Some Poems

[elvendrummer87]

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.

Untitled # 1

Sometimes I wonder whether life
Is really worth the pain and strife
That I go through when I'm at school
Or try to act and dress cool
As I ponder this I ask,"Why?"
Was I put here to succeed...or try?

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.

Silver Beauty

Flashes in the light
Blinding in its lovliness
Deadly beauty
Comrad at my back
With his sharp edge
Friend/Foe -
Depends on which end
Your standing
boreal, Singlestroke,Lightning, Glamdring -
Sword.

[Ninquelote]

Oooh oooh! Can I post my ballad? I love my ballad.

[IronParrot]

elvendrummer: Not to nitpick, but spelling is pretty important, and errors could distract the reader... "Journeys and Scenery".

I like the third one (The Human Race) - short and to the point, and a profound point at that.

[Lalaith]

I really like your poems.

[gimli-son-of-gloin13]

In " The Human Race " when you say "money", to make it a little more descriptive, you could make it " the cold hard cash in my hand", just a bit of cunstructive critisism!;)

[elvendrummer87]

Originally posted by gimli-son-of-gloin13
In " The Human Race " when you say "money", to make it a little more descriptive, you could make it " the cold hard cash in my hand", just a bit of cunstructive critisism!;)

that sounds better, i think. those were the kind of things where you write them and they sound good, but then you read them again and you know you should improve them. i just couldn't figure out what to add.
and the typo was the fault of speed-typing. i was sorta in a hurry. :o

[gimli-son-of-gloin13]

Elvendrummer, what about that poem in your sig? What's that called?

[Lalaith]

You're pretty talented. I just saw that you are actually younger than I am. Go on.

[elvendrummer87]

Originally posted by gimli-son-of-gloin13
Elvendrummer, what about that poem in your sig? What's that called?

it's a poem by Andrew MArvell from "A Dialogue Between the Resolved Soul, and Created Pleasure". I found it at the begginning of "Enchanter" by Sara Douglass. (great book, btw)

[elvendrummer87]

Originally posted by Lalaith
You're pretty talented. I just saw that you are actually younger than I am. Go on.

thanx; i find that i can get my thoughts across more accuratly in poetry than in stories, though i've attempted to write stories too. i'll see if i can drudge some of them up and post them. do you have anything posted yet?

[Lalaith]

Originally posted by elvendrummer87
thanx; i find that i can get my thoughts across more accuratly in poetry than in stories, though i've attempted to write stories too. i'll see if i can drudge some of them up and post them. do you have anything posted yet?
I've posted my stupid Faramir and Eowyn poem once. I have written it in English and It's not that good. Just wanted to write about them.
It makes no sense posting my German poems.
BTW, I find my emotions often in other peoples lyrics and poems. Better than I could ever express them. That's strange.

[Elenka]

I'm self-conscious about my poetry, but I suppose if I want feedback I ought to post some. So here goes. Anyone laughing will be ground into the dust head first.

Remembrance

Think of me
When you walk beside the waters of the deep blue sea
Think of me
When you walk upon the shore of the shifting sand

Remember me
When you walk into the shadow of an ancient tree
Remember me
When you ride out on a journey in a distant land

I will think of you
When I walk onto the grass beaded with morning due
I will think of you
When I look over the landscapes that you passed on by

I will remember you
When I greet alone the darkness and the night anew
I will remember you
Though you see a new horizon and a different sky
********
Yep, I'm a romantic. Not love kind of romance, just all that crap about nature and peace and silence and bravery and...you get it. I've never written a single poem about the modern world. I prefer to write soppy nature sonnets.

[Gwaimir Windgem]

Ooo...that is nice. Nice indeed.

I posted a separate topic for a few of my poems, but evidently the mods don't think they're worth it. :( ;)

Forevermore
by CENSORED

So fair and perfect is the blessed land of Forevermore,
That holy land, that fair place of pure and holy bliss.
There, tears will drop and blood be shed never, nevermore,
Nor the old ways of yesteryear will ever again be missed.

In this unblemished, undying land of true and perfect peace,
War and famine, plague and death will everlastingly end.
Pray that when life so sweet and good at last flies from thee,
Undying soul to undying lands will eternally ascend.

So fair and so pure is the blessed land of Forevermore,
Where crystal tears will drop and crimson blood be shed never, nevermore.

Second, a slightly darker piece, stemming from my secondary world. I'm not sure if it's an incantation, an invokation, or dark liturgy. It's untitled, and goes by "A Few Nameless Lines".

Ancient power old as stone,
Rotted flesh and broken bone,
Olden Master of the damned,
Molten eye and twisted hand,
Thy smashed body, lack of breath,
Bring thy power, bring thy Death.

I've experimented with two different kinds of recitation. One is basically just a regular old "chant", not meaning like Gregorian Chants, or song without music, but just chanting. The other is actual music which seems to me to go quite well with the rhyme etc., though not with the actual content of the poem.

[Lalaith]

I like it Elenka. Don't be self-concious.

[Elenka]

Yay!! I got positive feedback!!

[Lalaith]

Originally posted by Elenka
Yay!! I got positive feedback!!
And even if you don't get positive feedback from everyone, don't stop doing what you like.

[Linaewen]

Great work, Elenka and CENSORED. ;)
Beautiful.

[IronParrot]

I don't consider myself a poet by any standard (it's not really my medium of choice), but here's something I put together a week ago:

The Composer At Work

Note.
Note. Note. Note.
Notenotenotenotenote.
Chord.

Chord, chord, chord.
Push, pull, resolve, six, two, five, one
Dominant, tonic, cadence.

Me-lo-dy, notenote.
Me-lo-dee-dum-dee-dum, notenote.
Chord, melody chord, melody chord
Dominant, tonic, cadence.

Rest.

Tonic.

[Jonathan]

Wow. That was a nice poem, IronParrot :D
You should either be a poet or a composer.

[Lalaith]

Really poetic, IronParrot. :D

[Elenka]

IronParrot, go find yourself a publisher. 'Tis beautiful, the way it captures the essence of idiocy and music in one (j/k)!

[Gwaimir Windgem]

You better be...we all know where in the Entish hierarchy he falls...:eek:

[Ninquelote]

I might as well post it here too. :D It is poetry, and some think it's good. It's about, well, the hunting of the wolf, from The Silmarillion.


The Hunting of The Wolf (A ballad.)

The red maw goes to Menegroth
prepared to fight 'til end
those that sung of wolfen wroth;
his fangs wanting to rend

King's hands, bow, and loyal hound
rose to fight that day
a hunt to claim the dark one's crown
Carcharoth to slay

The northern of Esgalduin
The dreaded wolf did lay
The hunters now approached herein
Lured by feral bay

Huan, friend of Lúthien
Left Erchamion
To go seek the wolf out then
But Carcharoth was gone!

Out of a thicket filled with thorns
The Red Maw had sprung
Filled with Melkor's hate and scorns
Upon Thingol he flung

Beren strode to fight the beast
but was smote by prey
Huan lept to stop wolf's feast
and they were led away

Huan, hound of Oromë
Fought the lupine curse
And Carcharoth, to his dismay
sunk into the earth

But in this moment, felled he was,
Erchamion near-dead.
And Huan, victor, raked by claws
Went to Mandos then.

“Farewell,� he said, ere his parting
“We shall meet again.
In Valinor, they will be calling;
Live again, Beren!�

Beleg, Mablung, Doriath
Wept for him that day
Victims of Carcharoth's wrath
A small part in the play.

They slit the belly of the beast
Drawing the jewel wherein
Tinúviel's dowry was the least
To pay the wolf's own sin.

Mablung placed the light of trees
In Beren's living hand
“Now the Quest is achieved.�
But his life would not withstand.

At the feet of HÃ*rilorn
Lúthien awaited
Her lover dead, she did not mourn
Not knowing what was fated

Thus ends the Quest of Silmaril
Cut from Melkor's crown
Release from Bondage yet to end
Until Beleriand sinks down

[elvendrummer87]

Elenka and Censored: very nice! Elenka, i feel the same way: i posted my "reaLISTIC" POEMS, BUT I FEEL THAT MY NATURE POEMS ARE TOO PERSONAL TOO POST RIGHT NOW; MAYBE LATER THOUGH.
iRON PARROT that was really nice!

[Gwaimir Windgem]

And of course, as I told you before, a beautiful ballad, Nin. :)

[Kalile]

These poems are really great, don't know if I'm up to caliber, but here goes.


Stars

The stars are close tonight.
I have but to stretch my arm to pluck them like so many grapes.
Diamonds from a velvet box, I'd treasure them
Small, sparkling gems.

Like words on a page they tell stories of the sky,
Scattered in brilliance across a neverending page.
Tonight the patterns are mine to see, my stories to tell.
Tonight, the stars are close.

The stars are far tonight.
I am so small this cold night,
Bright yellow jacket, bare toes numb -
How could one person know them all?
They cannot - I cannot.
I can't reach those far away worlds.

I am but a looker, given glimpses of great wonder, and great frustration.
We can't great chasms, cold and empty.
I may only dream of stories untold, journeys unmade.
They are not mine to know, mine to own.
Tonight, the stars are far.

I have this window with a ledge over my garage. I wrote this last December after I had crept outside, against my parent's wishes. :p

[elvendrummer87]

wow! that's so beautiful!

this one is one of my favorites that i've written:

Untitled # 4

Beauty is deciet
Showing us lovliness that seems to go on,
Yet really contradicting itseelf,
In that beauty is only skin deep.

Beauty is a thief
Stealing from us our sense of person,
Keeping us from seeing what is
Inside ourselves,
And those around us.

Beauty is
As unreal
As a snowflake in June:
It may happen somwhere else,
But from our point of view
It is nonexistent.

Beauty is a hypocrite
For while beauty is perfect,
In order to be beautiful,
There must be a flaw;

Imperfection is beauty.

[Kalile]

So true. Like crooked teeth on a pretty person, or something.
Awesome poem! :)

Oh by the way, in my sig is part of Kermit the frog's best song.
It's in the origional movie, it's (duh) about rainbows, and it's really pretty.

[elvendrummer87]

i love that song! when i was little my mom sang that to me a lot! it's so poetic and truthful.

[Dreran the Green]

Everyone's poems are beautiful. I loved Kalile's one about the stars. I write a lot of poetry but right now I'm not sure where any of it is

:eek:

If I find it I'll post here later.

[Kalile]

heeheehee
I've written hundreds of poems that were never meant to be read by anyone but me, except... :( I think I recycled them! :rolleyes: sigh.

[Gwaimir Windgem]

I know what you mean, to some degree. I wrote a short story that I doubt I'd share with anyone except those I consider friends.

[Kalile]

I won't even show mine to my best friend. :p Poems for me are usually pure emotion about something, and I don't like letting that much on about the person inside the jester.

[Ninquelote]

I wrote a few haikus I could post.

#1 Try again.

Most of your 'haiku'
Do not fit the rhyming scheme
Try again, will you?

#2 Some help.

Remember, it's five
Then the seven syllables
Then five once again.

#3 A note.

When a person writes
You must give them some respect.
Even if they suck.

#4 It will stay unfinished.

I do not like those
Who in the first paragraph
claim it a novel.

[IronParrot]

Those are neat. I heard a different variant on the second one once:

Five in the first line
Seven in the second line
Five in the last line

[Gwaimir Windgem]

Aren't haikus supposed to be about nature? :confused:

[Linaewen]

Originally posted by Gwaimir Windgem
Aren't haikus supposed to be about nature? :confused:
No, so long as they fit that pattern I think. You can't have one entire style about nature, can you?:confused:

[Gwaimir Windgem]

I thought they were...Ah well. :)

[Linaewen]

Oh, a poem someone made for me:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love Legolas
He loves me too

dedicated to Jonathan, Ruinel and Lalaith <-- hahaha!

[Lalaith]

Originally posted by Linaewen
Oh, a poem someone made for me:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love Legolas
He loves me too

dedicated to Jonathan, Ruinel and Lalaith <-- hahaha!
:mad: ANGER.

that's real poetry

[congressmn]

Originally posted by Linaewen
No, so long as they fit that pattern I think. You can't have one entire style about nature, can you?:confused:


well u will have to ask a naturist that.

[Ninquelote]

i wrote a couple more.

#5 Misuse of Words

A papparazzi
is a photographer that
nags celebrities.

#6 There is a Difference

There is quite a line
between a flame and a bit
of helpful advise.

[IronParrot]

Un haiku

J'écris les haikus
Mais ils sont tout en français
Je n'parle pas anglais

[Linaewen]

Originally posted by IronParrot
Un haiku

J'écris les haikus
Mais ils sont tout en français
Je n'parle pas anglais

Whoa! You know Cantonese, English and French? *feels really stupid* Well, I know the basics of several languages! Ha! :(

[Ninquelote]

lol, funny haiku!

