Poetry (Merged threads. HLG)

[Tar-Ancalime]

my 9/11 poem

[Dengen-Goroth]

Here is my epic, The Lay of Hastings,written of the vital battle in 1066 that molded our modern world. Enjoy!

f thee ride forth nigh into the north,
There lie the English Realm;
Unfettered with dread yet doom there led,
Luring a great unrest.
By morose boast there came a host,
Brought ruin to the Earth;
Death downed malice in bloody chalice,
As battle cry there rang.

Duke of the South brought north army routh,
Contest the English throne;
To stem the path with unbeknownst wrath,
Lay Harold Goodwinson.
With upheld hand and brilliant brand,
The Normans set for sail;
Till on crimson breath of prime’s austere death,
Fate took reign anew.

Edward Confessor fell neath wicked blight,
For endless sleep was dealt;
To quench the rift and mend the drift,
Came Earl of Essex wise.
Past the Channel lay brooding Lord scrannel,
Callous misbegotten heir;
Though spear would blast and shatter cast,
Of Anglo-Saxon rule.

Young in reign though apt to pain,
Harold’s crown was leaden;
Norsemen and sibling made war on King,
Horrid death was thrust.
The proud young Lord dismayed found self moored,
As his doom was wrung;
Battle in regent soil bore dire lament,
Still the English won.

Lord’s brother gone and fate deemed undone,
Saxon’s marched for South;
Great William bold forth went to fateful wold,
With unwearied host.
Engaged in fray with British brae,
Nigh blooming of Despair;
Field of gloom was chosen as death did loom,
Men knew of their end.

As autumnal air blew gelid chill fail,
The stage was now set;
Aged and young alike rose with blade and pike,
To endow annal.
This Lord of England lofty and grand,
Axemen and others his;
At last to partake nefarious chronicle’s make,
They met nigh Hastings field.

On that day great wistful dread there now lay,
Man and beast akin;
Housecarl and cavalier with axes sheer,
A doleful shield lay.
As archer grim with bent bow set much dim,
Marched before the ranks;
Loosed salvos of dement and shield arm rent,
Upon the English Line.

Mighty line held though cruel arrows felled,
Some of fellow kin;
And as Normans assail Saxon chain-mail,
Axe and Blade did delve.
Though not waver under fate or cruel favor,
Men of Harold’s guard;
For in hour of dread fates tide of battle fed,
Norman left flank fell.

Amid Saxon jeer and blood-stained spear,
William’s mind grew gray;
Seeing the end without plausible mend,
Norman fire fell.
Though through British folly and dread volley,
The Saxons gave chase;
And from the right swayed by Victory’s light,
The shield wall collapsed.

Left Center lost it’s ground by Saxon host,
Blind onslaught befell;
Central line moved naught though harking bows’ twine,
William relent naught.
Riding to Norman chevaliers far few,
He would press onward;
Ordering to move on left to Saxon’s remove,
From their senseless strike.

So did Harold forfeit a force mythos,
To dull Norman blade;
As mounted full assault with cavalry,
The upstarts drove forth.
Bitter words from Duke’s forked mouth and palm,
Did the Left flank hear;
Then went a readied force against hill coarse,
For the second stage.

Assault against shield with prowess they wield,
As infantry came;
Trumpets sounded retreat as force bounded,
From forsaken hill.
William knew now strike and make Saxons bow,
He need make great haste;
The sound of hooves was like hell in earth’s grooves,
For strike he did deep.

Reeling was man as if life had set ban,
On her great essence;
Axe wore flesh beating against chain mesh,
With death’s fear awake.
Cavalry drove whilst Housecarl clove,
Into the grim filth;
Hope did lent as drove beast into firmament,
To dive for life.

First smote Housecarl’s axe Tailefer gnarl,
Favored court Minstrel;
Though not the final to fall into canal,
Of brave yet passed.
Nigh short time drenched in blood and grime,
Cavalry rode back;
With corpse as block against next flock,
Hour’s time of peace.

The grass was worn and by cruel hooves torn,
Dark malicious red;
And sun was gaunt amidst ground flaunt,
As shone dull gold.
Glory was pyre remembered by crestfallen lire,
In sordid Lord’s hall;
For in that time life was bitter as lime;
Fallen from Heaven.

The horns were heard wrenching as iron gird,
Man’s mind from barren prayer;
As Men of God carried dead in prayer’s trod,
Fair realms unseen.
Women spoke of kindreds whose flesh torn and broke,
Littered broken dirt;
There were then none whom pain did shun,
From true mortal tear.

Half past noon charged anew in saddle and swoon,
Norman Chevaliers;
As before archers aimed and silence tore,
With brown arrows keen.
Though now William rode with light neath brow,
Deep into the fray;
So man embers of hatred did then there fan,
With sword and spear.

The English Line did not buckle or shine,
From light of Sun;
The banners of Lords eclipsed Sun’s great cord,
To Shadow’s make.
And amidst din and bloody forsaken linn,
A cry rang supreme;
From one vista to brooding mighty ballista,
Was “Le Duc est mort!”

As Norman Lines halt midstep and fault,
On grasses green land;
The standard bearers fell to aid and Duke’s fear quell,
By staying any blow.
Yet as they came William stood in pride and not shame,
Dispatching them at once;
The war was not wont and his force not vaunt,
By Duke’s slight collapse.

Recalling a stead anew battle did lead,
For two dark hours;
Then William bore back to Hill’s glum shore,
His diminished host.
And yet again amidst new captains’ deign,
New attack he wrought;
The third and last press was made to shatter fast,
The silence in the plain.

Anew the archers took line to bait hook,
For English Defenders;
And again the charge came as through storm a barge,
Laden with death’s host.
Again Norman lance tore in with but chance,
Into Saxon lines;
And again weary men remembered moonlight fen,
As they fell to blade.

Though nigh on the right bearing last might,
English drove Norman;
And retreat was won through in truth fate done,
For Saxon ran again.
Anal as before forever in written Lore,
They were smitten down,
And as the left fell together as from cleft,
Saxon’s flank was gone.

Then mounted bore down on English Crown,
To smite Harold then;
And his guard fell and now are marred,
As weak-hearted rabble.
For as taking mace Harold held no longer grace,
As he was struck numb;
And the Normans hacked with humanity lacked,
The Last Saxon King.

The Sun was set as Destiny was met,
To Lands Eternal;
William took with elated grasp as earth shook.
Reign of Saxon Land.
The Seas lament and the sky now is rent,
By deeds of that Field;
And now the tone of that hill grown,
Is a silent wake.
For pyres burned in eulogy of Olden Sires,
In Ængland’s day.
Forever shall this deed mankind lead,
Till Hell bound doom is deemed.

[Tar-Ancalime]

WOW! that makes me sad...I'm a saxon heiress according to my genealogy

[7doubles]

no, valars cheese ball corn song

[Lantarion]

OMG. Dengen that was inexplicably incredible!! So historically accurate, so poetic, so long and so descriptive. Just makes you cry, it does. *sniff* :) Wow. :eek:
Just to nitpick a bit, the term you were looking for was huskarl, not 'Housecarl'. It is Norse, I believe, and means 'home-man', meaning perhaps a patriotic warrior.
And I must say that the rhyme scheme is a bit flurried, but it does not matter when the poet has such a way with words, intertwining with medieval history.
Damn excellent, that will overshadow the rest of the thread till the Moon is broken.

Laid is turf for furious war
and ready is the northern shore
There's no way that shame before
will taint our hearts long held by yore

Cleave the shields and clash the blades
slay the troops with sudden raids
Do what deeds your lords have bade
and sleep not till new rule is laid

Riven is the grass-grown land
cloven by the battling band
Burning earth, by scorches tanned
and blood-soaked swords upon the sand

That is a pitiful little riddle in comparison to that saga you just wrote, but it's the best I can do under shock like this! :)

[Dengen-Goroth]

Thanks Pontifex! I admit that the rhyming scheme was quite bad, when I wrote it I did so in times quickly, in times with lagg. And at the point where I typed it from rough draft I found those nagging problems, the beginning seemed bereft but once you get in it's obvous. Oh well. And thanks for the correction, my search labeled it a housecarl, cant trust those old historians anymore:)

[Tar-Ancalime]

where were you this morning
as i got out of bed?
I roll over see no one there,
where did you go?
I get out of bed to see if you are down stairs.
The house is empty as it's ever been
no sign of you
no sign of love.

I make my breakfast
ever solmenly
this home is so different when your gone.
on the fridge i see your note saying
"I'll be back!"
empty and hollow that promise seems.

