced to it by the music from the animated Hobbit, which was written by Glenn Yarbrough.

It's amazing how absolutely enchanted I was by that music. I must admit, I look back on that with a bit of horror.

You should title it "The Young Person's Guide to Travel: Variations on a Theme of Tolkien". :p But seriously, I like it, especially the second stanza. I also, on scanning backwards, quite like "Am I Too Late".

[Tessar]

It's amazing how absolutely enchanted I was by that music. I must admit, I look back on that with a bit of horror.

You should title it "The Young Person's Guide to Travel: Variations on a Theme of Tolkien". :p But seriously, I like it, especially the second stanza. I also, on scanning backwards, quite like "Am I Too Late".

Thank you--I'm glad you liked it :D. It doesn't quite have the flow that I wish it did, but then it fits my little melody well enough so... :p


Why be horrified by liking that music? :p Glen Yarbrough has had a VERY long, successful career, even though I don't know that he's ever been super famous. And anyways--I love folk music, and I definitely think that classifies as folk music :D.

[Gwaimir Windgem]

A LOT of people have had long successful careers making music; doesn't mean much of anything. :p

[Tessar]

The music will beat on,
Rhythm and song,
Till the pain is gone.

Sometimes the last strain,
Comes too soon,
So I play it again.

Thank goodness for Repeat Track.

[Tessar]

This is what happens when I'm avoiding homework :).

I honestly don't know how I wrote this, because I certainly don't feel like the author. It's dreadful, and a bit disturbing IMO. It's definitely not how I feel about life... the rhythm is weird, and has more to do with the first word of each line using the letters or rhyme of the final word of the previous line. Then the very last part is weird and just kind of trails off.

... anyways.





Go search for gods and idols far beyond your human power;
Cower at the thought that they're self-interested or dour.
Sour the air with fervent prayer, placate them with an hour,
Flour your bed with ground up bones and be your own grave's sower.

Fear the void that tugs your soul when silence fills your ear,
Fear the time that you will waste on hollow, empty cheer,
Fear the life of nothingness that draws you close and near,
Fear the dawn of a morning... when you will not be here.

When all you were, and are, is gone till all of you has vanished,
Banished by the gale of time and polished by its sand,
And life is pulling, drawing to its end,
Bend your knees as if to pray,
Fray your mind in worry,
Sorry for that sin,

Fin.

[Tessar]

It hangs for just one second,
like a diamond falling from a rusty ring,
White calcium stains behind it,
and white-painted metal beneath.

It dives away to its end,
round, oval, tear-dropped, square?
A thousand diamonds now,
then they roll down the drain.

[Empress_Flynn]

Well... I suppose I ought to post something in here finally...

This is something I wrote... back in 2005 or 2006, so forgive if it's a bit... I don't know... lol..

Sweaters and Lemonade

My head's thrown back in laughter
For you.
And me.
For you and me.
I brush my skirt.
Fidgety.
"Can't you ever stay still?"
Why should I want to?
Our lips puckered,
like with watered lemonade.
And you look at me--
concerned?
"Are you cold?"
It's windy, but mild.
"You're only in that sweater,
that thin sweater."
I'll keep you warm.
"I'll keep you warm."
All buttons undone,
so precisely.
I never knew you had such attention to detail.
My head's thrown back again,
not laughing this time.
But I'm smiling.
For you.
And me.
For you and me.
I bet you're glad
I never stay still now.

[Tessar]

Very nice! :D



This is one I hesitated to post.

For... um... obvious reasons, I think. :rolleyes:



No One Really Appreciates Me

My friends tell me I'm awesome,
My mom thinks that I'm sweet,
My lovers are unanimous,
They think I bring the heat.

But none of this fulfills me,
Because in truth, you see,
Their words are only humble-speak,
They can't quite describe me.

My friends tell me I'm awesome,
My dad says, "that's my boy!"
I'll be quite blunt and simply say,
It's true.

I'm friggin' RAD.