[Lalaith]

I'm thinking of translating a poem from my screenplay into english and posting it here. Have to think about it.

[Jonathan]

Don't think. Just do it.

[Linaewen]

I agree. I really want to read it. I do know some German though. 'Österreich ist frei!' and 'Guten Tag' etc etc. Man, I am just too good.

[Aralyn]

I have a couple
A tanka (follows a 5-7-5-7-7 structure), and cinaquin(2-4-6-8-2)

Perfect(this one is in my sig)

Friends are not forever
And life is not all roses
Sometimes clouds do not
Have pretty silver linings
Everything is not perfect
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Time Flies

Time flies
When you have fun
And when you do not, it
goes on anyhow, not to stop
It flies

~T.S.

[Kalile]

Originally posted by Linaewen
No, so long as they fit that pattern I think. You can't have one entire style about nature, can you?:confused:
Originally posted by congressmn
well u will have to ask a naturist that.

How about an English major's daughter?

Hiakus are traditionally about nature, and that's technically the rule, but they have been used for other things too. The Japanese use them to write about nature, but it's a very relaxed rule.

[Lalaith]

Originally posted by Jonathan
Don't think. Just do it.
I'll do it this afternoon. Haha.

I agree. I really want to read it. I do know some German though. 'Österreich ist frei!' and 'Guten Tag' etc etc. Man, I am just too good.
I know you are a fluent german speaker.

[Lalaith]

Okay, translated it. if you want to read it go there

my poem (http://entmoot.tolkientrail.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=237943#post237943)

[Jonathan]

Inspired by a song by a Swedish artist, I wrote this poem.
I'ts about the weather in Stockholm.

I heard on the TV today
That the sky’s going to be grey
And all over Stockholm, my town
Heavily, the rain will pour down
That sounds very, very odd to me
It’s always sunny here, you see.

We must’ve irritated the gods
Come on, I mean what are the odds?
We’ve never had a drop of rain
Now I think I will go insane
Stockholm’s weather cannot be bad
The weather always makes me glad


Now this poem isn't true. It's often awful weather in Stockholm.

[Lalaith]

Hurray, a rhyme. Cool, Jonathan, especially your explanation. :D

[Ninquelote]

I wrote a cywydd llosgyrnog riddle.

An old man in a darkened field
while to the daytime he does yield
soot upon his grimy back
wealth and riches he would lack.
But in the coal there are diamonds
and with those he makes amends.

[IronParrot]

What, a volcano?

[Ninquelote]

Nope, the moon. :D

I describe it as a him, an old man in a field filled with blackness and diamonds. (The diamonds being stars.)

[Gwaimir Windgem]

I guessed it. :D Of course, I did take two guesses at once...:p

[IronParrot]

Reading it over again, I still maintain that volcano is a viable (albeit unintended) solution... :p

[Gwaimir Windgem]

Do volcanoes not "blow" in the daytime?

[Ninquelote]

Would you care to explain to my why a volcano would be a solution?

[Agalayth]

The Horrors of Hate

All the sadness
All the melancholy
All the crying
All the despair
Do we deserve this?
What have we done?
We are just different
Nothing more

All the death
All the lamentation
All the mourning
All the tears
Why do they do this?
Why does it matter?
We are just different
Nothing more



It's a work in the making... ;)

[frodosgirlfriend]

Agalayth, I really like that.
My poems are gushy or angsty. I don't really like my poetry, my stories are much better. All of my poems i make into songs. Now that I look into the Doc i keep all of my poetry I’ve realized that all but two of the poems in there are written by a friend who wants me to make them into songs. I guess my best song is this

Sweat poured down into large brown eyes.
Bayonets rushing into bodies and getting pulled out with effort.
Bullets tearing over unruly brown hair.
Soulless shoes covering blistered dirty feet.
Running away Running away
Is the fight useless?
If there’s only one more will it help?
Running away Running away

More bullets for the country
More deaths for the country
More blood washed away.

Death and blood and death and blood
The stench, taste, and feel.
Death and blood and death and blood
Get away from it all

Small young hands pulled the trigger.
The bullet flying through the air and killing
Yellow teeth biting down hard.
A small heart jumping about like a drunken rabbit.
Running away Running away
This fight is useless
One more doesn’t help
Running away running away


More bullets for the country
More deaths for the country
More blood washed away.

Death and blood and death and blood
The stench, taste, and feel.
Death and blood and death and blood
Get away from it all

A bullet comes ripping and tearing though the air.
A young body descends to the ground
A Chest rises and falls one last time
Eyes unseeing mouth tasteless
One more lost



I wrote it after a field trip to Gettysburg and I realized how much war sucks.
I was trying hard not to use "I" or "you" cuz
every other poem i've written has one of those words in it. I know it's really bad and thats why I post it, it's my best and i want to be a better Poet even though I write stories.

[gimli-son-of-gloin13]

My poem in my sig is getting published in a book! It was automaticly entered into a contest also!! If you see the book
" Everlasting portraits" in a book store look and see if you can find " Last Breath of Life" written by Sierra Sanders:D

[frodosgirlfriend]

Thats cool, when will the book be in stores?

[Estel13]

Aspects Of Love

The heart is such a fragile thing.
You must be careful in its giving.
Or it will break.
And that's the one thing it can't take.

Forest Haiku
Running in the woods
Just as fast as I can go
Leaping like a deer.

I'm not the best at poems. What do you all think? Be honest, now.:)

[Lief Erikson]

Could use some improvements to the meter. It's a little random in sentence length, and that breaks up the continuity.

Of course, I have MAJOR problems with that in all my poetry, so although I recognize the mistake, I'm no one to talk ;).

[frodosgirlfriend]

Pulling away from darkness
But he gets nowhere
Going No where
trying, pulling
"Help me!" he cries,
his eyes full of tears
But he gets nowhere
Going No where
The sun shakes it mane
in the brused purple sky
For the last time it gallops
off into the westren hoizon
And the world was no more
And so alone he wept
So alone with nothing to comfort him
He pulls from darkness one finnal time
But he gets nowhere
Going No where
with eyes red with tears
he curls into a ball
And waits for death to take him over


This is my newest. I really like it.

[Miranda]

I'm selfishly posting this here because it'll ease what I'm feeling slightly and I've every hop that the man who caused it might see it.

A Heart's Betrayal.

They say the poets nees the pain to write their verse
But words can't describe this pain,
A betrayal of love and trust.

A delicate heart, broken many times before,
Entrusted to one believed to be true
But lies lay beneath.

Cruel betrayal of a trust undying,
Of a love to last the ages,
A serpent oft lies beneath the rose.

Bitter tears drown a shattered heart,
All that's left is death and pain,
A craving for oblivion.

A light gone out in eyes once beautiful,
A body too destroyed to hold any life,
Dead to the one she once loved.

MxXx

[Fimbrethil]

I like it Miranda. Here are a few of mine.

Mustang!
Mustang! Free spirited and running wild way back when. Leading his herd across grass filled plains, his head up high he rears to the sky and cries his happiness to the sun. With a leap he's off again ears pricked, tail plumed galloping toward the rising sun.
Mustang. Standing still behind a fence now. No herd to lead, no grass filled plains, only dust and work. His head hangs low, ears not pricked to hear the small, sweet foals that should be there. With tail now dropped he lifts his head and cries one last time to the setting sun.

Memories
Memories are just things you remember
You can remember me fondly but I will still be a memory
Maybe I'm a lost love,or a friend long gone but am in your heart
Or am I just a memory?

When I pass out of this world
will you keep me in your heart?
Or will I become just a memory?

Fly Away
When times are tough and it feels like everyone
is trying to suffocate you...fly away
Spread your wings and wait for that comforting wind
to come and carry you away.

Soaring on the breeze,playing with the clouds,floating with the sun...fly away
It's time to come back now.
Come and land so that once again you can fly away...

[Elvedans]

A poem for Bethany:

I went a-wandering to 'Lorien the fair
And lost my heart to the woodlands there.
Trunks of silver, leaves of gold,
Sunshine new from days of old.
Milky twilights, golden dawns,
Sapphire skies and emerald lawns.
Sweet music from Nimrodel falls,
Listening as the skylark calls.
Nenya on the hand of the Lady White,
Like a far off star in sky of night.
Diamond rain falls in a crystal shower,
Bejewelling the fair woods of the Dreamflower.
I went a-wandering to Lothlorien,
Elsewhere my heart ne'er would rest again.

[Elvedans]

Another poem for Bethany:

The bridge of Khazad-Dum


A company of nine, under the mountains high,
Pursued by danger woken, so silently they fly.
Orcs may flee in sunlight, but here the darkness reigns,
The nine are still in danger while ground the enemy gains.


“Ghash!� they hear, “Fire!� What devilry will come?
The nine are running swiftly to the bridge of Khazad-Dum.
They hear the rolling drumbeat: “Doom!� it cries, “Doom!�
Arrows fly while foul black faces from the darkness loom.


Elf puts hand to bowstring, but a shadow makes it fall,
Trolls, two trolls are welcoming the evil to the hall.
Durin’s Bane, a killer, with whip of many thongs,
His hand a blade of fire, comes roaring through the throng.


“A Balrog! Ai! A Balrog!� Over the bridge they run.
A horn they blow, a challenge! The nine are not yet done!
The wizard holds the bridge, with Glamdring in his hand.
. “You cannot pass,� he thunders. “While on this bridge I
stand,�


He raises high his staff, he smites the bridge, and “Boom!�
The bridge breaks at the Balrog’s feet, he now shall meet his doom.
But whips remain with time to drag the wizard on.
“Fly, you fools!� the wizard cries. He falls and he is gone.


The company stands rooted, while darkness black returns.
One awakes them, “Follow me, the fire of danger burns!�
The rolling drumbeat fades, as to the light they come,
Grieving their companion’s fall at the bridge of Khazad-Dum.

[Miranda]

They are two wicked little poems Elvedans- hey you're getting to be a right little bohemian. Maybe it's you rather than your sister I should be introducing to my people!! Mx

[Elvedans]

For Miranda:

On a winter's night when the snow lies deep
And each foot fall leaves a trail,
Sit tight on Grandpa hobbit's knee
And he'll tell you a grand old tale.

"What's the story to be tonight?"
You ask him, full of glee.
"My favourite, 'There and back again,
A Hobbit's tale'" Says he.

"That Bilbo sir was mighty brave,
Dear Grandpa, wasn't he?"
"I'll tell you that and all the more,
Be still and hark at me."

He tells of dwarves and treasure troves,
Of dwarves and elves and men.
He tells how one lone hobbit travelled
There and Back again.

"That surely was a rare old tale"
You yawn and rub your eyes.
"But yours is still by far the best,
My brave old Grandpa Samwise!"

[Miranda]

Elvedans my darling another triumph!!!!!! Can you write it out for me so I can keep it at home with the one you gave me for my birthday and if I may I'd love to show my friends at Boheme. I really must try my hand at this LOTR poetry, maybe a Precious poem or something. But for the time being here's one I wrote on the way to work this morning, maybe you can tell who I'm talking of,

Music once flowed through my heart
And every breath was a dance,
I was so happy just to be so,
Knew I never had a chance.

I'm no Margot Fonteyn, that I accepted,
Years before you knew my name
But despite that fact you repeat my faults,
All the time, again and again.

What right have you to take my dance,
My expression of hope and love,
Twist it to your idea of perfection,
Like some god from high above?

You tell me, to dance, that I must be,
Perfect, slime, no free will
But listening to you all I become,
Is souless, heartless, ill.

I won't be your little ballerina
And any glory I gain, that's mine
And I know I'll reach it one day,
Just give me a little more time.

For my glory will not be fame,
My name above some stage
But that I got through this life alone
And with a dance that didn't change.

So live vicariously if you will,
Through girls who'll hate you in the end,
For ruining there music to make it your own,
Whilst my dance was ever my friend.

Mx

[Miranda]

*CRIES* What's wrong? Hasn't registered that I've posted anything!

[Elvedans]

Oh how sweet! Dont worry i know you can dance! I can think of two people it can be about! here's a non LOTR poem.

Comforting.

Oh no, she crying.
What do I do?
What do I say?
‘Um – there there, it’s alright.’
Don’t be stupid it’s not alright!
‘What’s the matter, you can tell me.’
But what if she can’t?
‘I’m here for you.’
Am I?
I’ll put my arm around her.
No, that’s too much.
Then I’ll sit here and look sympathetic.
I should do something to help.
But what?
Oh well, here comes someone else.
They know just what to say,
Just what to do.
She’s hugging her, saying
“Come on, stop crying and tell me what’s wrong.�
Sounding so calm and soothing.
Why couldn’t I do that?