Too quiet is my home,
empty with lack of love
I hear a pin drop,
how eerie it is
to be without you.

[morning star]

Here's a poem i wrote.

Aragorn's troop going on the road of the dead

the darkness is covering me from head to toe.
as i march on i can here the soldiers singing this song,
so turn out the light
blot out the sun.
let it be darker than night.
let the king shine brighter than the sun
and reveal all his glory and forever.
let us shine as bright as the stars at night.


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MaY i shine brighter than the sun also!

[Luna]

I feel invisible...forgotten...can't post on here anymore for some reason and I do miss this site terribly.

[Luna]

Amazing!! It posted! I havent been able to get on here in weeks! Has anyone had a similar problem logging on? I didn't even have any luck contacting the people who run this site!

aaahhhh...feels good to be back...though I wasnt missed, lol.
Now I'll have to think of something to write. ;)

[Lantarion]

Good poem, Morning Star! Welcome to the forum. :)
I suppose that if a poem does not rhyme, one can focus more on the actual 'inner' depth and content. But if it rhymes you might understand it better, and depending on the beat the tone can be set just by the words and the number of words.

Fire
Flickering light from burning torch
night will kill and darkness scorch
Bringing hope where there is gloom
kindling Sun and lighting Moon

Ah, I just saw your post Luna. Welcome back. :)

[Tar-Ancalime]

Paintings engraved forever,
in an once innocent, now scarred mind.
Of living skeletons,
of crooked crosses,
and cruelty defined.

My innocence now lost,
my naiveness now gone.
I know what truly happend in Germany during WWII.
No longer do I shrug at the shootings,
crematories and work camps.
No longer do I look to it with a blind eye.

Now I am awakend to the horror of it all.
the horror of the living skeletons,
crooked crosses,
and cruelty defined.

[Arathin]

"Sometimes I wish I lived in a world of darkness. Even if I miss some amazing people; at least I wouldn't be pleged by those whom are out of my short reached grasp." ~Arathin(my pen name)

[Luna]

thanks, Pontifex!



bless the nonsense...
decry the sanity
of a life lived....
...ordinarily.
herald the right
of noise;
the sound of the
living day
under the rim
of consciousness.
this, the stuff of life.

[Lantarion]

Desperate
Flee, flee, though your rights are gone
don't wait for the sound of a burning gong
Run, run, don't stop till your safe
and wait for your soul to rescue your faith

See, see, where you're running to
don't wait, hesitate, it's not good for you
Look, look, be weary and still
don't look for the sound of a crumbling hill

Hide, hide, and don't make a sound
try not to cry when your friends are found
Hush, hush, and stifle your rage
for patience is a virtue of the cunning sage

Soon, soon, will you catch the Moon
and see all your dreams rise up with the noon
Laugh, laugh, quietly to yourself
concentrate on your time, on your mind and your health

Now, now, be swift and be hushed
it only takes one quick, even hate-ridden thrust
Don't, don't, says a voice in your head
don't think, don't think, soon your foe will be dead

See, see, what your hate has brought
your laughter was dearly and evilly bought
Run, run, once again and don't cry
listen to your heart, don't listen to your mind

[Tar-Ancalime]

Today fate has dealt me cruel hands,
I guess I've lost the game.
Now I'm forced to walk away,
and lie in a state of self-pity.
My lands are now gone,
my family gone too.
All I can do is wait till they take me too.

[Lantarion]

This is suposed to be a sort of folkloric story about a mythical beast.

There dwells in the well a creature from Hell
he will strive and survive and grow in the dark
His hands all the lands will crush into sand
Where he kills, there blood spills as he leaves his foul mark

He cannot be distraught, or be killed by a shot
for his madness and badness feed his black soul
All spears by his fear are cast to revere
his might and unlight that fill the dark hole

At night, out of sight, he spreads his black light
and prowls as he howls with deafening hush
His claw, giant paw and threatening maw
all urge you to purge his evil heart lush

Don't pry, or his eye will find you out, spy
both red, as the dead who lie in their blood
Don't wail or his tail will act as great flail
and puncture your lungs and cause a mind-flood

His girth was at birth as large as a hearth
but now he is loud and great as twelve wheels
Two blades in the shade, upon his paws made
are sharp as a harp whose strings are of steel

And his back doesn't lack a single blade-track
for nine on his spine are all the sharp nails
His wings are such things that death and fear bring
and four are the swords upon his long tail

So beware, and take care, be not trapped by his snare
just flee, do not see the glowing red eyes
One flaw was a raw and tender soft maw
one shaft as he laughed has slain his dark lives

[7doubles]

a man who can fly
from his lies
milks the sun
can not run
from himself
or no one else

i
hear his cries
feal his pain
know his name
is the same as mine
my i i i, i an i

feal
the moment
come
denigh all
even what you think is true
what the hell got into you
and where was i, i i i
come inside
step into my hive
step into step in two
you stepped into my life

on the great adventure
you can see your sole
like a cloud of smoke and fire
across the distence that you rode

[¤-Elessar-¤]

***Ok, I'm not really a poet, but I am the leader of the Artisians. Poetry falls under this and I was wondering wether or not one of you fine poets was the leader of the rest, and if there is no leader, I would appriciate it if someone stepped up to the position. There just needs to be a general consensus about the person***

[Úlairi]

Here is a poem that I composed some half-a-year to a year ago. It is titled 'Television':

Television
Television tingles my taste buds,
It simply sucks my brain silly,
I wallow in the whiz of the wonder world,
The commercials can be counted and the products are perfectly presented.

The incredible invention of idiocy,
Buzzes my brain-dead brain bizarrely,
The delightfully delectable device,
The electrical enigmatic enigma,
Will always amaze and amuse me.

Trust me, I have plenty more where that came from. :)

[7doubles]

my favorit poem, summertime rolls
by janes addiction

fell into a sea of grass
and got lost amoungst the shady blades
children all ran over me
screaming tag
you are the one

yellow buttercup, hellacopter
lazy butterfly, chasing after
the crazy bee is mad abought sombody oh no

me and my girlfriend, don't whear no shoes
her nose is painted pepper sunrise
she loves me; i mean serious,
as serious can be

well... she sings a song and i listen to what she says
if you want a friend feed any animal oh,oh,oh
theres so much space, got to cut me a peace
with some fine wine brought peace to my mind
in the summertime and it's rolls
sumer time time time oh,oh,oh summertime rolls

[7doubles]

television, telephone, telegraph, teledrone, teleperson, telegod, telelife is telefraud:o :o :o :o

[Lantarion]

People don't like to comment on other people's work here anymore, I'm afraid, Ulairi. But I think it's pretty good, although there is no hint of even a possible rhyme scheme. :)
Nobody has commented on my 'beast'-poem either! How rude.. :D
Elessar, I think you'll find that there is no actual leader in this particular thread, and I don't think many people here want it to be corrupted by the dysfunctional guild-system. So sorry, we can't tell you of any leader. :)

[7doubles]

ellessar, you can be our leader. haha!

[Treebeard]

Here's a song about TV. I didn't write it, but it's funny anyway.
This song is sung by an immigrant who doesn't speak perfect English.

Hey, Mr. General public do you realize
that you've got a generation here of staring eyes?
The women never bother getting housework done
They just sit around gawking at television
The kiddies never run and playing out of door
on top of that they're never reading books no more
you ask them who's the father of our country, man?
They say was either Walt Disney...or Ed Sullivan!
I turn on Elvis Presley and my daughter scream
I fear she having nervous breakdown cause of him
I wonder why he wibble-wobble to the beat
As a boy he must have had a loose bicycle seat

It goes on, but I'll spare you...

[Treebeard]

Ok, I volunteer to be the official commenter. Here goes...

Pontifex, your beast poem reminds me of something Sam Gamgee might recite. Pretty good, but not your best. Kinda seems like you were searching desperately for rhymes at times. How old are you, by the way?

Television dude, your poem was kind of tough to read. What exactly were you saying? I won't hide the fact that it was sort of awkward.

Aight, if anyone else wants comments, I'll be checking back semi-regularly. If I ever get around to writing any more poetry of my own, I will post it here. In fact, I'm goinng to try to write something right now...be back soon!

[7doubles]

thats a great song. it reminds me of frank zappa
treebeard, what do you think about my works? besides the grammer.

[Treebeard]

Well, 7, I must say that I have no idea what your poem is about. Your style is quite distinctive, and rather entertaining. I've read a number of your poems, and I can almost pick them out without looking at the names. Interesting form, also. Free verse poetry like yours has always eluded me.

[Treebeard]

Ah, I just can't write poetry anymore. Can't figure it out. If I ever get inspired again, I'll write something I guess.