:D

[Nerdanel]

Hehe.. I like that last poem of yours, Tessar.. :D Glad you posted it.

Here's a new one I wrote a couple of weeks ago.. Seems I haven't posted here in a while. ;)

Sine sole sileo

dawn climbs in through the eastern window
as joni sings to us, "it's down to you"
and your eyelashes seem brown in the morning shadow

waiting to get hurt has never been this pleasant
and what they meant has never been more clear:
if you know your future, you'll lose the present

before i wake you or let the sun kiss your eyes
i become a magnet, i pull you closer
too close to stay safe, to listen to advice

how close can i hold you without settling inside,
why does your beauty grow the closer i get
and why is your soft hair such a safe place to hide?

answers are not allowed this morning, please do not speak
don't ever let go, let us never admit to ourselves
this is where our disease reaches its peak

for we have all the symptoms, we show all the signs
of a disease we cannot mention by name;
there is not a single future where our fate aligns

but in this moment, this dawn, our bodies fit
my stomach and the curve of your back, so close
such intimacy that it's hard not to admit

sometimes i think we're twins, raised apart
separated and rejoined, but painfully aware
that it'll never return, we won't have a new start

and as the morning star creeps down your face
softly opening your eyes and putting a smile on your lips
i know i can never leave this now, never abandon this place

[Count Comfect]

Nerdanel, I quite like that. The lines are just long enough that you almost forget the presence of the rhyme, but not so long that you actually do. It's a good effect. And the emotion is wonderful.

I've been dabbling some more with sonnets; I wrote a couple more I like, and I was wondering if anyone could tell me what's wrong with them (because I know something is. There is always something, especially with my last few lines...)

War
That thunder isn’t thunder anymore
Now that their eyes have seen the dreadful guns
That threaten even now to end the war
By bringing down the walls. A child runs
Through streets that echo with the bugle’s call
His cry is swallowed in the eager air
That snatches sounds, save those beyond the wall,
And hides them from themselves. Yet even there,
Confined within the ever-straining gate
Where tramping soldiers march to certain doom
And wealthy men, or emperors in state,
Subsume themselves within a general gloom,
The child’s presence lifts the cloudy skies.
The end may come; we live for the sunrise.

On
I wandered long in deadened Northern lands
Where ice fought ice for what was once a sea
And I knew not where land or warmth might be.
I walked upon the frenzied Southern sands
Where dust was interposed between my hands
So neither knew the other was with me.
I even sojourned in the Eastern lea
Where deadly calm left skeletons in strands
And I near wept for tempest and for rain.
Though uncompanioned as each one turned back
From doldrums, desert, or from frigid main,
I never changed my course or set a tack.
There is no purpose save against the grain
The easy West has nothing that I lack.

[Nautipus]

I had to write this bad boy for Creative Writing.It had to be a Valentine's Day theme. I'll post it here, before I turn it in.



Silver

Alex Edwards


He watches, and ponders, the wind in her hair,
As it is woven into dancing strands.
It twists and turns its lovely way,
It dances in his hands.

Her head turns, her neck arches,
Good sense, she does not heed.
He stares into her golden strands,
He stares, he stares indeed.

The sun parades along their length,
It burns and leaps and tricks.
And he wonders what it is,
To be among those fiery wicks.

Inside those locks,
Those flaxen curls,
He is blind and small,
As their golden length unfurls.

He is among another world,
Lost in a fickle whim.
He floats among the golden kelp,
In which gold fish still swim.

He watches as his sun sets,
The gold loses its glitter.
He watches as it falls away,
Along the road like so much litter.

He watches, silent and in awe,
As Twilight comes and fails
He watches, silently,
It is Moonlight, that prevails.




He cannot speak, is it so?
All the gold is gone.
He searches among the cold lengths,
But no, there is none.

Now he turns to her eye,
Here he lights instead.
Here he sees the real gold,
Lies inside her head.

Her eyes are bright,
Bright as the sun,
Bright as her hair that day,
That, her glory, won.