[Miranda]

Oh Elvedans that made me cry, it was so sweet. Ok here's another of my babies. This one I wrote when I was going through my breakdown back in the first year of sixth form which you'll probably remember quite well my darling.

Masquerade.

She's there again,
All painted and perfect.
She smiles at the sight
But its not in her eyes,
She's alone.

Poor child,
They love who she creates
On the outside,
Painted lips and powdered eyes,
Its a mask.

Her laughter's empty,
Her tears are heavy
But she'll never let them
See her cry,
She's proud.

Bows and ribbons
Hide her heart,
It's black,
No love inside,
She doesn't know how.

Hidden deep,
Beneath a perfect screen,
An act she'll keep
All her life,
She's afraid.

Every day's
Her dress rehearsal,
Behind the scenes
There's the truth,
Its her masquerade.

Mx

[Elvedans]

How lovely and touching!:) My poetic friend. here you go, here's my wednesday night set of creations.

The Prophecy of Moria

The mountains of mist rise tall and forbidding
Snow capped horns of beauty and dread.
While far below in hall of shadow,
The folk of Balin will soon be dead.


The chant of the Rohirrim

Across the rolling plains of green I ride, I ride,
Among the horse lords proud I gallop on.
We wield our spears and bear our shields with pride, with pride,
As swift as wind by morning we’ll be gone.

We spy our goal, advancing with a cry, a cry,
As merciless as they are we shall be.
The servants of the traitorous will die, will die,
A burning grave is all that you shall see.


The Walk of Night.

Wake not tonight my curious friend,
Who knows what shall pass if you do.
Wake not tonight my curious friend,
For night keeps his watch over you.

Night walks swiftly down the street,
The moon a lantern in his friend.
With cloak of black and silent feet,
He roams across the sleeping land.

Wake not tonight my innocent friend,
The wise would sleep on if they could.
Wake not tonight my innocent friend,
Stay safe in your bed as you should.

Night walks swiftly down the street,
The moon a lantern in his hand.
With cloak of black and silent feet
He roams across the sleeping land.

Wake not tonight my dearest of friends
For there is no guessing his might.
Wake not tonight my dearest of friends
Or join with the walk of the night.

Night walks swiftly down the street,
The moon a lantern in his hand,
With cloak of black and silent feet
He roams across the sleeping land.


I love you


Three simple words I'll say to you
And in you heart you'll know they're true
And then you'll kow just what to do
i love you

All it takes is just one kiss
To throw me into perfect bliss
There's nothing left to hinder this
i love you

Together we can run away
We'll treasure every passing day
And these three simple words we'll say
I love you

[Miranda]

Elvedans you're too good sister! Send them to my hotmail will you- your poems are all so gorgeous! We'll discuss when I see you tonight. By the way- I'm dancing as I feel from now on, rather than as Caren tells me so watch out- Classical ballet- what the hell is that?!!!! Mx

[Elvedans]

Will get those poems to you when i can. Here's a little late night creation of mine. Oh yes, it's dedicated to you Miranda!

Different.

I don’t like what you like,
I don’t look like you do,
I don’t strive to be one of the flock.
I don’t act how you act,
Just like one of the pack,
I’m not chipped off the same old block.
See my wires are crossed,
And what’s hot must be cold,
I dance to a different beat.
My heart rules my head,
Things are not how I’m told,
These are my independent feet.

Enjoy, lol Elv
XXXXXXXXX

[Miranda]

Very bohemian Elvedans, I'm impressed. Here's one I wrote yesterday for my dear friend Tommy who died four years ago next month. Its tinged with a little more sadness too because I'm now facing my own illness.

Funny how memories wake sometimes
For no reason or triggered somehow,
Your song,
Your smile,
Your scent,
But memories they are,
Now we're four years on.

Its only five minutes in my mind,
Since I kissed your lips goodbye,
Your eyes,
Your breath,
Your caress,
Feel so near at times,
Though four years have gone.

I've grown with those you've left behind,
Your great glory still our pride,
Your name,
Your number,
Your birthday,
Still written in my diary,
Can't bear to write "Anon."

Your ashes scattered in Kensington Park,
The tales we told gone cold,
No child,
No dream,
No mischief,
Memories changed by adulthood,
Childhood years bygone.

Yet in my dreams and in my heart,
You're there still all the time,
Your life,
Your love,
Your parting,
Yet I may soon join you,
Four years on.

Mx

[Beor]

Here's a song that I wrote for Nurvingiel when she helped me with my picture in the picture links thread. I promised her a song of her valiant deeds, and she liked it and told me I should post it, so here it is:

It was a windy morning
and sat Beor
in front of the bright screen
reading lines of lore

When he cruised to the pictures
his mind opened and said
I should put one up,
for, lo, I am not dead

He tried to stick it up,
but much to his unrest
the machine would not let him
and Beor did the bytes best

So began the Battle of the Bytes
Beor was caught by surprise
with one question in his head
what the hell is a byte

The battle raged on, with the bytes doing well
when suddenly, out of the green
came the fair Nurvingiel

An ally in the fight, Beor now had
Help offered, but denied
He would not budge,
and stubborn was his pride

All night he tried, but without hope
The next morning, the bytes they were ahead
though not a man had fallen,
and many bytes lay dead

His ally Nurvingiel that day was on the board
and he called on her in his ruined state
and to his call she came
and it was not too late

Dawn came the next day
with byte blood in the air
Beor was amazed to see
the success of the lady fair

for the bytes had lost the day
and many hard did fall
and so it was the Battle was won
by the fair Nurvingiel.

There ya go, I promised a song, I hope it can do you honor!


so, enjoy :D

[Nurvingiel]

Thanks for posting Beor. You write well, and not just about me! :D

[Tessar]

A song that I came up with, inspired by the case of the 'Myst' game :p. I know, it's sad ;). Anyways, it's supposed to be sung to one of the tunes Lorrenna Mickennitt sings, sort of a blend of one or two I believe. If anyone's interested I could try to record it, but my equipment is pretty bad, not to mention my voice :p.



Far across the ocean blue, I know a place called 'Ithorul',
And when it's found, it stays forever, a misty island in your mind,
So grand a place you'll never see again, with ancient trees and forests green, the isle of 'Ithorul'.

The people there know naught of war, their ways are peaceful, fair, and free. I told them little, and that in shame, for though ignorant, they were wiser than me. For I see now, what fools to fight, to wage a bloody war.

But that was not all they showed to me, they showed me caves of history, they showed me magic... made me dance, to their tunes so merry and fast... They showed me 'Ithorul'.

I had to leave, I had to fly, I felt like I might bring them all, some sort of disease that would change them all... into... what we... are now.

[Lady Ravyn]

that is AWESOME! but kinda sad; like that kids' song about toyland- "once you leave its boreders/you can never go back again" *sigh* but very cool; i like alot! :D

let's seeif i can dig up one of mine....
here's one i wrote a couple weeks ago:

The True Question

A January Fog drowns me,
as I grab at its surface,
making tracks in the mist.

But why has a Depression,
thick as blood,
settled itself upon me?

I woke up one morning
to aterrible back-ache:
i discovered the World
resting on my shoulders.

So I struggle through
my mantle of blueness,
all the while pondering
the True Question:

how did the World get there?

[Nurvingiel]

Cool poem! (One typo, I'm sure you meant "a terrible" in the third stanza.)

[Tessar]

Remind me to keep my angst to myself, there's waaaay too much floating around without mine added :p.

Hehehe, very nice little poem.

[Lady Ravyn]

thanx! and sorry 'bout the typo :o lol ;)

[Beor]

I like the poem, Lady Ravyn, its very descriptive, really leaves one feeling like the subject. Good Art.

[Lady Ravyn]

thank you! i try to write poems that other people can relate to (though sometimes it just doesn't work that way) :)

[Beor]

Night before the day
many men may die
tomorrow several widows
the gloomy sands may make

All is quiet, all is dark
rain drops on my head
is this really gonna happen?
will the sun rise again?

Who knows what the night will bring
some blood some sweat some tears
but I know that when the day does dawn
Either silence or reality will become all our fears

And in a few days to come
who will be around to tell
the deeds, the honor, the pride
of all the men who fell.

[Lady Ravyn]

that was beautiful, beor! i'm listening to audioslave's i"i am a highway" and it just kinda seemed to fit that poem. call me weird, but it did! very nice! :D

[Beor]

Thank you, I wrote it on spur of the moment. It pretty much sums up the nervousness you get when you know you may have to go to fight, but you always hope you dont. I am glad you like it, though, I appreicate the compliment

[Lady Ravyn]

oh! that's right, i forgot you were in iraq! i'm sorry! :o that gives the poem so much more depth!

[Beor]

I'm just glad y'all can enjoy it. thanks for the compiments.;)

[Tessar]

I thought it was a very nice poem. One little thing that didn't fit with the wording you used in the rest of it was 'gonna'. It's too slangy compared to the other words you used :D.

[Nerdanel]

It's strange - I love wriring, but I haven't been here before!:eek: Writing is something I do at most times; when something comes into my head, I like to write it down. Some of my poems are really stupid, a few are good.

I write other things than poems too, but not as often. But unfortunately, I only write poems in Swedish, so not many of you would understand if I put them here..:(

But I love your poems! All of you are very talented! Just keep on writing, all of you.:)

[Beor]

Tessar-- Good point. On the other hand, however, gonna is more what you would think in your head. I dont know, I'm gonna leave it, for the sake of origionalness, but you do make a very good point.

[Lizra]

I like it Beor. :)

It only takes a moment,
Step up, step back, step aside.
Make these moments pass,
Take me off this crazy ride.

[Lady Ravyn]

that's cute! i have a million little poems like that; sometimes it's easier to convey an idea with a few lines than with a whole page. :)

The World in a Tube

Life is a kaleidascope-
Ever changing;
Going from light to dark,
Ugly to beautiful,
In a moment.
What I want to know
Is: What shape confetti
Am I?

this one i wrote a long time ago; my poems don't always end in questions, btw, i've just posted the ones that do. :D

[Nerdanel]

Some of my poems end with questions too, but very few. But that's a really nice one!:)

[Tessar]

Awwww that's a cute one :D.

[Lady Ravyn]

thanx ;)

[Beor]

I like the poem, Lady Ravyn. Its cool, and I dig the analgy. Never really thought about it that way before.

Here's one I thought up soon:

Day after day goes by
never changing, never growing
All the time, I want to fly
and get away from this place.

For a moment, the sun shines,
then behind the clouds it goes
For freedom, my body pines,
To go where I want to go.

Every day is one less day
and soon it will be done
I will be home again,
Home with my wife and son.

[Pirate]

You are all so talented!!! I wish I could write like that. I'm working on a novel right now but I do write some poetry from time to time. I wrote this for a compitision, I have't gotten any word yet if it's excepted but I prey it is. The theme had to be the four seasons. this is what I wrote:

There is still
frozen sadness
in her icy teared diamonds
that once rained from her eyes
but are now
frozen
along with her lips hair and skin


Birth
comes from her every pore
on her rose petal cheeks
and lilies fall from her waves of
gold strands
that kiss her mouth as she laughs


Sun
on his skin
and water lapping on his feet
with smiles dancing in his eyes
as he takes the new
and makes it more
and makes it mature
in the spots of sunshine on
the moss
beneath a tree

As he
grows older
the year must also
but before it says goodnight
to enter the dead, white, haven
it showers life with color
and he brings beauty
back to what was new
in bouquets of cornflowers
and warms scents of
sandal wood

[Nerdanel]

That's so beautiful, Pirate! Wow!:eek: It's very special; just the sort of I love. That's more of the kind I write too.

[Pirate]

Thank you :) . I'd love to read some you your poetry. Is it posted anywhere (I'm sure it got it's own thread but i'm too stupid to find it) if not PM it too me or something. I adore reading poetry!

[Lady Ravyn]

mm, reading poetry is very relaxing; i read from my "poem a day" book every night before bed

[Rosie Gamgee]

Great poems, all!! I'll have to dig out some of mine and put 'em up.

[Nerdanel]

Originally posted by Pirate
Thank you :) . I'd love to read some you your poetry. Is it posted anywhere (I'm sure it got it's own thread but i'm too stupid to find it) if not PM it too me or something. I adore reading poetry!

Sorry, but I only write in Swedish.. I'd like to post them, but would anyone understand anything? So no, it's not posted anywhere. Maybe I should try in the Official Languages thread..:confused:

[Pirate]

My poem got excepted but I need votes. It would really help if you'd vote for me. This is the link (http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/contest/) . My poem is under E Rose. Thank you!!!