[morning star]

The darkness is no more

the darkness is no more,
since Sauron's power has been broken.
The Mount of Doom is smokin',
Since the ringbearer has done his mission.
The king once again sits on his throne,
And he glares in the welcome light of the sun,
In Minas Tirith the ruling city of Gondor.
May Aaragorn live forever!


Hope u guys like this!!!

c ya later!!!!


Morning Star

[morning star]

happy birthday PONTIFEX!!!! 1 more year then you can drive!!!!
So, Here's another one of my poems. I geuss i'll tell it to you for a b-day gift! Oh i did rhyme a little bit too!

Love is like the sea,
with depths so dark, yet so clear and so deep.
with calm and shinning waters in the light,

Or glitter from the stars and moon on the dark see at night.

Very strong is love.
It is strong as the currents in the foaming sea.
Or as strong as the tid rolling in from it’s long day’s labour.

Every day the tide comes in.






c ya!

[morning star]

tide not tid

[7doubles]

but you need a giant vocabulary and inpecable wit. poets like william blake actuialy though the way the way they wrote

[Kementari]

This is the only thread im sure you'll read so..

Happy Birthday Ponti!!!!!!!
HURRAY!!

[Talierin]

Yes,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PONTI!

:D :D :D

[Lantarion]

Thankee, thankee. I'm touched. *sniff* :)
I don't think a rhyme scheme should be an essential part of a poem, I just mostly like ones that do more. There are very few if any bad poems on this thread, and they are all mine! :p
Treebeard, thank you for your honest opinion. I admit I try too hard when I'm rhyming. It is easier in Finnish, when one word rhymes with about 12,000 others. :)

Not to seem ehotistic, but I'd like Treebeard's (and others') opinion about another poem I posted earlier. I was inspired by it while reading 'The Diary of Anne Frank'.

Desperate
Flee, flee, though your rights are gone
don't wait for the sound of a burning gong
Run, run, don't stop till your safe
and wait for your soul to rescue your faith

See, see, where you're running to
don't wait, hesitate, it's not good for you
Look, look, be weary and still
don't look for the sound of a crumbling hill

Hide, hide, and don't make a sound
try not to cry when your friends are found
Hush, hush, and stifle your rage
for patience is a virtue of the cunning sage

Soon, soon, will you catch the Moon
and see all your dreams rise up with the noon
Laugh, laugh, quietly to yourself
concentrate on your time, on your mind and your health

Now, now, be swift and be hushed
it only takes one quick, even hate-ridden thrust
Don't, don't, says a voice in your head
don't think, don't think, soon your foe will be dead

See, see, what your hate has brought
your laughter was dearly and evilly bought
Run, run, once again and don't cry
listen to your heart, don't listen to your mind

I'll try to cook up something new now..

Belief
Morning comes and lights the moor
it's what we've all been waiting for
All the land in shining dew
is gilted as we wait for you

Winds play through the rolling hills
sunshine warms the dimlit rills
Nature starts a clean, new slate
nights may pass, but we will wait

Keenly watch the blue-grey line
horizon's brim that seems sublime
We all so wait to see that shape
a pale white light in tattered cape

But when we fall asleep tonight
when all the sounds of darkness strike
You will arrive, upon our hearts
and deep in thought we will depart

[morning star]

darkness

the night is dark and cold.
the moon is invisible,
with a great stormcloud it is covered.
The cloud sits there and hovers.
The darkness is very great.
If all the lights go out,
what then should be our fate?
we then could see nothing,
and fear might grip our hearts.
If the darkness creaped into our soul we would be filled with terror.


c ya!!

[Arathin]

Ponti, first off, happy late birthday!
I really like that Anne Frank one. I have read the book and am part un-orthadox Jew, so I can relate. That is really very good, and sums up how a lot of us current Jews even still feel sometimes.

[Talierin]

Okay, haven't written anything that rhymes in years, but here's a little ditty I wrote yesterday. It sounds much better when sung!

The Orc from York

Oh there once was an Orc
And he came from York.
He was a little proud
and he was kinda loud
So one summer’s day
in the month of May
He leapt on the table
And he told a great fable.
He cried ‘I am Joan of Arc
and I come from Denmark!’
Well, he told a lie
so Eru made him fly.
He turned around
and he left the ground.
And nothing was heard of
or ever seen thereof
Of the nasty Orc
That came from York.

->>----Talierin---->

[7doubles]

smak that crack, smash, licky lack slip past. jibbedy jab, spickity spam, bam bam.

eany meany
icha keany
i oh bubba leany
otsy totsy
bubba lochy
O. U. T

[Ciryaher]

A delayed Zum Geburtstag for friend Pontifex! ;)

He's in the trees
He's in the ground
You'll never see him
Till you're found
But by that time
You're already dead;
Looks like Charlie
Got your head.

[Kementari]

ROFL!! :D

[Ciryaher]

Knives are flying in the sky
The men are there to die
And when the red lights up
You'd appreciate a nicer cup

Hit the beaches at a run
Watch out for Gerry and his gun
Hide behind a dragon's tooth
Wait for the word to break loose

Where is the bird and the little boy?
Is the fat man really Kilroy?
Watch the blossom in the sky
The men are there, doomed to die.

[Morwen]

*dances to Tal's little ditty* BRAVO! I'm beside myself with pleasure and this weird ache in my side! *claps* I say, BRAVO!

Well, here goes my little dandy thing they call a poem (or at least I do)

The Lonely Player Upon the Shore

Strums his lyre upon the shore,
Raising it to the sounds of the shell;
And the current's soft lullaby more.
The sea gull's soft croon of matrimony bell,
And the swirling mist come from the bay,
Surrounds the lonely player
And dances gracefully with his musical may.

He stands upon the edge of a dream,
And strums his lyre,
Of magics we could figuratively deem.
The lonely player of the lyre:
Oh! to hear him play!
The mouth would have no words to say.
The lonely player of the lyre.

His sight as fleeting as the colors in the North;
Come but few times to this shore.
He comes to guide the wizened away;
With the strings of his lyre does he implore.
As deviant and mystical as a fey,
Come this lonely player of the lyre.

The lonely player of the lyre;
I saw him once
From a far away pyre.
The lonely player of the lyre.
And now I walk from the beach,
With blooming face as a peach,
And flowing brown tresses;
And blue eyes of many stresses.

I saw him once;
The lonely palyer of the lyre,
And the cool sea breeze
Reddened and chilled and made sneeze;
And soon I was following those
Wizened people of the wilted rose.
The lonely player of the lyre,
Did call for me upon his song of the lyre.

[morning star]

you can write all kinds of poetry here!!!
hope you write some Pontifex!!!

I messed up last 2 times i tried to create a new thread!!
Sorry about that!!!!

[Tar-Ancalime]

happy Late,late birthday ponti!

I stand outside,
being kissed by the gentle rain
and embraced by the cool wind.
Perfection? not quite
but close enough.

[morning star]

The Voice

The voice is calling loud,
Through the many corridors.
It's creeping slowly up,
Through the old creaking floors.
It's gliding down the hall,
And down the cold dark stairs.
The cold shrill voice,
Can be heard everywhere.
If you hear it,
Fear will grip your heart and will turn it to ice,
With the fear that it instills.
Who is this voice,
That turns hearts to ice from fear?



Hope someone reads this and replies!!!

May I shine brighter than the sun!

[Ciryaher]

In The Dark, You’ll Find It

Quiet! Was that a footstep at the door?
I’ve heard it there many a time before
It striketh unto me a terrible fear;
A mastering fright;
From which I cannot escape. It was—

Good God! What is that sound I hear?
Is it coming from the hall?
No! It is there outside the window!
I’ll hid beneath the sheets..yes
Here I am quite safe! Let the invisible—

Did the door just open? My breath comes
Quickly, I am panicking: must remain
Calm. That noise of chains dragging across
The hard wooden floor is but a figment
Of my imagination…if I just take a quick look—

Jesus Christ in Heaven, save my soul!!!
The hideous beast is there, leering at me
With its damnedly blue eyes! My
Lungs will burst if I hold my breath
Any longer…I must refill my lungs—

Begone, Demon! I scream. A hand is
Laid upon my arm, and I bolt in terror,
Flinging my blanket to the creature’s
Confusement. Crash through the door;
Run down the hall…second door on the right—

Hands with razor-sharp claws tear at my
Bare skin. The strike me with their sting,
And the venom beginneth to affect my thought.
They must be spiders of hellish origin, for I am
Paralyzed in a web; my arms over my shoulders—

Blind and nearly dead (I deemed), I am cast into
Their cave, which rocks to and fro with the calamity
Of their movements. I know no more…

It is day! I see that I have been saved and I now
Sit in the hospital. The good doctor says that
All is well, and I am perfectly safe now. I wish I
Could tell Edward about my adventure; but my head aches,
And so he won’t answer.