In that moment, on a lash
He knew that he would stay,
Even if no gold should last
Beyond that very day.

[EllethValatari]

*Embarrassed because everyone else is REALLY good at poetry.

I have a couple on my blog: go check em out and do the survey and write comments!!! no one ever looks at it....lol

[url]http://www.ringgirlz.blogspot.com

[Nerdanel]

just a haiku i wrote when inspired one of my own photos.. XD



illuminated
by the breath of spring and you
purified by frost

[Nerdanel]

wow, it's quiet in here.. o.O



change

and yes, it is true
that you managed to pierce
deep, deep under my thick skin
- that's where you placed your drug

but of course, it is known
that it was bound to happen
even to me, although
I always thought I was something else

love, do you see
that i'm the one with more
to lose? that you changed me
from a martyr to a creator?

i never wished to be holy.

so tell me, love,
how does one distinguish
humble development
from brainwashing?

29.09.2010


(i'm not sure it's finished yet...)

[EllethValatari]

wow, it's quiet in here.. o.O



change

and yes, it is true
that you managed to pierce
deep, deep under my thick skin
- that's where you placed your drug

but of course, it is known
that it was bound to happen
even to me, although
I always thought I was something else

love, do you see
that i'm the one with more
to lose? that you changed me
from a martyr to a creator?

i never wished to be holy.

so tell me, love,
how does one distinguish
humble development
from brainwashing?

29.09.2010


(i'm not sure it's finished yet...)

Indeed it is...I just spent about 30 min. reading back through all of these poems-I'm suddenly inspired to go write myself-such good poetry!

Nerdanel, the poem is quite good, especially the 3rd stanza. I like how it ends. It leaves you thinking. :)

[Nerdanel]

if you end up writing something, share it here! :D

thanks for your comment.. glad you like it! the third stanza is sort of my favourite, too.. :)

[Nerdanel]

frost

white crystals sprouted and sprinkled
over green grass and shallow waters
forming thin sheets of miniature suns,
ever growing, ever fusing, ever blinding

forcing what has not yet changed
into a diamondy dress, to be kept safe,
and into a long, deep, undisturbed sleep
and a false sense of time, itself, stopping

and the frost alone will keep on going,
growing, building layers upon layers
of thin sheets of self-repairing glass
until the world is nothing but pure, white beauty



but there is always an end to this aggression
always, just like it returns, always
the end will come with a bow to the sun
and begin again when we look away, voiceless

all this slow death, and all this rapid life
due to the tilt of an axis.




(13.10.10; i think it should be read out loud to be fully appreciated. :) the extra space between stanzas 3 and 4 is there as a longer breathing break, where i also like to change the pace of the poem. but read it however you want, of course!)

[Gwaimir Windgem]

Oh, I firmly believe that all poems should be read aloud. :)

Are you writing with any particular scheme?

The reference to aggression, in the third stanza, was very striking, after the more aesthetic approach and the sense of protection in the first two stanzas. I also really liked the last line! So crazy. :D

[Nerdanel]

Oh, I firmly believe that all poems should be read aloud. :)

Are you writing with any particular scheme?

The reference to aggression, in the third stanza, was very striking, after the more aesthetic approach and the sense of protection in the first two stanzas. I also really liked the last line! So crazy. :D
i agree. but i have a feeling most people don't do it..

sorry, don't think i really got your question about the scheme..

it is pretty crazy, isn't it.. :D but good, as well! i wouldn't want to live in a world without seasons. :) is the change being striking a good or a bad thing, do you think (i know there's more than good and bad.. :P)? is it too much?

[Jonathan]

frostLovely poem. It reminded me of today's Stockholm where the first snow fell this morning.

[Voronwen]

I've been experimenting with free verse once again. Perhaps i'll get up the courage to post something soon. :)

[Tessar]

Personally I think all poems should be rapped to a funky beat, but I guess reading them aloud is okay too.