[Lady Ravyn]

well, i voted for you, but what poem am i voting for :confused:

[Pirate]

the poem I posted about 7 or 8 posts up.

[Rosie Gamgee]

Here's one I finished not two minutes ago. My first of the non-rhymning variety.



S. J. G.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

You tried to make me laugh
But I thought I hurt you- I think it still.
I can't say I'm sorry.
That would be stupid, you'd shrug me off.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

I wander here, in my room.
I smell you in my teddy bear.
You're here, but you've gone away.
I bury my face here and breathe you in.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

You don't know how I think of you.
I don't know what you think of me.
I am a constant dripping.
I don't mean to be contentious.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

I wish you'd yell at me for being nasty
Even though I don't mean to.
I don't want to laugh at your expense.
You mean more than that to me.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

I don't know if you're just a friend.
Maybe you're dearer than that.
Maybe it's my imagination.
But, I love you, anyway.

You've gone away.

I think of the things I said.
I think of the hurt on your face.

You tried to make me laugh
But I thought I hurt you- I think it still.
I can't say I'm sorry.
That would be stupid, you'd shrug me off.

[Lady Ravyn]

good! i like the line "i smell you in my teddy bear" cool! :)

[Rosie Gamgee]

Thanks. The teddy bear thing is true- actually, the whole poem's true. ;)
On repeated readings, I'm wondering if it's too monotonous? Maybe the repeating lines "I think of the things I said/ I think of the hurt on your face" should be interspersed only half as many times- two stanzas in between instead of one. What do you think? (Like I said, I've never really done any of the 'non-rhyming' variety before, and don't read much of it, so I'm open to suggestions. The mode seems to lend itself to melancholy, sad thoughts, so that's why I chose it.)

[Lady Ravyn]

i agree about the monotany; it's not annoying, it just takes away from the mood of the poem.
and non-rhyming isn't that hard to write; actually i find rhyming is harder. with non-rhyming, you just- say what your feeling or thinking about. the only thing you have to avoid is rambling on for pages... i tend to do that...alot...:o ;)

[Katie of the Golden Wood]

I've never written poetry before, but I thought I'd give it a try:

A Poem of Nostalgia:
I remember the bright curved shell of the Easter egg
Its orange coat glittering in the sun
Reflecting the dew of the uncut grass

I remember those diamonds in the sky
Flying in the wind on cool summer evenings
The kite silohetted against the end of day

I remember the heat of the pavement
The sound of the kickball game
The smell of the lemonade stand
And the brightness of it all

Because most of all, I remember the Sun

But its all gone now.
Only some irrecovable dream lost to the weaving pattern of
Time.

Now I'm alone on the moor and I can feel
The coarse grey grass rubbing against my legs, my arms
The trees are far away, stripped, bared;
A prelude to the oncoming cold of winter.
The sun is eclipsed by the grey coulds, moving away
Forever west
Because nothing stays forever.
The mists swirl around me, til
I am enfolded in the dull monotony of the present.
With nothing here and memory long gone.

But then it all changes.
Because I can smell the sea, and I can hear the thunder far off.
And the ache fo things past is joined by
The hope of things to come
And the beauty of every moment.
Its a feeling so sad and so sweet that I don't know whether to
Laugh or cry
Because they feel the same.
Because some things stay.
Because even though the sun is gone,
When I look up,
I can see the stars.

Katie

[Lady Ravyn]

that's so good! is it really your first attempt at poetry? :eek: i'm impressed :)

the only thing i have to critique is the second stanza; when you talk about the pavement, the lemonade stand and the kickball game? it sounds like it could be such a discriptive line! i can almost feel the things you're describing- almost perhaps if you described the heat of the pavement (ex: the sizzling heat or hotness); the sound of the kickball game, etc. other than that one part, it rather good! :D

[Katie of the Golden Wood]

Originally posted by Lady Ravyn
that's so good! is it really your first attempt at poetry? :eek: i'm impressed :)

the only thing i have to critique is the second stanza; when you talk about the pavement, the lemonade stand and the kickball game? it sounds like it could be such a discriptive line! i can almost feel the things you're describing- almost perhaps if you described the heat of the pavement (ex: the sizzling heat or hotness); the sound of the kickball game, etc. other than that one part, it rather good! :D


Thanks! I'll work on, it, those were some good suggestions.

Katie

[Lady Ravyn]

no prob! ;)


this one i wrote the other day; it seems like it might need something , but i can't put my finger on it...

I'm Gonna Shine

My light
is going to shine
for all to see.
An outward sign of
my sheer will,
it will serve as a
guidance and warning
to everyone who sees it.

The brilliance of this Beacon
wiil at once
comfort and frighten,
as its radience
streams from my eyes.

My gaze will strike terror,
and yet guide
the hearts of those
for miles around.

This White Power will be
terrible and wondrous,
and I will be shunned-

left alone
in my glory.

[Katie of the Golden Wood]

I like that a lot, except the first line. "This little light of mine." As soon as I read it I thought of that song..."This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine" and I think it sort of set the mood for the rest of the poem the wrong way. Besides that though, it was a beautiful poem. Most of the time when I read poems, they seem...quiet. But yours wasn't, it was very strong. Good job!
Katie

[Rosie Gamgee]

Nice poems! Very evocative. Cool!

[Lady Ravyn]

Originally posted by Katie of the Golden Wood
I like that a lot, except the first line. "This little light of mine." As soon as I read it I thought of that song..."This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine" and I think it sort of set the mood for the rest of the poem the wrong way. Besides that though, it was a beautiful poem. Most of the time when I read poems, they seem...quiet. But yours wasn't, it was very strong. Good job!
Katie

thanx for the suggestion; that song inspired the poem, but it didn't have anything to do with the direction the poem went in. i changed the first line to "my light" so hopefully that will erase all song-ish traces from it. thanx! :D

[Katie of the Golden Wood]

No problem. :) I really like the poem in your sig though (We are the music makers)...did you write it?

Katie

[Lady Ravyn]

ha! i wish i wrote that well! lol ;)
no, it's called "ode (we are the music makers)" and it's by arthur edgar william o'shaughnessy; it's one of my favorites! (that and "i'm nobody" by emily dickinson) :)

[Nurvingiel]

Originally posted by Lady Ravyn
ha! i wish i wrote that well! lol ;)
no, it's called "ode (we are the music makers)" and it's by arthur edgar william o'shaughnessy; it's one of my favorites! (that and "i'm nobody" by emily dickinson) :)
I'm nobody, who are you?

I love Emily Dickinson! :) She's my favourite poet! (My favourite is "Because I could not stop for death".)

[Lady Ravyn]

she da bomb! and sylvia plath and robert frost!

[Lady Ravyn]

this was brought on by my grandpa's funeral last year. i saw all my aunts and uncles and parents and grandma crying, and it hit me that they weren't as invincible as i thought they were when i was little.

Stripped

I've gottten to the center
of this tootsie roll pop,
and I forgot how many
licks it took.

This chocolate-covered cherry
is melting, and
my ice cream
just fell in the dirt.

I've seen too much
living being done
by other M&Ms, and I
don't like the look of that storm on the horizon.
I want a blanket to crawl under,
and someone to tell me,
"It's okay".

So give me back
my rose-colored glasses,
and pass me the sugar bowl-
the world needs to be coated again.

[Tessar]

Sitting alone in this old empty house,
Surrounded by family but still so cold,
Affection is there but I can't move my hand,
Because it's not the kind I want, I make my own problems.

There's nothing that brightens my day like e-mail,
Though I'd rather be talking to some one instead,
But that's not going to happen since I'm trapped in this place,
Caught between what might be death or saving grace.

It's not all bad but it's hard to see,
What kind of good this is doing for me,
So here I sit just typing away,
And wishing that I were somewhere else, instead.


Hooray for teen angst :rolleyes:

[Beruthiel's cat]

You guys are inspiring! Here's what I just came up with! Comments welcome!

Passing Metaphor (a poem by Beruthiel's cat)

Sometimes you watch it go
like water through fingers.

Sometimes you pray it stays
and grip tightly.

It's the tide
flowing, ebbing
on your shore --

erroding sand,
returning it --

can't be kept,
won't go away --

measures breath,
measures death --

all things,
no things --

sifts, shifts,
sleeps, wakes --

makes and unmakes.

[Lady Ravyn]

awesome! i love the first line: "sometimes you watch it go/like water through fingers" cool, bc! :) what are you talking about? love? or life, maybe?

[Beruthiel's cat]

Originally posted by Lady Ravyn
awesome! i love the first line: "sometimes you watch it go/like water through fingers" cool, bc! :) what are you talking about? love? or life, maybe?


Yes...and no. It's time . (I probably should have kept you guessing, but thanks!) :)

[Gulio, Strength of Many]

Wow, you guys are GOOD! I must admit that I can't do any foot patterns whatsoever, but I'll get there:) I can only write humorous poems. I've tried to write a sad or meaningful one, and it turned out funny. I can't help it! I wrote this today, between SAT's (our standardized tests).

My test is done
Bored, bored, bored.
Twenty minutes have gone,
Good Lord!

I'm still here
Waiting and waiting.
This is what I fear
And dread about testing.

The pointless wait
While doing nothing.
Why not debate
Fingernails, or something!

Anything other than
This awful silence
I'm forced to sit in
For a half-hour hence.

You say, "Bring a book,
Then it won't be so dull."
But school-ish thoughts I forsook,
And the weekend took it's toll.

On Saturday fun thoughts I harbor
And the testing I forgot.
Should I have to suffer
What a busy life begot?

Heh heh heh. . . . . yeah. That sucks. Oh well. The best I can do when I'm not allowed to think out loud:D

[Beruthiel's cat]

All I can say it that you must have been done with the Language part of the test. That's the only time I ever had to be bored during my SAT's. During the math & science sections, I'd have begged and pleaded for more time if they'd have let me.

Oh, how I hate those tests!

And you know what -- flash forward -- if you take a Civil Service test it's very similar. So, theoretically, I guess these tests do prepare you somewhat for the "real" world!

Seriously, very clever, Gulio. Nice job. No need to appologize for humor...heaven knows we need a lot more of it!

:)

[Gulio, Strength of Many]

Thanks!

You mean these tests are good for something?! Who'd ever guess? ;)

I have to write a journal every week for Bible class (Christian school), and once I was so tired and couldn't think of anything to write. I wrote a poem about how I needed more sleep and my braind was dead, and I got an 'A'! (I don't really think the poem was 'A' work, but it was better that the test one. Oh well:))

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

I have found this song, and i love it.
a song is a type of poem, really, isn't it?


You don't remember me
But I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard
not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me

Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me

I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that are
Just like you are taking over

Written by Amy Lee, Lead Singer of Evanescence

[Rosie Gamgee]

Bit of a country song I wrote:


Country Road


There's a country road not far from here
Where my dad and me walked with our fishin' gear.
We talked about girls, and laughed about life,
Cut fish-bait with his Swiss Army knife
On that country road.

We'd fish all day, just lyin' 'neath the pines
Waitin' for a tug on our fishin' lines.
And once in a while we'd catch a winner,
And me and my dad brought it home for dinner
Down that country road.

I'm bound to walk That country road
With the future's wings, And mem'ry's load.
Seems I'm, bound to walk That country road.

That road looked so pretty in the moonlight
But she was the prettiest of all that night,
When we walked together on our first date
And I had to explain gettin' home so late
From that country road.

And a few years later she walked with me
And I finally got the nerve to get down on one knee.
I don't remember the askin', but she said she'd be mine
And now hand-in-hand so many times
We've walked that country road.

I'm bound to walk That country road
With the future's wings, And mem'ry's load.
Seems I'm bound to walk That country road.

I walked that road the day my daddy died,
And when my little girl got married I cried,
And when this life's treasures turn to rust
I'll kneel down in the dirt and dust
Of that country road

And thank the Lord for life and joy
That He's given to this country boy
And pray in Heaven there still will be
A place so special and dear to me
As that country road.

I'm bound to walk That country road
With the future's wings, And mem'ry's load.
Seems I'm bound to walk That country road.

Seems I'm bound to walk That country road.

[Lady Ravyn]

rosie, that's awesome! very touching. it sounds like some of the stuff my dad writes; he'd really like that :)

[Rosie Gamgee]

Thanks!:D

[Beruthiel's cat]

Here's another poem by yours truly.

Seeking feedback.

Thank you!

My Wish For You
by Beruthiel's cat


My wish for you is simple –
love.

Love to fill the morning with promise,
the afternoon with anticipation,
the evening with tenderness.


Love as comfortable as an old easy chair –
the way it was before
we broke
into cutting shards
and lonely pieces.