[Úlairi]

HEAT:

The roads grinned as they reflected the heat from the glaring sun
My sweat dripped from my body
Staining my already sweat-drenched shirt.

The buildings took a quick glance at me, but weren’t interested, so they went back to counting the exhausted cars
The buildings did not enjoy the suns heat either
The buildings sweat showed too
The streaks of age down its rough concrete body.

The public pool was very happy
Remaining as cool as the other delighted people frolicked in its broken surface
Getting all the attention is what the pool liked best.

Some of the buildings were cheerful
Despite the summer heat
Businessmen and businesswomen walked into it
Swallowing them up like a caviar connoisseur eating some form of rare caviar.

Through all this time
I just stood there
Letting the powerful sun swings its fiery fists into my already beaten back
So I slowly trudged home from school as the sun sucked me dry.

[Treebeard]

Pontifex, am I to understand that English is your not your native language? Let me tell you, you could have fooled me.
Ok, here's my take on your poem "Desperate."
Of course, I'd have to be stupid to try to find fault with the meter of any of your poems. Everything you write is technically perfect. To tell you the truth, I've always been predisposed to poems like yours (ones that stick to a certain rhyme scheme). "Desperate" certainly conveys effectively the emotions that I think you intended (of course, I can't really know what you intended for certain, but I think it's pretty clear in this case). There are certain lines, however, that leave me a bit perplexed. For example:

Soon, soon will you catch the moon
And see all your dreams rise up with the noon

I don't understand where catching the moon came from, nor why this person's dreams would "rise up with the noon."

Also, is the "burning gong" from the second line a reference that I'm missing? How about "the sound of a crumbling hill?"

I hate to say this, since it goes against my nature as well as yours, apparently, but my only advice is that you should think more about what you want to say, rather than how you are saying it. I am not suggesting that you should stop writing rhyming poems, it's obvious that you have a remarkable talent, and that you should continue to cultivate it. But there are times when a couplet, no matter how perfect structurally, can be pretty much meaningless. I've noticed this from time to time in several of your poems. Try to avoid this.

Some of your lines are beautiful. An example:

Hide,hide and don't make a sound
Try not to cry when your friends are found

Another:

See, see what your hate has brought
Your laughter was dearly and evilly bought

These lines are metrically sound, and they don't seem at all forced.

Well, I didn't intend to write this much, but what the hell. Great work, Pontifex. Keep it up. Maybe one of these days I'll post another poem my self.

By the way, I'm afraid I'll be leaving soon. The semester's almost over, and I don't expect I'll be visiting this forum much during vacation. This could very well be my last post until September. But, you never know...I might get sentimental, and check up on all of you now and then. Expect me when you see me.
-Treebeard

[morning star]

The creatures of fairy-tales

There are many creatures of fairy-tales.
Fairies that fly all around,
Gnomes that live under the earth and tunnel through the ground.
Noble unicorns, centuars, and horses that go into battle,
Trolls and orcs that are terrible and awful.
Ents and talking trees, some are nice and some are horrible.
Elves that live in the trees with ease,
And dwarves that carve and sculpt the stone.
Talking animals that are few,
Men that rule in great cities,
And many other creatures too!

[Narya]

LET THE STARS CRY FOR ME


I've fallen again,
so hard this time, I feel
like I'm drowning in my own blood
I pound on my chest
to release the pressure.

Scream! I wanted to scream.
To say his name.
To declare my love.
But how can I?
He's gone forever.
Gone, not even my memory can reach him.

I feel like I have withered.
I once thought I was boundless.
That the liberty of love has given me
the power to be more than I am.
But he has taken away the key,
and bound me to these chains.

I shant let a teardrop fall
let the stars cry for me.
Let their twinkling lights
be the twinkling in my eyes when
I feel the pain again.

Let them share my sorrows.

[Tar-Ancalime]

To a secret place I flee from the cruelty which society places on me,
The tears I cry seem oft in vain,
as my secret place my heal all.

It is beneath the cavernous cave,
above the unending skies,
beyond the near birch tree,
behind the rock of truth near the stream.

It is a place where none else can go,
is it a place where secrets are always kept,
it is a rufuge for me,when weak of heart.
It is a dream of mine I cannot part from.

The secret place is granny smith green,
with the odur of homecooking
and chocolate chip cookies.
It's location is a secret well kept,
met in the small dreams of men at the clean nights

[Tar-Ancalime]

The hardest thing

The hardest thing for me to do,
is to let you leave me now,
I've longed for your love and now that I have it,
you choose to leave me behind.

You showed me how to love,
you showed me how to live,
you told me what to do..
when I feel down and sad.

After you've had your fun,
you leave and never look back,
How easy i am I to swoon,
How obvious is my naive affection?

[7doubles]

<><><><><>"Wiens From the Heart"<><><><><>

she is more than i can handle
ohh, she needs more then i coud ever please
it's hard keeping up this little battle
it's even harder when praying, down on your knees
she looks at me with her crossed eyes slanted
god only knows what she sees
i had to break her badly, sadly
i had to make her half of me
and now we're waving our hands up, hands up
get your hands up high and no one gets hurt
it's like when things start to go badly
theres no understanding six feet in the dirt

by me

[Tar-Ancalime]

I see him in the enchanting moonlight,
his dark hair, dark eyes inviting me closer,
no words he speaks but I fully understand him.
There he stands,
perfectly staged,
as he embraces me warmly..
I feel as if I am truly home.

[arisen pheonix]

a mirror in wich to see yourself yet it holds no image
a voice to tell the world but no one hears
a mind to change the world but no one cares
a evil to kill the world but no one fears
for there are no eyes to see the danger
nor ears to hear it
nor hands to fight it
are you afraid?
i am......

[Lantarion]

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
will you shatter, if you fall?
Will you crack and rush away,
hearing nature's fiery call?

Mirror, mirror, have you seen
everything that once had been?
Did you see the cities grand,
or see the lands around the Sea?

Mirror, mirror, everywhere
in the ground and in the air
There rests a power none can see
but many more can feel its glare

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
have you seen the towers tall?
Have you lived, or do you stay
and gather dust upon your wall?

[Tar-Ancalime]

Mirror, O' mirror you've always been there,
you saw my great-Grandma die warm in her bed,
you've seen my cry on my pillow at night.
I'd never want you to break,
with your beautiful 18th century french carvings on the frame.

I hope you live in my childs room,
give the same hope that you gave me,
the same exact memories,
the same exact trials.
If you ever break,
your 18th century frame will be saved forever

[7doubles]

i see that the clouds can float, on the wind like river boats
images bounce back clearer, reflections of the water mirror.
opposits ground inbetween, hollagrams a double seen
throwen stones
ripple on the water
or no one knows
the difference of the two
a gentel ring
spreading out across the still smooth water
riding, on the blue,
dip your hands into my water, water
baith within the fountains dew


"crystal lake" (song unfinished)
by me

[7doubles]

do you know, do you know
who i was
did you know, did you know
where i'm from
baby, do you know, and did you know
what i am
and can you tell me
why i can't

[arisen pheonix]

many times have i seen entire worlds
encompased in a grain of sand
or sparkling waves break their ways
twist and say let us not to shore today
in all that there is harmony and reason
but naught i find in me

[Luna]

come sit in fields of lavender
beneath the cerulean sky.
lie back and hear the bees' song

watch the eagles as they fly

have you ever tasted forever,
in the honey sweet moment
of a summer's afternoon?

Lie back and watch eternity
unfold,
you know it ends all too soon.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Hey all you poetry lovers check this out www.poetry.com It's an awesome websit where you can win prizes and stuff for your poetry. I've already won a silver medal and one of my poems in a book. It's cool and alot of my poems are there. Check it out and tell me what you think of the place.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Here's a poem writen by me and there's a reply poem too.

A Letter To My Friend Lily
To: my friends who care about Lily, Elanor & the new fellowship

I see the sun set as I look into your eyes,
And some how it's easy for me to realize.

I look into your face.
It's easy to see there is no such thing as fate,
God meant us to be.

I look into your eyes and mine become more open.
Open to bright clear light and not dim.

Blue as the sky on a clear spring day.
I know things were meant to be this way.

kind and uncertain are they,
Yet likely to see and obey.

I envy your eyes sometimes.
I wish they were mine.

But my envy leaves me and goes away when I take another gaze.