[Nerdanel]

Lovely poem. It reminded me of today's Stockholm where the first snow fell this morning.
:) glad you like it! we've had snowfall as well, but nothing stayed on the ground..

and tessar, that's a pretty great idea. XD i should try it with my poems.. :P

[Tessar]

and tessar, that's a pretty great idea. XD i should try it with my poems.. :P

... if you would. >.> I'd appreciate that.

[Gwaimir Windgem]

This is not mine, it is by the Portuguese poet Alexandre O'Neill; I just love it so much, I was overcome by the urge to translate. :p Of course, it's much better in the Portuguese, particular when sung (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Snysz4zzHZI), but there you are. :)

There are words that seem
to kiss us on the lips.
Words of love, of hope,
Of immense love, of insane hope.

Naked words that you kiss
While the night loses its face;
Words that deny themselves
At the walls of your distaste.

Sudden and vivid
Among colorless words,
as hoped, unhoped for,
as poetry and love.

(The name of whom you love
revealed, letter by letter,
on heedless marble,
on a discarded sheet of paper)

Words that carry us
To the power of the night,
To the silence of lovers
Clinging against death.

[Pitchike12]

Journies and Scenary

As you wander down the twisting Road
Of life,
Choose your paths wisely;
But do not rush along,
For while the Destination
is important,
What you See on the journey There
Affects what you do
When you Arrive.

Oh! I love this poem. It's lovely.:)

[katya]

Ugh I come here to post one or two of the endless amount of poems I've written over the past month or so and I read Nerdy's and I'm like "damn, I can't compete!" Oh well!

december 14 (first poem for a LONG time, also i don't smoke anymore)

ghostly reflection in the window
a cigarette burning
i put my hood up
stare coldly into the empty winter cold clean snowy world
no one there to see it
ignoring precarious ash

you were wrong
i wanted you to say that you'd still love me

even this me,
smoking and looking out the window, alone,
small
wondering if i'm pretty enough
lofty enough
me, a face superimposed over a winter night scene

----------------------------------------------------

from today "a history"

I was new and bright and alive
with the light of your laughter
and your talk, your warm hands,
in a very far off place.

And then like a wild cat
struggling for freedom from
the cage of her own making
and the cage that was her love for you
that would give her no rest
until she was only exhausted,
and ready to surrender to you.

But that is far away now,
thoughts of anything to surrender to,
for what am I now but this:
a broken and abandoned
doll
lying there, quite still.

[EllethValatari]

These are beautiful, katya!

I'm currently searching for my long-lost poems. Will get back here once I find them. ;)

[katya]

Thanks. :) Looking forward to it. <3

[Nerdanel]

abstinence symptoms

my tears water a soil
lacking those
essential nutrients required
for full functionality,
growth and prosperity

biochemistry,
like lack of sleep
my brain lacks the ability of
contentment, my skin the ability
to reason

yes, they were right when they said
that we'd pay for acting strong, young
and utterly untouchable like stars
so hot and so massive, they'd disintegrate
on contact

on earth, with gravity pulling
on eyelids and tears, i struggle
to stay up on the hazy surface
where all is ugly,
but safe

when i let go, stormy,
oligotrophic waters grasp me,
throwing me against hard,
unforgiving rocks, then
spitting me back up

on a cold beach, beat, broken
and suffering again
from that same lack
of sleep and
your essential nutrients

[Nerdanel]

a gentle caress
fingertips on my cheeks, spine
- the sun, unlike you, here

[Jonathan]

Oooh, excellent haiku :)

[Beren3000]

a gentle caress
fingertips on my cheeks, spine
- the sun, unlike you, here
Too good for words :)

[Nerdanel]

thanks a lot, guys! :) it just came to me this morning..

[Gwaimir Windgem]

Haikus get ragged on a lot, and they can get kinda self-indulgent sometimes. Sometimes, though, they come out as simple and expressive perfection. Like this one.

[Nerdanel]

wow, thanks! :)

[Nerdanel]

something i scribbled down a while ago..