Off-kilter, odd lives, starting again
with false stops
and jolts.

You –
in the company of old friends.
Tasting bitter,
finding sweet
among tangled weeds
of doubt –
of pain realized and released.


I –
in the confusion of new.
Winning confidence,
losing respect –
Seeking another freedom,
another bond –
more or less than there was before.

Be happy now that someone has touched you.

(I never could.)

[Lady Ravyn]

i luv it! especially the line about "love as comfy as an old easy chair"- that's the best line. the only thing i see that might be a hinderance are the line breaks (but don't worry, everyone has line-break problems- i know i suck at them :rolleyes: other than that, it's great, BC! :D

[Beruthiel's cat]

Thank you for the comments. I appreciate them.

Because of the cut-and-paste method I used for posting the poem, the line breaks are kind of funky. But as long as you get the message, it doesn't matter much.

Glad you liked it!! :) :) :) :) :)

[Amea]

Hi and wellcome to poet's inn, I made this place to be somewhere where people can share poetry and also give comments, I'll start off with one of my own and I would like to have other people fallow up with coments or even another poem:
The Lement of Darkness
Within the darkness inside myself I hide
Within no one do I confide
no one knows the true me
I hide it, so no one will see
I wish to show,
Someone who would understand and would know
But for now I'll never tell
For now no one will know my hell
No one will know why I burn inside
No one will know why I hide
For now I will fight this world alone
For now I am on my own
Fighting within myself to find
My own piece of mind
Trying not to drown
Before I am found
Trying to keep my head above the water
Trying to take each day one after the other
Within the darkness I conceal
All the wounds that will never heal
Wounds within my heart
That could tare me apart
Wounds within my soul
Wounds that will make me lose control...
It's not done yet but I wanted someone to look it over for me, CYA Peoples, keep posting

[Starr Polish]

I do believe there is already a thread like this somewhere in this forum...I'm going to go bump it.

[Nerdanel]

OK, I just wrote a poem in English. I've written a lot in Swedish, but I thought I'd try. I'd love to hear what you think - don't be gentle with me!:p

You pulled me
out of the window
and you loved me
but only as a friend.
That's what you
always told me;
you knew me
long before I did.

The long summer evenings
when you showed me the world
a world I had only
dreamed of.
And it all
comes back to me;
you knew what I dreamt of
long before I did.

But also the pain and the anger
are a part of this life.
A wound deeper
than my heart.
That's what you
gave me;
you knew how to hurt me
long before I did.

[Beruthiel's cat]

Hey there!!

I actually wrote a poem using rhyme and meter!!! I was fooling around, and this is what came about.

Let me know what you think...thanks!!

Untitled
by Beruthiel's cat

The colors of my life are found
Outside of tidy lines.
The book to keep them neatly bound
Can never be defined.

The hues are mostly garish,
Then they fade to muddy browns
As happinesses perish
And then trickle to the ground.

There are wide and empty spaces
Where some blues and greens should be --
Incomplete and partial faces
Of imperfect memory.

Tied to the shadow and delight
As patterns form in visions;
Chaotic patterns taking flight --
Results of bad decisions.

Do other peoples' color books
Keep neatly in the lines
Without the scrawls and scowling looks
Elicited by mine?

[Beruthiel's cat]

Originally posted by Nerdanel
OK, I just wrote a poem in English. I've written a lot in Swedish, but I thought I'd try. I'd love to hear what you think - don't be gentle with me!:p

You pulled me
out of the window
and you loved me
but only as a friend.
That's what you
always told me;
you knew me
long before I did.

The long summer evenings
when you showed me the world
a world I had only
dreamed of.
And it all
comes back to me;
you knew what I dreamt of
long before I did.

But also the pain and the anger
are a part of this life.
A wound deeper
than my heart.
That's what you
gave me;
you knew how to hurt me
long before I did.

First of all, I think you have an excellent command of the English language -- not easy for someone who has to learn it as a second language!

The poem is heartfelt and sincere and evokes an emotional response in the reader, which is, I'm sure, what you intended.

You use repetitive stanzas effectively to make your response.

And please don't be afraid or intimidated by writing in English. You have done a wonderful job and should be very proud of your effort!! :) :)

[Nerdanel]

Originally posted by Beruthiel's cat
First of all, I think you have an excellent command of the English language -- not easy for someone who has to learn it as a second language!

The poem is heartfelt and sincere and evokes an emotional response in the reader, which is, I'm sure, what you intended.

You use repetitive stanzas effectively to make your response.

And please don't be afraid or intimidated by writing in English. You have done a wonderful job and should be very proud of your effort!! :) :)

Thanks you very much!:) It really feels good to hear that.

I just loved your poem. It was not only very beautiful and deep, it also felt very good to read it out loud because of the rhyme and meter.
You really write a lot of good poems. I've read all of those you've posted here, but I haven't really told you what I think.
You're talanted.:)
I hope you keep posting here!

[Lady Ravyn]

those are both really good poems! nerdanel, i love the repeating lines and beruthiel, rhyming is something not seen often in this thread (i know i don't write many rhyming poems); it's nice to see a rhymer once and a while :)

hey! guess what? i entered my poem "permanence" in a poetry contest, and i made it to one of the top three spots! i find out tonight at the reading whether or not i won, so i'll post the results later :D

[Nerdanel]

Originally posted by Lady Ravyn
those are both really good poems! nerdanel, i love the repeating lines and beruthiel, rhyming is something not seen often in this thread (i know i don't write many rhyming poems); it's nice to see a rhymer once and a while :)

hey! guess what? i entered my poem "permanence" in a poetry contest, and i made it to one of the top three spots! i find out tonight at the reading whether or not i won, so i'll post the results later :D

Thank you!:)

Wow! Congrats!! I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.. But making it to the top 3 is really good!:)

[Beruthiel's cat]

Originally posted by Lady Ravyn

hey! guess what? i entered my poem "permanence" in a poetry contest, and i made it to one of the top three spots! i find out tonight at the reading whether or not i won, so i'll post the results later :D

Woenderful!!

Please let us know how you do in the standings.

Congratulations!!! :D

[Amea]

*rolls eyes* I haven't been on and I had wrote some poems. I decided to put them up on moot, So what if someone has a thread like mine as they say "great minds think alike..." If someone already has a thread like this, It happens once and a while, There must have been millions of these kind of threads since the start of entmoot but hevan forbin if I happen to post one... (sorry lots and lots of anger.... LOL) I hate it when someone has nothing better to do than tell you when something you have posted was done before or is wrong... It's not like I stole someones work and called it my own... Plagerism(sp) I just started this so people could give me some feed back on my poems... (thank you for listening to this brodcast Stayed tuned for some new poems, To be posted in a few days)

[Beruthiel's cat]

I don't think it was anyone's intention to slight you, but rather to inform you. I was told the same thing when I tried to post a new thread with a poem. It's easier to keep track of similar things if they are posted together, hence the thread where most poems are posted, the "Some Poems" thread.

I'm looking forward to seeing more of your poetry, so please post again! :)

[Tessar]

Originally posted by Amea
*rolls eyes* I haven't been on and I had wrote some poems. I decided to put them up on moot, So what if someone has a thread like mine as they say "great minds think alike..." If someone already has a thread like this, It happens once and a while, There must have been millions of these kind of threads since the start of entmoot but hevan forbin if I happen to post one... (sorry lots and lots of anger.... LOL) I hate it when someone has nothing better to do than tell you when something you have posted was done before or is wrong... It's not like I stole someones work and called it my own... Plagerism(sp) I just started this so people could give me some feed back on my poems... (thank you for listening to this brodcast Stayed tuned for some new poems, To be posted in a few days)

Amea, Amea, Amea, chill :).

Star in no way slighted you. She simply let you know that there is another place to put your poems.

Why?

Because if everyone made a new thread for poems, there wouldn't be anything but 'my new poem!' threads on this board, as almost all of us write poetry and then post it.

Don't get so upset. :D

[Earniel]

Merged "Some poems" with the "Poet's Inn". :)

[Beruthiel's cat]

Here is my latest. It is autobiographical. It's how things were when I was a kid of about 10 or so...a very long time ago. (Pretend you are reading something of an historical nature...:D )



In Those Summers

by Beruthiel's cat


In those summers
when grass was sharp on bare soles,
and sidewalks radiated rough heat,
I would lay on the green carpet
and watch the clouds paint pictures.

In those summers
when the school stood empty
waiting for September,
I would wait, too, for the
Summer Weekly Reader
to devour cover-to-cover in
the hot dimness of
a horse blanket tented on the clothesline.

In those summers
when the bells clanged two streets over,
I would run inside and dig
through couch cushions for a dime
to buy a 7-up popsicle
from Ken’s white truck
and Willie the mailman whistled his deliveries
down Stapleton Street.

In those summers
when life was measured
by the sighs of cicadas,
I stood full,
waiting for September.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Please let me know what you think. Thanks!

;)

[Rosie Gamgee]

Very evocative! Cool!

[Nerdanel]

I like your poem very much, Beruthiel's Cat!:) It really reminds me of my childhood summers.. *starts dreaming*

I've written my second poem in English!:eek: :rolleyes: I just wrote it down, and I haven't really had time to think it through. But here it is anyway:


I see my hands shake
I feel my lungs cry:
>If this is what they wanted
>a body made exhausted
>by lack of fuel and loss of energy
>then I only had a pathetic vision
>and deserve this fate.
Only black energy left.

And the last and only thought
crosses my earlier so crowded mind:
>there has to be a reason
>why too much pain
>suddenly can turn into
>a gentle feeling of nothing.
No pain.

[Pirate]

wow! I really like that, Nerdanel. It's very powerful and beautiful. Excelent piece of work.

[Beruthiel's cat]

Originally posted by Nerdanel

I've written my second poem in English!:eek: :rolleyes: I just wrote it down, and I haven't really had time to think it through. But here it is anyway:


I see my hands shake
I feel my lungs cry:
>If this is what they wanted
>a body made exhausted
>by lack of fuel and loss of energy
>then I only had a pathetic vision
>and deserv this fate.
Only black energy left.

And the last and only thought
crosses my earlier so crowded mind:
>there has to be a reason
>why too much pain
>suddenly can turn into
>a gentle feeling of nothing.
No pain.


Very powerful and evocative, Nerdanel! You are doing very well in English. (Years ago, when I took German, my teacher told me that you know you've reached proficiency when you start to dream in German. Have you started dreaming in English yet??)

By the way -- just a picky thing here (and you said you haven't had a chance to look it over yet) but it's deserve. It has one of those pesky silent e's on the end -- they show up without rhyme or reason most of the time. They are one of the banes of learning to spell in English. Don't be discouraged. English is just a really messed up language! :eek: ;) :p

And thank you once again for your kind comments on my poem.:)

[Nerdanel]

Thank you very much, Beruthiel's Cat and Pirate!:) I'm really glad you liked it.

Originally posted by Beruthiel's cat
By the way -- just a picky thing here (and you said you haven't had a chance to look it over yet) but it's deserve. It has one of those pesky silent e's on the end -- they show up without rhyme or reason most of the time.

I know that. My stupid typing errors..:rolleyes:

I dream in Swedish, Finnish and English, yes. Quite a mess:D

[Lady Ravyn]

really awesome poem, nerdanel! :) u can dream in more than one language? :eek: i thought all your dreams would be in your "mother tounge" *shrug* huh, learn something every day :)

well, i return with a poem...

"The Storm"

Once I ran with the storm.

I would climb on my dark cloud
and ride it across the sky, laughing.
Summer gails were my companions,
and lightning was my apponent(sp?)
in never-ending races.

Always, I ran with the storm.

As I grew to adolescence,
thunder grew to be my friend.
We would run through the vallies.
and over the mountains,
proclaiming our presense on this earth.

I no longer run with the storm.

I stand in this field,
and I see the flashing anger
and raging passion
that I used to follow.
The wind combs my hair,
brushes my cheek-
a lover's caress.
My eyes glow with fury,
my voice lifts in ecstasy.

I am the storm.

[Nerdanel]

Wow, Lady Ravyn, wow!:eek:

*applause!*

That's a really wonderful and strong poem! Very beautiful words, you use them brilliant(ly?), and also a very strong way to group the sentences.

I can't wait to read another one of your poems!:)

[Nerdanel]

Ok, here's one more in English.:)
PLEASE say what you really think! I want to know what I can do better!:)

You’re the rain
that slowly
and gently
touches my warm soul.

You’re the wind
that confidently
and firmly
keeps my breath going.

You’re the sun
that carefully
and softly
warms my mortal life.

So please,
come and take me
take me out of the cold
take me to the place
where we’re alone
> alone together.