It' as though you don't need to smile,
your eyes do it for you.
They look at me only a short while but in some ways smile they do.

[Pippin/Frodo]

A Reply To My Friend Elanor
To: those who care about Lee & Denneb etc. along with Lily & Elanor

Your Friendship means so much to me.

I want you to see it the way I see.

My eyes seem nothing in the light of yours.

They have not the power to lour.

My eyes seem dim and pail,

while yours shine and sail.

Looks are nothing compared to power.

When I look at you you seem to tower.

Only a short while do I look into your face

because not much longer could I bare your gaze.

As brown as the rich earth after the rains,

to gaze to long would pain.

Piercing and vigorous
yet kind and victorious.

You have nothing to envy my dearest friend,
but oh how I do.

But then my curiosity and partial fears

leave me and I remeber this is you.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Daddy
This poem is dedicated to my wonderful Father whom I love very much.

Who's the one who makes me laugh?
Who's the one who lights my path?
Who's the one who's always right?
Who's the one who says "Good night."?

Daddy hold me,
Daddy hug me,
Daddy kiss me,
Daddy love me, forever and ever

The one who lays me down to sleep,
and kisses me on the cheek.

God bless my father.
God bless the man.
God bless the one who understands.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Mother
This is dedicated to my great Mom who has always been there for me.

Cooking, washing, and cleaning,
Not much time for dreaming.

Loving, charming, and beautiful
and way more than suitible.

Teaching with patience and care,
She is always there.

In everything she is victorious,
and yet still finds time for all of us.

I don't just speak for myself when I say:

"Dear Mother You are more gracios, beautiful, Pacient, loving,
caring, and wonderful
each and everyday."

[Pippin/Frodo]

To The End
This poem is desicated to the one who inspired me. My friend Lily

I know you and Me, Were ment to be,

Together, Forever sounds lovely

From the mountains to the
seas it will always be we.

You follow me down every road,
to make sure I really know.

It will always be you and I.
But now I must ask why.

Why do you follow me?
Why do you help me See?
Why do you help me know?
Why do you show the road?
Why do you lift a hand?
How do you understand?

Will you always be my friend?
Will You stay to the end?

Ovcourse you will, for I know you as
well as you know me so we must know
it shall ALWAYS be we. Friends To The End

[Pippin/Frodo]

I know I've put a lot on here but I love writing and this will be the last for a while.

Together
this poem is dedicated to my good friend and fellow poet Laura

Together is a wonderful place to be
Together is a nice place for tea.
Together is a great place to agree,
But above all together is the BEST place for you and me.

[Talierin]

Very nice all of you that are way more talented with rhymes than me! :D

[Lorien]

Ok so here are my first poems. Be nice and tell me what you all think.



LELIO RISING

Lights, camera, action.
Can never get enough.
Must be in the blood red glare,
gotta strut his stuff.

Lights reflecting off white skin
the camera films the smile.
the action will never ever stop,
not even for a while.

It all began so long ago
on a makeshift stage,
but how long is it till glamour
mixes with the rage?

Even the prince of the undead
must find his limit past.
For though Lelio must skilled,
how long can nonchalance last?

Eventually all plays will be acted
and all songs will be sung
Eventually the devil's road will end
where it once first begun.

Perhaps the world will be boring
when there is naught left to see.
What happens when all chances are bound
but torment wanders free?

When one has almost everything,
what more can one need?
Does ambrosia lose it's flavor
when the god does not have to feed?

Ah, but consider whom we speak of;
this blond haired Lelio guy,
he is the one who lives for
all that he can defy.

Each night is a play to him
in which he is the star.
The Brat Prince has not reached his limit;
oh no, not by far.

He'll need to conquer the universe
before he's had his fill.
Heck yeah, Lelio's risen...
in fact, he's rising still.


WOLFKILLER

The ultimate mistake, my friend,
you made so long ago.
You killed a pack of wolves, my friend,
In the falling snow.

I hate to tell you this, my friend,
but you should have died that day.
Alas, you somehow lived, my friend,
...now you will have to pay.

I curse you here and now my friend,
with eternal life.
But in Heaven you shall not be, my friend,
you will bear a mortal's strife.

The need for unconditional love, my fried,
the need for company,
these aches you canot heal, my friend,
as you so soon shall see.

But though I curse you, my friend,
I promise you this:
Your pain shall be relieved, my friend,
with each fatal blood filled kiss.

Your ultimate mistake, my friend,
you never will forget.
But you'll never do something else, my friend,
you never will regret.

Because the greatest, my friend,
of your kind you are to be.
All will rever you, my friend,
just you wait and see.

I wish you the best of luck, my friend,
even though sometimes you'll fail.
Just remember this, my friend,
You're the one whom all will hail.

And from killing innocents, my friend,
you shall always refrain,
But in the eyes of all, my friend,
a wolfkiller shall you remain...forever.



THE SEARCH FOR AMADEO

Give me the boy I used to be,
show me the things I used to see.
Recall the laughter I used to hear.
Find me the things I held so dear.
Bring back the Master I used to love.
Oh give me the things I still dream of;
the kisses like butterfly wings,
the diamond and saphire rings,
each boy I used to call my friend...
why did that ever have to end?
Give me paintings in Roman halls
and songs that echo off the walls.
Give me Bianca's lovely face,
give me her strength, boldness and grace.
Allow me just one backwards glance,
please, I beg for one more chance
to prove I'm still the angel child;
that my past is undefiled.
Saten's servant? That may be true.
But please, I ask to change that too.
Pray, don't tell me the boy is lost.
I must find him at any cost.
For if my search is ever to end,
I must be that boy again.
Help me find him, I do implore.
Help me become Amadeo once more.

[Lorien]

FOR GABRIELLE, LOST IN THIS SAVAGE GARDEN.

Ice cold snow
Falls over the wide horizon of lights…
In solitude, a preternatural pilgrim crosses the city
Unaware of the flow of human hearts surrounding her.

Her long, golden hair catches the crystal wonders,
Transforming them into diamonds, melting them into her icy eyes -
Two stains of summer sky in the darkness around.
She is one rose in the middle of an ocean of blood.

Searching for what? Who knows? Perhaps for me,
Her long-lost son, the one who made her what she is right now,
Perhaps for death, for lies, for despair;
Or maybe I'm wrong; it wouldn't be the first time, you know.

Come to me, mother, come beloved,
Let us rebuild the castle of sand we once lived in;
Ice cold snow
Falls over the wide horizon of lights…

And I'm waiting for you.

UNTITLED

Creatures of darkness, listen to my call!
I summon you together to face our final fall.
I am the Archangel chased from God's domain,
Earth became my prison, I always die in vain.
I am but the Reaper, thief of human souls,
Harvester of freedom, hidden from them all.
Earth is now abandoned, God has left for Hell,
My beautiful brothers, witness how He fell.
Feed on human passion, dreams and ruby blood,
For no other passion compares to its flood.
Angels that surround me, know now who I am,
For I make this promise, I'll be known to them.
Pathetic greedy creatures are those we call 'men',
They'll never understand us, they'll go past our den.
Come out from the shadows, creatures of the night!
Humans, flee before us, we are now your light!
Join me in this sorrow, scream out your desires,
Let me hear your calling, merciless vampires!

THE VAMPIRE ASCENDS

Darkness is my domain Who will love me now?
I live and destroy I have but myself
Surrounded by fear - I live life to the fullest
I kill to survive. Extension of its depths.

Religion, there's no sin I willingly surrender
My blasphemy I shout To the pleasure of blood
Out loud, for God is dead I never give birth
He has abandoned us. To anything but night.

I worship the moon Darkness I worship you
The stars and the pain Protect me forever
I am eternally damned You offer me victims
Yet punishment know not. I am now a killer.

In darkness lies my freedom I feed on the living
I love all human kind For I am the dead
Yet I am damned to sorrow I am born from terror -
And frighten everyone. The vampire ascends.

[*arillyn*]

Is this one ok?

God hath not promised skies always blue
Flower-strewn pathways all our live through.
God hath not promised sun without rain
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe.
God hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care.
But God hath promised strength for the day
Rest for the laborer, light for the way
Grace for the trails, help from above
Unfailing sympathy, undying love

[Pippin/Frodo]

Arillyan,

I love yours it's very good very true and very wonderful.

My family and I are going through a rough time right now and that really helped.

Thanks a lot.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Okay this one is new. I've never tried to write romance before so tell me waht you think.

A Romance Story
Though I know we've never met before,
I've seen you in a dresm,
And now I wish to know more.

More about you,
more about the things you do.
More about what you see,
protcularly in me.