I know I always leave you
it's always my own choice
And when I do apologise,
it never is my voice

For 'though your touch is heaven
your voice my favourite song
It's to the touch of oceans
and songs of winds I long

[Nerdanel]

child of the fertile crescent

from that first brilliant flash of light
and the high-pitched voices,
from the first breath of dry air,
cold against my naked skin,

the very soil i fell onto from my mother's womb
has never been mine;

but its richness and naïve generosity
bluntly stolen, torn from my bleeding hands
by those who occupy our land

to rape every growing thing
to harvest our ancient history
to build their armies
to keep the power
to control our soil.

until the day i leave this light,
these screams, the satisfying breath of air,
i will mourn the country i never had;
my tears watering its ever-giving soil.

[Nerdanel]

http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l72/hanny_fi/IMG_6645_2.jpg

my love is a piano player

my love is a piano player,

dreaming in chromatic scales,
of infinite circles of fifths
and musical offerings;

living a symphony
of interwoven movements,
working to compose our own polyphony

rich in counterpoint and harmony.

my love is a piano player,
and i her moving hands.

[EllethValatari]

A sonnet :)

Pottery

Together: incessantly the potters mold
Us, clods of clay first dug from earth.
A process replete with change; rebirth-
That pots may one day water hold.

Their hands methodically vertical-
Flowing, smoothing those to crack,
Straining to influence with chalk.
Our shape, our form, made lexical?

Some to the repercussion bend,
Forthwith, for terminus easily gained,
Cast fainéant, post years fourfold.

Others tilt, they desire more,
Taking advantage of the potter’s force;
To one day more than water hold.

[Nerdanel]

good, strong heart

he was
punished for his good life
with a big, strong heart
grown from hard work, abundant love, and
an open mind

always beating, sincerely, gladly
without judgment, even when
the gun was forced into his hands, even when
his veins filled with crabs,
circulating through him, pinching him,
eating him;
still, happily pumped around by
that big, strong heart

and after months on
that cold hospital bed,
in happiness or sorrow,
a lone tear rolled down
the dry, white cheek as his heart

just wouldn't

stop

beating.

[Jonathan]

I wrote this poem one night in February, immediately after I had come home from a lovely surprise party. "Uddevalla", mentioned at the end, is the town where I currently reside.

As I went to see my god-daughter Blenda,
little did I know my friends had an agenda.
See, I was fooled, I danced to their tune,
for what I thought would be a quiet afternoon
would turn out utterly different quite soon.

I had expected an ordinary meal,
unknowing of what the hosts tried to conceal.
A regular dinner with Blenda at her parents',
their secret plan was never apparent.

What then transpired was all too weird,
for out of nowhere, they all appeared!
The homely supper was nothing but a guise,
a clever cover so that all the guys
could give me the most amiable surprise!

Undeniably, it was a most cunning plot
- a great surprise party was what I got!
And all my closest friends were present,
indeed, I couldn't have had a better present!

The reason for the party, explained the host
was of course my imminent move to the west coast
whereto I will venture with a candid ambition
to work at the hospital as a junior physician
and treat patients with every kind of condition

I tell you now from the bottom of my heart
as I bid you adieu as I'm about to depart
You are the best of friends and I love you all!
See you guys when I return from Uddevall(a)!

[Nerdanel]

A limerick I wrote when I first started looking for work after leaving the academic world... :P

Limerick

From one to another universe I sprang
and promptly hit my head with a bang!
For students do not learn
how to work or how to earn;
Forever not a member of the Experience Gang...

[Nerdanel]

Rain catcher

I can't seem to
catch my thoughts they are
falling down a spiral,
lifted by a tornado

Landing in soil, like seed
germinating at first,
only to explode into a forest:

Dense, diverse, dripping,

Full of life and I see
how lucky I am,
surrounded –
embraced by this beauty,

By you.

Your confession started this
wind that took my mind;

Your fall for me and
our mutual understanding and
the love from those we've chosen to love
– a network of all I ever wanted:

Rational thinking,
understanding,
and feelings, abundant as the rain

In a forest.