And then give me
your nutritious love.
>The love of a gentle rain
>a confident wind
>and a soft sun.

Take me.

I use the > symbol to mark where the indentation should be.

[Rosie Gamgee]

Pretty good. Evocative (boy, I think I use that word too much when discribing poetry- but peotry is supposed to be evocative, so...). I don't think the word 'nutritious' really fits at the end there. It seems to spoil the parallel (spl?) of nature and lovers and get one thinking about food or something.

Lady Ravyn, that poem was SO COOL! I thought maybe at the end you were gonna say something like 'The storm passed me by', and then you came out with 'I am the storm'- whew, that was like lightning. A very electrifying poem, I think.

[Rosie Gamgee]

Here's one I wrote a few days ago. Dedicated to my dad, and all other guys who are loosing their hair.

Only Weeds
by Rosie G.

"You're going bald," my doctor said
But it's just weeds atop my head.
It came to me as I sat it bed
They're only weeds atop my head!

My discov'ry began one day
My kids and I went out to play
My eldest son exclaimed, "Dad, you're bald!"
Luckily then the lunch-bell called.

I did escape my son's remark
But that night was not such a lark
When my wife rolled over in our bed
Shouting, "Honey! Look at your head!"

I went to my doctor today
He took one look, I heard him say,
In a delighted way "Yep, you're bald!"
But that name I dread to be called.

Yes, it's true, I dread to be 'Bald'
It's your name whne your hair has falled
Now any new person that you meet
Will think 'That bald guy down the street'

Tonight I stare at my room's walls
Lamenting each hair as it falls
But a thought came to my balding head-
They're only weeds atop my head!

I read once in a gard'ning book
That weeds destroy a garden's look.
Well, grey hair wouldn't look good on me
So from that problem now I'm free!

The book said, too, weeds must be picked
I've already got that job licked!
A little combing's all that's needed-
Soon I'll be forever 'weeded'!

"Weeds stop growth," I recall reading-
That's a joy for one who's weeding!
Six-foot-two I had wanted to be;
Rid of these 'weeds' I'll be six-foot-three!

Well I thank goodness for that book
And for my great new 'weeded' look
Now, no more will I be known as 'Bald'-
'Weeded' I prefer to be called.

So if your hairline is receeding
Just remember- you need weeding!
And if it's balding that you dread
Remember- they're only weeds atop your head!
:D

[Beruthiel's cat]

Nerdanel, that's another excellent effort! I like it very much overall, but, like Rosie, the word "nutritious" is startling. It's not a word I've seen in a poem before. It does fit within the context of the stanza, but it's a surprising word, an unexpected word. I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing, but because it is such an unexpected image, it may detract from the rest of the poem and deflect attention away from what you are trying to say.

Another thing (and this is very subjective on my part). Your use of the contraction "you're" lends a somewhat informal quality to the feeling of the poem. I lean toward using "you are" and shy away from contractions (I'll probably turn around and use contractions in the next poem I write...), because I feel poetry is a somewhat more formal way of writing than prose. But the use of contractions almost (in this case) gives the poem a folk song-like quality, almost an informal feeling. Do you want to project that? If you do, that's fine.

I don't mean to be too critical here. I'm giving you my impressions. I'm still impressed by your command of the English language and it puts many native-speakers (and writers) to shame. Nice work.

[Rosie Gamgee]

Here's one more. I don't think I posted it here before.

Here's A Friend For Life
by: Rosie G.

I sat all alone, just crying.
All by myself in a corner of a mall.
I sobbed for a friend when I had none
And for a kindred spirit when- where could one be found?
>I felt a hand on my shaking shoulder
A warm, friendly hand to ease my pain.
I looked up into eyes that understood me
Eyes that knew my picnic-day rain.

He said,
>Here, use this hankie
>Wipe your eyes, I'm your friend
>Don't cry anymore
>I'll stick with you come what may.

People are bigger when they stick together.
Yes, two are better when times get rough.
If one slips, one's there to help
If one cries, there's an extra shoulder here.
>We stuck through the bad times
Weathered storms the best of friends
Sometimes things got too rough for me
And I cried again.

He said,
>Here, use this hankie
>Wipe your eyes, I'm your friend
>Don't cry anymore
>I'll stick with you come what may

Add faith and love to solid friendship
Reap a kindred spirit for life.
Get through bad times like a rock
Gather good times like sea-shells.
>Sit together saying nothing-
Does it mean as much to you?-
When you share time and space and air
But leave so much more to do?

>Here's a friend for life

I sat all alone, just crying.
My snow-white dress was clean.
My hair was perfect, and so was my joy
And so I wept my happiness.
>I felt a hand on my shoulder,
A warm, friendly hand of care
I looked into confessing eyes
Eyes that promised, "I'll always be there."

He said,
>Here, use this hankie
>Wipe your eyes, I'm your friend
>Don't cry anymore
>I'll stick with you come what may.

[Beruthiel's cat]

Originally posted by Rosie Gamgee
Here's one I wrote a few days ago. Dedicated to my dad, and all other guys who are loosing their hair.

Only Weeds
by Rosie G.

"You're going bald," my doctor said
But it's just weeds atop my head.
It came to me as I sat it bed
They're only weeds atop my head!

My discov'ry began one day
My kids and I went out to play
My eldest son exclaimed, "Dad, you're bald!"
Luckily then the lunch-bell called.

I did escape my son's remark
But that night was not such a lark
When my wife rolled over in our bed
Shouting, "Honey! Look at your head!"

I went to my doctor today
He took one look, I heard him say,
In a delighted way "Yep, you're bald!"
But that name I dread to be called.

Yes, it's true, I dread to be 'Bald'
It's your name whne your hair has falled
Now any new person that you meet
Will think 'That bald guy down the street'

Tonight I stare at my room's walls
Lamenting each hair as it falls
But a thought came to my balding head-
They're only weeds atop my head!

I read once in a gard'ning book
That weeds destroy a garden's look.
Well, grey hair wouldn't look good on me
So from that problem now I'm free!

The book said, too, weeds must be picked
I've already got that job licked!
A little combing's all that's needed-
Soon I'll be forever 'weeded'!

"Weeds stop growth," I recall reading-
That's a joy for one who's weeding!
Six-foot-two I had wanted to be;
Rid of these 'weeds' I'll be six-foot-three!

Well I thank goodness for that book
And for my great new 'weeded' look
Now, no more will I be known as 'Bald'-
'Weeded' I prefer to be called.

So if your hairline is receeding
Just remember- you need weeding!
And if it's balding that you dread
Remember- they're only weeds atop your head!
:D


YAY!!! That is so cute, Rosie!!! Slip that into your dad's Father's Day card and give him a big hug!!

My dad is bald, too, and he started losing his hair when he was in his early 20's. He's had to put up with our bald jokes for a long time!!! He tried the comb-over thing for quite awhile, but he has now gone for the "natural" look, and, frankly, it looks a lot better than the comb over did. Just be sure to tell your dad to wear sunscreen on the top (or a hat) when he goes out in the sun! :D

[Rosie Gamgee]

Heh heh, yeah, I razz my dad all the time about his bald head. He puts up with it rather patiently, but gets back at me in other ways. :D He thought the poem was hilarious.

[Lady Ravyn]

Originally posted by Nerdanel
Ok, here's one more in English.:)
PLEASE say what you really think! I want to know what I can do better!:)

You’re the rain
that slowly
and gently
touches my warm soul.

You’re the wind
that confidently
and firmly
keeps my breath going.

You’re the sun
that carefully
and softly
warms my mortal life.

So please,
come and take me
take me out of the cold
take me to the place
where we’re alone
> alone together.

And then give me
your nutritious love.
>The love of a gentle rain
>a confident wind
>and a soft sun.

Take me.

I use the > symbol to mark where the indentation should be.

[Lady Ravyn]

Originally posted by Nerdanel
Ok, here's one more in English.:)
PLEASE say what you really think! I want to know what I can do better!:)

You’re the rain
that slowly
and gently
touches my warm soul.

You’re the wind
that confidently
and firmly
keeps my breath going.

You’re the sun
that carefully
and softly
warms my mortal life.

So please,
come and take me
take me out of the cold
take me to the place
where we’re alone
> alone together.

And then give me
your nutritious love.
>The love of a gentle rain
>a confident wind
>and a soft sun.

Take me.

I use the > symbol to mark where the indentation should be.


thanxs, nerd! :)

i love your poem, but since you wanted a crit, here's mine: i think you might rethink the second-to-last verse; you use "take", like, maybe one too many times; maybe "remove" might be better? or "fly" or "sail" or something? :)
also, again, i know i always say this, but on your next one, try to REALLY think about your line breaks. what i like to do is after i write a poem, go back and break the lines a couple different ways, and then keep the one that seems to flow the best. just a suggestion for your next one
not trying to be mean, just giving your poem some serious thought, that's all :D :cool:

[Lady Tinuveil]

All That is Gold
By: JRR Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.

[Lady Ravyn]

lol; i have that one written on the cover of almost every one of my notebooks that i write in. it's probably my fav tolkien poem

[Nerdanel]

Thanks for the response, Rosie Gamgee, Beruthiel's cat and Lady Ravyn!:) It really helps to hear your thoughts! Don't be afraid to say what you think; I'm not that sensitive.:p
Thanks again!

[Giroth]

Here is something I wrote back when I was like 5 or 6 years old....LOL.....

MACKADEEM

There once was a place called Mackadeem
Where things were not always what they seemed.
Books' pages had letters that turned into dots
Zebras had stripes that turned into spots.
People woul laugh then start to cry,
Next time I go there will be when pigs fly!


hahahhaa....*runs away embarassed

[Nerdanel]

Originally posted by Giroth
Here is something I wrote back when I was like 5 or 6 years old....LOL.....

MACKADEEM

There once was a place called Mackadeem
Where things were not always what they seemed.
Books' pages had letters that turned into dots
Zebras had stripes that turned into spots.
People woul laugh then start to cry,
Next time I go there will be when pigs fly!


hahahhaa....*runs away embarassed

Sweet, you little genius:D

[Giroth]

heheheha, thanky....:D :p *dances and knocks something over

[Rosie Gamgee]

Originally posted by Nerdanel
Thanks for the response, Rosie Gamgee, Beruthiel's cat and Lady Ravyn!:) It really helps to hear your thoughts! Don't be afraid to say what you think; I'm not that sensitive.:p


That's good, because I have the tact of a sledge hammer- or so my father tells me.

You're welcome.

[Lady Ravyn]

a dark poem for a dark and stormy day...

Breaking Me

Rip the soul
out of my heart
with your
already-bloody hands.

Snap it across
your knee
like a green stick-
while i pray that
my splinters
stick into your flesh.

Trample my essence
'til it's raw and tired,
then put it on the table
and begin your dirty work.

Mold me like
so much play-dough,
like a viscous clay
you dug from the ground;

shape me to
your ideals
'til there's nothing left
of my former self.

ANd will you smile when your done?
Will you applaud
at how well
I've turned out?

I hope so-
something should
drown me out-

For breaking my spirit
won't stop me
from screaming.

[Nerdanel]

A touching poem, Lady Ravyn. The short lines are very effective; it gives a strong feeling.

Nice to read one of your poems again, Lady!:)

[Lady Ravyn]

thanx! i haevn't written one in a while, but an argueme- i mean, a debate ( :P ) with my uncle the other day led to this little poem. glad you liked it! :)
now we need one of yours again! :D

[Nerdanel]

(I just had to try one of these icons!:D )

Ok, here's one, originally written in Swedish. I translated it very fast, so I don't even know if it can be understood correctly in English. But well, I'll give it a try:

At times I love her
when she comes to bed
and shares her warmth.

At times I hate her
when she leaves me
alone in the cold.

In spite of
my passion for her,
she barely knows
I exist.

That’s the inequity of a mite’s life.

[Lady Ravyn]

Originally posted by Nerdanel
(I just had to try one of these icons!:D )

Ok, here's one, originally written in Swedish. I translated it very fast, so I don't even know if it can be understood correctly in English. But well, I'll give it a try:

At times I love her
when she comes to bed
and shares her warmth.

At times I hate her
when she leaves me
alone in the cold.

But despite my strong feelings for her
she barely knows I exist.

That’s the inequity of a mite’s life.

really good! i especially like the last line. but the second and third to last lines are a little...awkward. i think you might try:

In spite of
my passion for her,
she barely knows
I exist.

hope ya don't mind the crit! :)

[Nerdanel]

Of course I don't mind!:) It's great that you put that much effort into reading my poems, that you can critizise!:)

And as you might see, I've edited the poem. Hope you don't mind that I steal your line, but it just suited the poem so well! Tell me if you don't want me to use your example, but now you're a part of my writings..:p

Thanks so much!