I feel a sence of magic when I'm
around you,
and I woder if you feel it too.
We must get together soon
so I may learn more about you.

Is this a special love?
We are like two doves.
Let us remember this place
where we met,
This bridge remember it let's
Where everything begun, let us
remeber and never forget this special magical love

[Eithne]

Two figures pass
drifting softly through the trees.
They are cloaked in starlight,
their faces shining moons.
They penetrate the darkness:
all wicked things retreat
to lightless dwellings far away.
Tiny diamonds sparkle in their hair
And their eyes
wise and ancient
shine like stars in the sky,
healing all that look upon them.
Their sweet voices fill the air with music
in a tongue lost now to many;
yet no words are needed,
all know of what they sing.

Two figures pass
flying swiftly through the trees.
They are cloaked in pale starlight,
their faces silent moons.
Darkness descends behind them
too great to stifle.
All wicked things reclaim their lands.
The people are broken,
fading quickly.
No longer can they restrain.
Sweet voices tell of battles and great deeds of old
when men were valiant
and evil lay dormant under the land.

Two figures pass
gliding silently through the trees.
Wicked things cower in shadows:
A great evil has passed from this earth.
Fading gems twinkle softly in their hair
and their eyes
wise and ancient
Grieve for what they have lost.
Tragic voices chant soft laments
in a tongue lost in the ages.
Or is it merely ocean waves
singing their own melody against Western shores?

love? hate? please review for me :D

[Lantarion]

The empty halls that echo
with sounds of happenings passed
Are lit by only torches
that twitch and burn out fast

The staircase, wrought of marble
that does but gather dust
Once witnessed deeds of murder
and waning of great trust

The ancient suits of armour
that sit and watch so long
Will sometimes idly rattle
and reminisce days gone

For in its days of glory
this place was full of light
The glass and marble shone like snow
and lit dark spirits bright

But even then, behind the walls
there happened evil deeds
Betrayal, murder, muffled screams
that echo in the weeds

The castle now is old and cracked
and moss grows on the stairs
The chandelier, a golden globe
is shattered, cast by wear

The house, where men would congregate
and talk important things
This house, where lords and rulers ruled
and waiters lived like kings

Now is this house a broken dream
uncovered mystery
What happened here, so long ago?
no man will ever see

[Eithne]

will somebody please comment on this? i know it's long, but i need some opinions.... :D

[Valar]

I think no-ones commenting because its ment to be in the poetry section. But i think its very good.

[*arillyn*]

No prob, Pippin/Frodo :) your poem is really sweet. Thinking of giving it to someone? :)

[*arillyn*]

Oh, yeah. This is a new one I made, a happier one:

Smiling is infectous
You catch it like the flu
When someone smiled at me today
I started smiling, too
I passed round the corner
And someone saw my grin
When he smiled I realized
I passed it on to him
I thought about that smile
And realized it is worth
A single smile just like mine
Could travel round the earth
So if you feel a smile begin
Don't leave it undetected
Let's start an epidemic, quick
And get the world infected :) :D

I wrote it today during history class :p

[Lantarion]

Arillyn, that is an excellent poem! Outstanding!! :D :D :D :D :D

And sorry, was your previous question directed at Pippin/Frodo or me? Only it was right after my last post (and I would be awfully flattered). :)

[Pippin/Frodo]

I don't know who it is to but if it was me I just want to say Sorry for all the misspelings and stuff. (I can't believe I spelled Particularly that way.) And thanx and No I'm not going to give it to anyone. I wrote it for a story. The one that's in my sig.

[7doubles]

i'm tired of climbing these mountains of pain
the more that things change, the more they're the same
the higher i climb
the more i come down
even though i'm no singer
my love makes beautiful sound

i cried out her sweet name and looked all around
the more that i serched the less i had found
my heart has been broken and shoved in the ground
even though i'm no hero
by love and revenge i am bound

for the man who stold my love away
i'm searching the night and searchen the day
and maby some day he will swing from my rope
or wind up in front of my Samule Colt

"7Doubles"
by me

[Pippin/Frodo]

I think I changed my mind. Maybe I'll give it to Billy Boyd. (Pippin) I would give it to Sam Sean Astin but he's maried. LOL Maybe Elija Wood Frodo. LOL

[*arillyn*]

Hey, thanks, Pontifex :) :) My question was directed to Pippin/Frodo :p but I like your poem as well :) I like the 4th paragraph.
Pippin/Frodo, give it to Sean Austin and make his wife jealous :p

[Lantarion]

I'm having a sort of writer's block in poetry in English at the moment, but I'm working on three poems in Finnish. They tell about how an ex-magician finds a baby boy in a forest and raises him to help the opressed people of his country. I've only finished the first poem, which tells of his finding. I don't expect you to understand it, obviously, :) but maybe Elias could sum it up for you. :) (BTW, the title means 'wizard's son').

Velhonpoika

Viherlehdon siimeksessä
metsän suuren uumenissa
Suven tähden valaistessa
kuuluu huuto hiljainen

Suuren puun, tuon jättitammen
heijastuupi silmät lammen
Pienen pojan seimen kannen
rakosallaan olevana

Itku, parku pienen herran
kiirii pitkän matkan verran
Muttei huuda, kiljuu kerran
kotka korkeuksissaan

Sitten astuu pitkä paimen
käessään sauva jonkinlainen
Silmät syvät velholaisen
astuu lehdon keskustaan

Puisen sauvan alakohta
kolahtaapi maahan johta
Hiljentyisi siimes kohta
rauhan tuoden lehtohon

Paimen, ilme huolissahan
taikoo aukiosta pahan
Luoden hiljan korkeen rahan
nostaa korin hitaasti

Katsoo poikaa ilosilmin
vastaa lapsi naurahtaen
Paimen metsän halki lappaa
mustatukka käsissänsä

[Pippin/Frodo]

Maybe I will give it to sean.

[Tar-Ancalime]

The long expected party

In the north,
in what used to be called arnor.
the halflings celebrate,
with food and drink.
Bilbo Baggins long expected party.

For bilbo is turning a hundred-eleventy,
frodo is turning thirty-two,
altogether they're turning one gross,
not the halflings favored number.

Gandalf has come back,
to witness bilbo's secret plan,
and celebrate with joy this oh so happy day.

the party has started,
the music is merry
and the masses call for a speach.
little do they know this is bilbo's last speech.

along he progresses with his speech long and full,
he fingers his funny magic ring,
without knowledge of what it truly is.
He breathes deeply and says goodbye.
Forever more he says goodbye
and disapeers in the blink of an eye

[Úlairi]

Nice one Tar.

[Tar-Ancalime]

why thankee ulari

[Úlairi]

Here is a little one I just thought off of the top of my head. It's for you Tar (although I don't actually feel this way about you :eek: ).

Love is blind,
Love is fickle,
It cannot be bound,
Like a jar with a pickle.

Love is undying,
It will go on,
It’s not about buying,
And it will never be gone.

:eek: :eek: :eek:

[Tar-Ancalime]

I say to you now,
I don't know how,
I lived through those awful weeks.
When my dreams and hopes fell like towers tall,
like the twin ones in NYC.

As they fell into the steets below,
the american spirit rose above the suffocating rubble,
as flags were unfurled,
and our national song played loud and clear.

I say to you now,
after all is said and done.
my dreams came back,
and stronger than ever,
my pride grew to unproportional heights.

[Tar-Ancalime]

someone has a big head!

This poem is off the top of my head it is based on the redwall book, Martin the Warrior.


The Tyrant and the mouse
We see a story of passion,
and gore intense.
the story of a mouse warrior and the tyrant who stole his fathers sword.

Cowardly is the tyrant, keeping all under threat of lash.
one may stand at the end, the mouse.
He risks his life for another,
he risks his life to regain his fathers sword.
he swears to vengancce one day,
when these chains of bondage he's freed from.

[Tar-Ancalime]

this world is so messed up,
it is like the void,
that sucks you in,
to throw you out
dishelved and worn.

YOu cannot stop it's presence,
nor can you run away.
It hunts you down,
and leaves trifle diversions as bait.

This void grows daily,
encompassing more,
destroying thousands
and killing good dreams.

[Tar-Ancalime]

life is short just to wait,
and sit out rainy days.
cause you never know when the end may come.
You never know when you may pass into the great abyss.

Don't sit and wait for that rainy day to end,
grab that umbrella
and walk outside.
Whistle to the grayish sky.