[Lady Ravyn]

oh yay! you liked it! sure you can use it; that's why i posted it- for you to use if ya liked it!
and your welcome for the crit; i like taking the time to analyze other people's poetry because that's what i like people to do to mine :)
speaking of which, i have to start writing again; i've been so busy i have hardly had any time to moot! :( ;)

[Nerdanel]

>>>>>>>>>Tonight
a stone of rain
and golden lightning
came through
my narrow front door.

A visit from a world
far beyond the darkest
of lost stars.

>>>>>>>>>This morning
never entered this world
of splintered rocks.

My door was closed.

[Lady Ravyn]

wow, nerd! that was awesome! i have nothing to add! i tyhink that's my favorite poem you've posted yet! :D

[Nerdanel]

Thanks, LR!:) I'm really glad you liked it!

[Lady Ravyn]

wrote this the other day...

View From A Raindrop

I want to wrap myself
in a raindrop,
and let my watery blanket
distort my view of reality.

Catch me in your palm,
instead of letting me
shatter on the ground
and be trampled by unkind shoes.

Drop me in a glass
so I am safe and sheltered-
at times experience is over-rated,
and the world too big and threatenting.

[Nerdanel]

I feel like that sometimes too, LR. Beautiful poem.

[Lady Ravyn]

thanx. my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer a couple months ago and it's been hard on everyone. she went through surgery a little over a month ago, and in two weeks she starts kemo therapy. tomorrow i go to help her buy a wig, which is a little surreal for me... this whole thing has been surreal, actually, but whaever. i wrote that in one of those times when i wish i was five again and didn't know anything about anything

[Nerdanel]

I'm really sorry to hear that, LR.:( Hopefully she'll be alright!

I understand that it must feel surreal, but try to find her a really nice one.:)

It's amazing how the most frightening experiences can turn into beautiful poetry.

[Lady Ravyn]

aw, thanx ner *hugz* i really appreciate the positive thoughts. i'm sure she'll be fine, too, but we still need all the prayers and good vibes that we can get ;)

[Rûdhaglarien]

I have not been here in a long, long while. And so, I'm not exactly sure that I belong here anymore, since I never really did. But, anyway. This is the first poem that I've written in a long, long while. It used to be (last year, at least) that I would write poems and stories and paragraphs and blurbs, even, constantly. But, lately, that's been gone. So, here it goes.

"Salt in a Wound"

I could kiss you good-night,
but it's already morning,
and the sea's run away with my heart, anyway

the tide captured my love
in its salt-caked song;
it stole my breath, so what choice have I, really

where the cliffs above the water touch the sky
and they kiss the bright blue good morning, every night
so, I want to be just like them

in my seashell'd sand castle --
with four walls and a moat --
I wrote songs and authored stories of all that I could never know

because even though the sand dunes reach to the horizon,
I can never reach the sunset...
my mortal fingertips will never touch such watercoulour'd beauty

and, though the beach makes me sad,
I return with undying devotion,
to a world that stole my breath, and drowned my heart in its ocean.//

The paragraphs aligned to the right and in red were written along the same lines, but a week or so after the original piece was constructed. So, I know that they belong, but I haven't a clue where. Disregard them completely for the time being, I suppose.

[Lady Ravyn]

really great, rudhaglarien! i love the second from the last verse the best about the horizon; really cool
i also like the poem in your sig; did you write it?

[Nerdanel]

Rûdhaglarien, your poem is very beautiful. I love the last verse.

Here's one I wrote today:


If so the light
of a million stars
came upon your face
>>>I wouldn't look at you.

If so the emanation
of your full womanhood
became a thousand times stronger
>>>I wouldn't feel you.

If so the voice
of Mother Nature herself
flowed from your mouth
>>>I wouldn't hear you.

If so we
were the only ones
living on this Earth
>>>I wouldn't touch you.

You are erased
forever.

[Rûdhaglarien]

Thank-you both.

Lady Ravyn: No. I did not write the poem in my sig. It's pieces of the song "Ruthless" by Something Corporate off of their album, North.

Nerdanel: I very much like your poem. Especially the first stanza and the theme, in general.

"If so the light
of a million stars
came upon your face
>>>I wouldn't look at you." Beautiful. Just gorgeous.

[Nerdanel]

thank you very much, Rûd.:) i appreciate it.

[Nerdanel]

Sorry is an ugly word.
Can’t you hear

>>>the brutality
>>>the hypocrisy
>>>and the emptiness

of it
when you say it?

I don’t want a word.
I can’t do anything with it.

>>>I can’t feel it’s softness
>>>against my warm body.
>>>I can’t hear it whisper
>>>gently in my ear.
>>>I can’t put my tired head
>>>in it’s loving lap.

Sorry is a selfish word.
You become it when you say it.

[Lady Ravyn]

nerd your poems are so great! i like the second one best :)

[Rûdhaglarien]

Sorry is a selfish word. I hate it. Especially when someone doesn't really mean it.

This is a poem which has the same theme (even the same... "character", shall we say) as a poem that I forced myself to write a while back because I hadn't written anything. ((If I can find the first one, perhaps I will meld them together, or at least post them together somewhere.)) Both are meant to be -- sort of -- like an Irish folk song, though I didn't follow any set rhyming scheme or stanza structure.

:::

“A Sad Irish Tale Of The Sea.�

There once was an Irish lass so fair,
her beauty was considered beyond compare.
-- She loved the beach
and she envied the sea –-
But, her envy be her downfall, as you shalt see.

For the tale of Anna Lynn is as sad and as true,
as it is long and lengthy for you.

The lass’ hair, it was long and red.
And her eyes were the colour of Ireland’s grass.
Her skin; hued of rosebuds and cream.
Sea-foam and the waves: they took her away
as payment for her envy of greater things.

Row home, Anna Lynn, row home.
.....For the ocean is waitin’
..........The sea, she is fadin’
...............We’re waitin’ to welcome ye home.
Come home, Anna Lynn, come home.

And her Lover, he cried long into the night,
praying for his Anna Lynn.
And the town, it waited
with bated
breath, for the return of their pride, their love, and their kin.

Row home, Anna Lynn, row home
.....For the ocean is waitin’
..........The sea, she is fadin’
...............We’re waitin’ to welcome ye home.
Come home, Anna Lynn, come home.

Long years passed and her Lover,
at last, married a maid not so fair.
And the town gave her up for dead,
supposed she rested in darkened blankets of sea,
instead.

Row home, Anna Lynn, row home
.....For the ocean is waitin’
..........The sea, she is fadin’
...............We’re waitin’ to welcome ye home.
Come home, Anna Lynn, come home.

But, one day when the sky was as
grey as cold eyes,
and the sea, she was angry and fierce;
there came a ship from the Heavens borne in from the west,
come toward the town and its piers.

Row home, Anna Lynn, row home
.....For the ocean is waitin’
..........The sea, she is fadin’
...............We’re waitin’ to welcome ye home.
Come home, Anna Lynn, come home.

There at the head, just before the mast
was a lass
whose hair was long and red.
The ship -- built for cargo --
had brought them Anna Lynn, instead.

Row home, Anna Lynn, row home
.....For the ocean is waitin’
..........The sea, she is fadin’
...............We’re waitin’ to carry ye home.
Welcome home, Anna Lynn, you’re home.

:::

You can, of course, vary any part of it ye wish. I, myself, usually do not see the chorus but once or twice, always at the end, but rarely anywhere else. I find it unfortunate that I do not have a voice befitting folks songs from Ireland or Scotland, as I love them so. ... Dammit.

[Rosie Gamgee]

Oh! That was beautiful!

I know what you mean. I love Irish music. Sad songs are my favorite, and Irish music is a treasure-trove of tragedy. I wrote a song in imitation of a few ballads I've heard, and come up with a tragic little love story, about a lost love (not that great thought). Here it is:

Johnny McFarlane

Well Johnny McFarlane I greatly admire.
He worked for my father, a farm-hand for hire.
He's gone just this morning to sail far away;
I'll run after my Johnny, oh Johnny, please stay!

Don't sail away, Johnny,
Don't sail away!
Come back to me, Johnny
Come back to me, stay!
Come back to the house on the hill one last time;
Oh, don't sail away, Johnny; Johnny be mine!

I went to a dance but I left all alone,
And Johnny he asked for to walk with me home.
Me mother don't like him so he's gone away;
I'll run after my Johnny, oh Johnny please stay!

Don't sail away, Johnny,
Don't sail away!
Come back to me, Johnny
Come back to me, stay!
Come back to the house on the hill one last time;
Oh, don't sail away, Johnny; Johnny be mine!

Well I gave him my love on the first day of spring;
He kissed me in secret and gave me a ring.
My father found out so he's bound far away;
I'll run after my Johnny, oh Johnny, please stay!

Don't sail away, Johnny,
Don't sail away!
Come back to me, Johnny
Come back to me, stay!
Come back to the house on the hill one last time;
Oh, don't sail away, Johnny; Johnny be mine!

When I found my Johnny he was dying fast.
Said he, "My bright love, you've found me at last!"
"Johnny," said I, "Oh didn't I say
I'd run after you Johnny, oh Johnny, please stay!"

Don't sail away, Johnny,
Don't sail away!
Come back to me, Johnny
Come back to me, stay!
Come back to the house on the hill one last time;
Oh, don't sail away, Johnny; Johnny be mine!

[Lady Ravyn]

*sniff* i love irish ballads; they're so sad, though those two were beautiful you guys! :D

[Rosie Gamgee]

Thanks! *takes a little bow*

[Rûdhaglarien]

Thanks, Ravyn. I've already edited it and changed probably five or six lines. :rolleyes:

Here's a "poem" (more like a blurb, really) that I just wrote... maybe five minutes ago.

So, I'm sitting here, alone,
..............drinking rain water as if it were champagne
and hoping that everything's all right for you.
Because if it isn't, then nothing matters, anyway.



.................................................. ....(If you'll just walk through that door, I'll promise to spring for some real champagne.)

[Nerdanel]

that's a really great 'blurb' (;) ), Rûd!:) simple, few words with feeling.

Rosie, i love your ballad.. beautiful!

[Rosie Gamgee]

Thank you. :)

[Rûdhaglarien]

I've only just realized that I forgot to tell you how much I enjoyed your poem, Rosie. :o I really did!

And, BTW: The Village rocks my socks off.

[Tessar]

Ruh and Rosie- I really like those poem/balads you two wrote! LOVELY stuff!

I have that Anna Lynn song going through my head, but of course not so much the Johnny one because... well... as a guy I find Anna much more appealing :p.

[Lady Ravyn]

Because When You're Gone

Because when you're gone
my world wille
all the sadder;

Because you are leaving and
I'll feel as though
something is missing

Because my eyes
mirror my heart,
and I may feel empty for a while;

But because I know
that you have to leave,
and we'll both do just fine anyway;

I'll wish you good luck,
and smile through these tears,
for I can't always be selfish-
you're far too wonderful
to keep to myself.

[Rûdhaglarien]

|smiles| :)
I'll wish you good luck,
and smile through these tears,
for I can't always be selfish-
you're far too wonderful
to keep to myself.
|smiles summore|

[Rûdhaglarien]

"An Olde-Time Commercial For Laughs!"

Come! Be witness to the lies they’ve told you. Be sure to bring a picnic lunch.//

We wouldn’t want you missing out on all of the “fun�, now would we? We’ll hang a man. And burn another. Castrate a father. And drown a mother. We’ll take off your head. And we’ll starve me to death. No, we wouldn’t want you to miss all the “fun�. If you can ease the quease in the pit of your stomach, you might even see the quartering of a soldier. We’ll kill kings. And torture heroes. Do you mind if I have a bite of your sandwich? Old women will knit by the edge of the platform. (Bloodstains make scarves nicer.) And young boys will sit on fathers’ shoulders, laughing at the condemned as they pass. Did you remember to bring the egg salad? Their sins out in public, for the whole county to see, seem to dull the brightness of our own misdemeanors. Here! We can throw rotten food at another. And sneer in the face of a man about to lose his insides. Rapists. And murderers. Thieves. And bewilderers. Anyone different shall pay! You can spread the blanket beneath that tree o’er there. ...Forgive me for faltering, but you’ve forgot the egg salad. I guess that leaves more lunch for me.


Maybe I should just make a thread for blurbs, since that's most of what I write. Insta-Blurbs, I could call it. :mad:

[Lady Ravyn]

lol, that's good, though i think you're right about it being more of a blurb. i write alot of those too, though; do you think they might be considered prose, perhaps? :confused:

[Rûdhaglarien]

lol, that's good, though i think you're right about it being more of a blurb. i write alot of those too, though; do you think they might be considered prose, perhaps? :confused:

I don't know. I guess that I consider it poetry only because poetry to me is just anything that sounds beautiful or poetic in any form. Prose, to me, is coherent paragraphs. But, that's just me. :rolleyes:

[Rûdhaglarien]

Like a bullet to your brain that sends you shooting through the stars,
this girl, she'll steal your bleedin' heart.

Once she holds on, she can never let go
and you can never forget her,
because she's burned in your skull -- like that bullet in your brain.
[0621/2204]

Like a knife in your back that sends you reeling to the ground,
this girl, she'll always let you down.

Once she turns away, she can never look back
because she's just that good,
and just like that -- her blood is on your hands.


Like a poison in your drink that sends you running for the sea,
this girl, she is just like me.

Once she kisses you, you can never forgive,
because she won't undo,
and she knows you can't swim -- forever a tale of more woe.
[082404]

...

The first stanza was Upon reading your mind and my memoirs... (http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=A884934&entry=10126&mode=) And I built upon it today.

I'm not so sure I like that second half of the last line. |shrug| Whatever.

[Nerdanel]

No, I cannot forgive you
For my heart is too small

To contain a big river
Which in the end will fall

..........(for eventually,
..........everything falls)

Into cold sharp rocks
Of joyless self-destruction

I only own a humble spring
In a place I cannot mention

..........(even you will fall
..........and I shall not rise again)

No, I cannot forgive you
For my heart is too small

My forgiveness is not endless
I do need it all

..........(the fallen are the evil
..........but we will all fall)

[Pirate]

Wow, Nerdanel, that was really good! I loved it. *applauds*

[Rûdhaglarien]

I really liked that one, Nerdanel.

joyless self-destruction ... I really, really like that line.

And:
..........(even you will fall
..........and I shall not rise again)

Those two were beautiful.

[Beruthiel's cat]

....
No, I cannot forgive you
For my heart is too small

My forgiveness is not endless
I do need it all

..........(the fallen are the evil
..........but we will all fall)

Ner, what a great image!! You've written another lovely, heartfelt poem. I still can't believe English isn't your first language!!!

Great job!!! :)

[Nerdanel]

thank you, thank you, thank you!:)

i didn't like it that much though.. i'm not good at rhyming, it felt a bit fake at times..
but i'm glad to hear you liked it!

(and it warmed my heart to hear that about my language, BC:) thank you.)

[Nerdanel]

- In case this is the last time I see you
........she said and gave me a hug.

- No, this can't be the last time I see you! I have yet to see your body in full moonlight, without a shell of fear on. I have yet to touch your soft, warm skin, I have yet to feel your electric touch send high voltage waves through me.
I have yet to **** you with all my body and all my heart.
........I said but my mouth did not move.

I took my bike and went home. She was on my mind when I did to me what I really wanted to do to her.
........But my skin just didn't feel as soft as hers,
........my own touch couldn't send those electric waves through me.


I never saw her again.

[Rûdhaglarien]

Wow. Wow. Wow. That sent chills through me. |bows before you in awe|
That was amazing. But, I'm afraid that I can't praise it well enough with my words, so I'll stop trying now...

[Nerdanel]

:eek: thanks! i didn't think anyone would like it.. i already feared that someone had reported it to the mods..:rolleyes:

that's the most un-poetic stuff i've written in a while, but as i believe i can't write anything else than poetry, i call that one a poem too.

did i confuse you now?;)

EDIT: ok, so it was censured already..:rolleyes: takes some of the power out of it, but i guess 13-year-olds don't know what **** means.

[Lady Ravyn]

you know what though, even with the the edit, that was really powerful. awesome, nerd. as was the last one you posted, but i like this one better. very, very cool

geez, you guys are getting so good i'm almost embarrased to post my stuff lol :p :D

[Lady Ravyn]

Afraid of a Savior

In 20 minutes
you rescued me.
I was lost
down the path less traveled by,
and the sun
was sinking into the west.

But here you are,
an unexpected knight
in shining armor,
offering your hand
and asking if I'm alright.

Why?

I can't help but be suspicious.

If your going
to burst my bubble
do it now,
before your dagger
digs too deeply.

For the first time
in my memory,
I can smile when I'm alone-
truly be happy
just for myself.

Don't snuff out
my now-joyous flame;
save me from myself,
but don't let my heart
get caught in the cross-fire.

[Lady Ravyn]

okay, i know this one is pretty bad, but i sorta meant it to be that way... lol

Erin's Amazing Obligatory Corny Love Poem

You're a light in my darkness;

No!
That sounds too much
like a teen-love poem-

oh, wait...

You make me feel beautiful;
with you my insecurities
fall away and I can just be-

No!
That's still wrong!
Why can't I think straight lately?

oh, yeah...

What can I say
that hasn't been said
in a thousand different lines
in a thousand different poems?

How can I say it
without sounding stupid?
What is there
that could describe this adequatrly?

oh! wait!

You're a light in my darkness...
**********************************************
:p

[Nerdanel]

i think both of them are very good! i especially like the latter one..:D it reminds me that sometimes i can't write poems, because i'm afraid of clichés..:rolleyes:

[Lady Ravyn]

What Have You Done?

Suddenly,
my hand aches
with yours not near-by.
It was never that way
Before;
What did you do?

Now,
my mind wanders
down the same path constantly-
you are always at its end;
How did you do that?

I find that I'm lonely
when I'm sitting by myself;
those times that used
to bring me peace
now bring me longing
for your strong arms about me.

I should be drowning,
but I'm breathing
clearer
than I ever have before-

What have you done?
**************************************

sorry for the cheese-fest guys, but i'm a little new at the love thing ;) i'll get better...i hope... lol!

[Nerdanel]

i think it's good.. and you have lots of time to make it even better!;)

'my mind wanders
down the same path constantly-
you are always at its end;'

i like that part.. it's a nice metaphor.

[Nerdanel]

i think it's good.. and you have lots of time to make it even better!;)

'my mind wanders
down the same path constantly-
you are always at its end;'

i like that part.. it's a nice metaphor.

[Nerdanel]

sorry 'bout that.. i hate this computer..:mad:

btw, here are a few new poems i've written; i don't like them that much..

the first one:

Nothing can be brought back
..........not even the clean rain
..........from misty mountains
..........and untouched forests.

The lost must be grieved
..........time gives perspective
..........understanding maybe
..........but never healing.

Not even my thoughts
can be washed clean anymore.

[Nerdanel]

While he is sitting in his
private jetplane
..........he’s writing songs about
..........the extinction of the rain forests.

While he is filling up his
50 metre pool
..........he’s planning a fund
..........to provide Africans with clean water.


While he is watching the bird
dancing at sunset
..........he’s wondering what life is
..........if this is all.

For now only his eyes can see.
No longer can he be saved.

[Nerdanel]

..and the last one:

Suddenly I felt so old.

I just couldn’t hate anymore.
My anger and ferocity
had gone to a place I no longer could find.

I just listened to the young girls
..........giggling and chewing
and remembered it all for the first time.

I only felt sorrow
the pain behind the chewing
the loneliness behind the laughter.

I sat all alone
and realised that I have never
been as loved as I am now.

..........Old, alone and loved.

[Lady Ravyn]

those are good! the first two aren't as good as the last one though. i really like the first part:
"My anger and ferocity
"had gone to a place I no longer could find..."
very cool! :)

[Lief Erikson]

Some excellent writing, Nerdanel :). I really like how you kept the rhythm flowing so smoothly.

[Nerdanel]

thank you!:) i don't like the second one though.. but i decided to put it there anyway!:D

[Lady Ravyn]

A Different Shade of Blue

I look in the mirror.

As I brush away the curtain of
my almost-black hair, -
almost black;
not brown,
darker,
but not true midnight.
That's what I get
for being indecisive -

the paleness of my skin
shocks me;
a startling whiteness
marred by my
freckled hawk's nose
and pink strawberry lips.

I study intently
the lines of my brow,
the set of my mouth,
but then I catch sight
of my eyes.

And I can't help but wonder:
is their deep blueness seen
as welcoming, friendly pools?
or cold, harsh ice?

EDIT:i like this one, but i don't like the last verse; any ideas of how to clean that part up? :)

[Nurvingiel]

Great poem! It really grabbed my attention. :)

Hm... about the last verse, maybe:

I can't help but wonder:
is their deep bluen seen
as friendly pools?
or cold,harsh ice?


Or something?



I wrote a poem for my brother as a thank you for the belated birthday gift he sent me. I'd love to know what you think. It's hopefully a bit humorous. (He sent me a poem for my card.)


Here's a short peom for my bro
Whose rhyming musings I did know
Parcels! Parcels! Exciting stuff
One can never have enough.

Lovely bracelet, socks so warm
Books to weather any storm
Tasty soy nuts go down fine
With Finnish beer or Swedish wine.

So tack så mycket(1) for the gift
It will not cause a sybling rift
It was welcome, you should know
Over here in Umeå

And with that I'll say hejdå(2)!

Swedish translations:
(1) Thank you very much
(2) Goodbye

Pronounciation guide (aka see, my poem does so rhyme :p):
(1) Tack so muka
(2) Hey doh

[Nerdanel]

hey doh!^^

umeå rhyming with know? that's hilarious!:D it's a great poem you've written, nurv!:)

[Nurvingiel]

Thanks Nerdanel! :D Hey, the letter å is pronounced "oh" right? Therefore it does rhyme with "know". :confused:

[Nerdanel]

actually, å is pronounced.. how should i explain it.. shorter than 'oh'..oh is like two letters.. å is the first one.

but i understand if you don't have any idea of what i'm talking about!^^

[Linaewen]

It's pronounced as 'aw' like 'saw'. Oh wait, that's Aussie and British pronunciation. Hmm. I'm sure Americans have that sound....

[Nerdanel]

When I woke up today the whole world was white.. It was amazing.


Winter has come
........surprising the once vivid city
........calmly reducing it to silence.

Winter has come
........covering all that once was
........everything created by the city.

Winter has come
........the city once again
........meets it’s superior



.. and another one:

I made this year’s
first angel today.
A trace in the snow
exposed to the stars.

........The winter’s first Fallen Angel.


Poem! (http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/hanny_fi/detail?.dir=6f81&.dnm=e2d8.jpg&.src=ph)

[Lalaith_Elf]

Following Ner's winter theme, this is a Christmas poem I wrote for a competition.

Christmas Spirit

The advent candle lit every night,
Flickering in the dark.
Carols sung in the cold,
Noses red and presents sold.
But behind closed doors,
Feuds break out beneath the mistletoe,
The holiday of sharing and love,
Reduced to tears and hurt.

Traditions the same every year,
The same old turkey feast.
Fake smiles and ‘thank you’ passed,
Around the Christmas tree.
But whatever hurt and petty grudges,
Said the whole year round,
Can be forgotten for at least one day,
As we spread our love around.

[Rosie Gamgee]

Nice, and quite touching. I like it!

[Tessar]

These are some of my older poems :).


To Love One Another

We all must leave this world,
At one time or another,
And yet we hardly ever stop,
To love one another.

So many people say,
“I’ll not go without a fight!�
But when it comes down to it,
They all die in the night.

So what’s the good of screaming,
And digging in your heels?
Just take life as it comes,
And see how good love feels.



Lothlorien, Land of the Golden Wood

I walk so slow through golden trees,
The misty light shines down on me,
A sent of flowers in the air,
My life is complete, without want or care.

The Valar in their mighty days,
Created Middle Earth this way,
But the wrath of evil did strike us down,
And now there’s little left that’s sound.

The trunks of trees, so slender there,
Or thick and strong, mighty and fair,
A leaf drifts slowly down to me,
I marvel at it bright beauty.

The water shines like stars above,
Lothlorien, my fairest love,
No other forest is quite so good,
As the land of the golden wood.



A Hobbit!
By Danlor Avindar

Did you ever, ever feel,
Like you could be a Hobbit?

I know it sounds a wee bit odd,
But I know that I’m a hobbit!

A some what stout but good as gold,
A friendly sort of Hobbit!

With a mug of ale and stout wood pipe,
I’d be a contented Hobbit!

And if a Wizard came by,
I’d tell him to be off!

Adventures old and dragons bold,
That is no life for a Hobbit!

And if I now may be so bold,
I say we’re all like Hobbits!

For inside the heart of every man,
There lives a hobbit lass or lad!

A treasure held so deep inside,
That some may fear to let it rise!

Away dull cares and silly affairs,
I’m now glad to say I’m a HOBBIT!

[inked]

Enjoyable, Tessar. Very hobbit-y too! :)