[Tar-Ancalime]

you don't have to show it off, we all know you enjoy language.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Hey Tar I didn't know you liked Redwall. Brian Jacques is very talented huh? That book is sad but out of Redwall I think it's my fav. Howw many books have you read and what's their titles. I hear the long patrol is good. Hey did you know Martin the Warrior is on tv? It's pretty good but they took some liberties.

[Tar-Ancalime]

yeah i enjoy those books, I like them marmflox books best.LOL...martin is sad:( !

[Pippin/Frodo]

Are you following the tv series?

[Tar-Ancalime]

nope..

[Pippin/Frodo]

It's good you should.

What books have you read out of the series?

[Luna]

if I posted this before, ignore it....lol


Stuff Of Life

bless the nonsense...
decry the sanity
of a life lived....
...ordinarily.
herald the right
of noise;
the sound of the
living day
under the rim
of consciousness.
this, the stuff of life.

[Tar-Ancalime]

optime,luna!!!

i've read
redwall
matimeo
mariel
marlfox
lord brocktree
long patrol
martin
salamandstron
bellmaker
taggerung

alll of them basically

[Pippin/Frodo]

I was with you all night.
I saw your eyes glitter in the moon light.
And as I gazed,
As I looked into your face,
My mind was ful of wonder.
Then I heard your voice.
Kind and gentel and yet it thunders.
and as you held me in your arms,
my heart wanted to rejoyce.
I was caught by your personality and charm.
I looked at you and wondered what you you see,
paricularly in me.
And you know that place where you hold me in your arms? that's the best place to be.
I gaze onto your face and this is what I see:
I see wonder and excitment. I see a chaleng and victory.
I see love for them and me.
I see an angel. I see a king, but I know what you really are to me.
You are mt king, but above all you are my loving, honest, caring, victorious, great, and wonderful
FATHER.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Wow i ahvn't read that many.
I have a friend who has read every single one.
I didn't see mossflower on te list. Great book.

What did you think of my poem?

[Tar-Ancalime]

that was the title i've missed. I read it but i just forgot the title.
urs was good

[Pippin/Frodo]

Thanx I have a great relashonship with my Dad.

[Tar-Ancalime]

yep no prob...help me think of a poem topic

[Ciryaher]

This is a song, and can be sung to the tune of "I'm Proud to be an American" or whatever that song is called. It's not the whole song, but a part (I wrote this in the 7th grade, so bear with me ;) )

Proud to be a Soviet
And I'm proud to be a Soviet,
Where I ain't exactly free,
And I laugh at those that were caught
By the Russian KGB--
But I will not stand up or hinder them;
I'd be shot or hung from a tree,
And there ain't no doubt I'm Communist:
What else else could I be?

[Pippin/Frodo]

Hey Tar try these.

Flowers
Relashionships (Friendship romance)
Animals
School
other languages
wrting
books
things you like to do
music
movies
and whatever else you can think about.

[Pippin/Frodo]

okay go for it.

[Tar-Ancalime]

The stuff of miracles lays within thee,
the very air which you carry yourself shows that stuff.
It smells sweet and melodramatic,
bitter and calming.
I'll never understand,
how it is you are so small,
yet hold the pride of 1000 men.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Great stuff Tar.

[Tar-Ancalime]

LOL.

In the dead of night,
I will oft lay,
encompassing the inumerable stars.
thinking about who I am,
and why I remain here.
Little do I know,
the joy my life is.
for I focus to much on the past,
an live with too many regrets

[Pippin/Frodo]

Your on a role Tar!
Where do you get thid stuff?

[Tar-Ancalime]

I have no idea where I get this stuff!


The key to true hapiness
lies not in things of the physical realm.
but within your happy, jubuliant heart.
One cannot smile if they always frown,
thinking of where they messed up,
instead of where they got it right.

The key to true happiness
is contentment,
is an art of knowing true beauty
and knowing your loved

[Pippin/Frodo]

A note to friends

Friends be right.
Friends be true.
Friends be a light,
to those who need you to.
Friends be lovely.
Friends be pure.
Friends be lively.
Friends be a cure.
Find the road.
Let them know.
Lighten the load.
Never say "no".
Friends must mend.
Friends forever.
Friends to the end.

[Tar-Ancalime]

May you...

May you curse the darkness away,
may you not fall under deaths everlasting strain,
may you dance to lifes many joys,
rather than weep to the sorrows and bitter things,
may you love yourself,
the beautiful person you are,
may you love another,
so you may be happy.
may you cry when you need to,
and otherwise smile.
May you defend the weak,innocent, and meek,
may the spirit guide you on your way,
into eternal joy.

[Luna]

*very nice, Tar! :)

I could not find my poetic voice today, so I am posting one by
E.E. CUMMINGS.....(hope you all like)

"Buffalo Bill's"

Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion

and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is

how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

[Pippin/Frodo]

A LETER TO MY RUNNAWAY CHILD

I just felt the need to erite to you, and share with you.
It seems that's the only way I can reach you.
But that's not the way it used to be, Remember? Remember how you used to get up with me in the morningd and how we shared with each other the beautie of life? Remember how everything just seemed to go right even on mondays? When we took on the day together? Where ever you went I was there to back you up. We did things together. I showed you my love and you gratified me in the manner in which you strived to share of. I gave you life, and you thanked me by enjoying it to the fullest. We were happy together, But are you happy now? What happened to our relashionship? I still get up with you but you ignor me. When it comes to doing things together I'm there and waiting but you pretend I'm not, And now you've gone and done some things your ashamed of. Your ashamed because you know the things were wrong. You know I saw them, and you know you wouldn't have done them if you had been with me. I still try to share with you the beautie of life, but all you have to show me is the ugliness of sin. Is this what you want to do with my gift of life? Is this what you call living? Are you enjoying life? You try to fool me and say "Yes" but I know you to well for that. Come home let' get it back together and be one again. You know I could make you do it, but I love you too much for that. Don't be frightened I won't punish you. You've suffered too much already by being away. Come home I forgive you. Don't you see hoe much I miss you? I'm right here now and waiting for your answer. Don't reply with another letter. Answer me like you used to. With your heart.


Your loving father,
God

[Lantarion]

Wow, sad. Great.

Trees
Walk among the birches tall
those towers green and live
Walk and wonder, while there's time
and watch the greenleaves thrive

Sit beside the oaks so wide
and wonder at their girth
Pay them homage like to gods
and thank their ancient birth

Feel the toughness of the ash
and hug its inner might
Think if it could well withstand
the strike of axes white

But don't just sigh and easily
accept this genocide
Now fight for all that's old and great
give life where they abide

[Valar]

Man ponti you rock, you have such a talent.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Will I find my song,
so my voice may sound over the mob.
Must I fear insults and jeering,
when I know myself they are wrong.
Why do I constantly curse the darkness
and in the end do nothing about it.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Can you tell?

Can you tell when the earth is mad?
Can you tell when the Lord is sad?
Can you tell when some one needs a friend?
Can you tell that you'll be together till the end?
Does life tell you a head of time when a loved one will be losed?
Does life tell you what the turn out of a dissision will cost?
Will you know when to take and mend?
Will you know when life will end?
Does your mind see the future?
Does your mind see who may be your suiter?
Do you know how long you'll live?
Do you know when not to give?
Will you understand that the last thing you may say cannot be taken back?
Will you understand you can't always get back on track?
Don't let the last thing you say to be harsh or mean.
But let them be kind and help build up the team.
Say what is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent, and praisworthey.
These things are right and pleasing to HE.

[Ciryaher]

This is going to make me sound like a drug addict, but I thought I'd try just letting my thoughts move freely without the burdens of rhyme or rhythm.

I feel a coolness in the air
Which only comes at the time
When the forest surrounds me
And my eyes see with the hue
Of the green filtered through
The leaves of towering masses.
I follow the path, muddy and
Wet--but all is quiet and so
Beautiful. There is a stream
That runs beside, and if you
Listen carefully you can still
Hear that ancient song. Over
The creek the ground rises, but
I stay on the path. The wood
Opens up as the eldest trees
Rule their domain. The cliffs
Are carved by both water and
Wind until they seem as like
Living things, bearded with
Moss and crowned with trees.

[Úlairi]

I see a world,
A world that no longer exists,
Where no life is present,
Thanks to the famous scientist,
The one who ended the world,
I am barely surviving,
On mutated, edible fruit,
I am the last of the humans,
The solution to the problem,
My genes gave me the antibodies to survive the plague,
The virus was computer-generated,
It wasn’t a real virus,
It was a computer virus,
In my time we have chips,
Implanted in our brains,
Until one day a crazy man,
Put a virus in someone’s mind,
And it spread,
And now,
Everyone’s dead,
I survived thanks to a short-circuit in my chip,
It made me immune to the virus,
I don’t know how,
I don’t know when,
I don’t know why,
All I know is that there was a virus,
That wiped out the human race.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Depressing Ulari:eek: !

I lean against the wind,
pretending I can fly.
to heights beyond the ground
in the clouds up high.
I observe the birds,
their flight cutting through,
flying to the mists below.
My hope is all around me,
the freedom of flight,
takes me to another place,
where I won't die of fright

[7doubles]

i just got back from west side and met the most beautiful rave chick, it was electric, we kissed; she said i was sencetive in a wisper. we melt again in kiss, her breath apon my ear, my lips apon her neck we became one form. and for a moment i knew we were cut from the same cloth and were no longer humen, but two headed freakes of nature poised with the wisdom of natural selection. it was a beautiful thing and we both had teaars in our eyes

[Lantarion]

Cir, that was very nice. Perhaps I should try to break free of the bonds of rhyme. :)

Master of Senses/The Sword
Smell the wooden gleam of the hilt
sense the heavy silver of the blade
Hear the whirr and hum of the metal
jolt as you feel the thud of steel
On the bonds of humanity's painful shell

Master of Senses/The Bow
Love the smooth, white birch
that creates this slender whim
Be entranced by the light woodwork
and hear the arrow spin in its quiverous sheath
Bend the light that makes the string
and let fly lighting-quick fire, that will cleanse the world of nothingness

[Luna]

bows in awe to Pontifex, as ever a master of language.


quick runs the streams
in mercurial quicksilver hue
through the mossy undergrowth
between the trunks of trees
so tall their tops cannot be seen
the stream gurgles and winds
its way through
for an age,
for an age
down the forest
out of its darkness
into the clear shining face
of the day
streams into rivers
river run,
river run
in mercurial quicksilver hue...
for an age.

[Lantarion]

Ah, I have seldom had a clearer image from a poem. :o

Here's a poem I wrote - in Chinese!

Sen lin shi lu se ru tong xing hai.
Dan huang shi mei li he shang di shi yu kuai.

It's a bit short, I know, but finding the words is difficult enough! :)

Hmm, a bit of English now.

Twelve times ring the bells in the night
raindrops heavy fall out of sight
Crack slap falls the rain to the ground
on the hard earth, on an ancient green mound

Nine times wails the windy twilight
thunderclap and icicles of light
Water-drenched streets and homes deserted
quick-run fires too long averted

Three weeks weep the heavens of sleep
then after their mourning they let the Sun leap
Warm yellow hope alights the dark skies
birds,deers, wolves and green dragonflies

[7doubles]

i bend the rules
my thoughts are turning bad
i have too much time on my hands
to much time
too much time
and by now i should be dead

seven hundred miles away
and i'm still not free
voices from the past keep callen me
back home, close to the bone
the streets are all i ever knomn

[Tar-Ancalime]

Can two humans hate eachother,
yet feel unspoken love?
Why when I look into your eyes,
i spew my hatred at you,
yet in my soul I praise your very move.
I am confused...
I'm expected to hate you,
my families prying eyes are never away,
I can never show you my true feelings,
or my family will disown me.

[morning star]

I'm having writer's block!
LOL

[7doubles]

thats truth of heart a wounded heart that trembles so and crys with pain, crys with lust and crys with fear. love is fear and love is jelous, but a broken heat can kill you

[Tar-Ancalime]

The ultimate weapon

Steel is profiecient,
wit is quite lovely,
but none can compare the heart and soul of a hero.
the heart and soul of hero cannot be curropted,
nor dirtied.
It is a clean heart,
one that knows compassion,
one that knows the reachings of himself.

[7doubles]

the true heart weeps, in morn and joy.
in blood and wine, bleeds truth. the heart of a hunter is the heart of an animal.

[Tar-Ancalime]

writers block! NOOO hate cannot thinka writers block!

[Tar-Ancalime]

A tear is an emotion,
in physical form.
It is a salty drop of
love,joy, or sadness.
It expresses an emotion,
that cannot be said.
By the mortal tounge
or even that of Eru.

Tears are what I cry,
when you leave me to the dust.
they are the emotions
that say more than words,
but less than a kiss.

[7doubles]

~~~~~~~~~~BRAVO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[7doubles]

i lied, and shed a tear.
i stold, and shed a tear.
i hurt every one who ever loved me, and shed a tear.
but now i am a man and my tears are feirce.

[Pippin/Frodo]

7 you are awesome and Tar can I use part or all of your poem in a story of mine?

[Tar-Ancalime]

sure pip/fro, thanx 7 doubles.

[Tar-Ancalime]

A bleeding heart

A bleeding heart is a venerable heart,
that is open to torrents and storms.
It cries like a rain storm,
and believes anything.

It's emotions range
from few and far between.
It expresses anger and joy in the same situations.

It's love is pure,
as white baby's breath.
It dares not betray,
it has before been put to the test.

It clings to you softly,
worshiping your every move,
until you cruelly expell it,
the bleeding heart

[7doubles]

inside
my blood is bruised and borrowed
it's course thick and thin
i need my liquid dinner
the flame goes out
my heart exploads and burns

inside
i ate the poison apple
eve beat me to my share
my hart was torn and broken
my anger left me bair

inside
i feel the inner sorrow
feel me i'll take you there
you'll get more then bargond
i'll kill my love with care

"heart worms"
by me

[Tar-Ancalime]

you have such sad poetry 7!!!

[Tar-Ancalime]

My friend...

My friend,
you were always there...even to the bitter end.
you stood by me when gales passed in front of me.
I loved you...
but not in that way.
I Loved you as a good friend..
you were always there to make sure I was alive,
when I split open my wrists...
you gave me a reason to live longer...
you gave me a reason not to die.

[7doubles]

power witout force is energy
menipulation of force is power
menipulation takes thught
thought powers reaction
reaction is force

[7doubles]

i'm watching the rain melt the mountains away
cofusing the afternoon sun rays
taking my time, try to pretend
that i don't run into myself over and over again
it's the truth
whats the use
sometimes you lose

whats this i see the suns breaking free
got to get out of this house before it kills
me
theres so much more to do, it's a beautiful afternoon

[Talierin]

Hehehehe.... here’s a quick little non-rhyming ode I wrote about my favorite place in the world...

Ode to the Tattered Cover

O Wondrous place! I sing thine praises!
Milwaukee and 1st St.,
Four stories of paradise.
Tattered Cover, beautiful you are!
Green carpet, brown shelves,
Helpful and friendly clerks,
Armchairs and couches galore!
I wander amongst your maze-like glories in a trance,
Drinking in thine colorful wares.
I smell the fresh scent of paper,
I crack open a cover to read
The words o’ wisdom, mystery, delight,
Written there.
O Tattered Cover!
Delight of book-lovers!

[Luna]

this one's a bit morbid....sorry, lol



the bride wore black,
the way she stood in the rain
black raincoats like the
wet-slick backs of ravens,
standing like preachers
in the not-quite silence.

the rain beat a tattoo
of sound
tropical drums on the coffin lid:
a single white rose lying there,
rest in peace.

afterwards there's mourners
like a murder of crows
feasting upon the memories.

and the bride wore black.

[7doubles]

the old scrach will not heal
a naked wound of sex appeal
rageing minds
come tumble down
lift this body
off the ground
hands and feet contort
balence for suport
endings meat at one
the rabits on the run

[Úlairi]

This is a little one I made up on the spot (I quite like it as a matter of fact):


Little Brother

My little brother is too annoying,
He wakes me up when I’m asleep,
He likes to pay me out,
So I seek my revenge.

So in the middle of the night,
I get ice from the freezer,
I stick it down his pants,
Then I write: “I’m a loser” on his forehead with permanent ink.

Then I’ll paint his fingernails,
Then put makeup on his face,
Then I paint his toes,
And then I’ll tickle his nose.

So I do.

He then wakes up,
Then he holds his bum,
“It’s cold,” he says,
Once he disposes of the ice from his pants,
I tell him to look in the mirror.

I hear a shriek from the bathroom,
“Loser?” he asks, mad as a bull,
“I’ll get you for this,” he screams.
So I run.


What do you think?

[Lantarion]

Fire from the clear blue skies
hate from distant wombs arise
Red and yellow palms of dread
whose fingers many tears have shed

Lighting shooting from the ground
thoughts and words with stifled sound
Rage and discontentment wake
the feelings hid by one mistake

Water, flowing wild and free
beauty on a killing spree
Quenches fires, kills the song
pain and evil lingers on

Oh, now look what you did; you made me sad as well! :) What do you think of this then?

Ulairi, you're "Brother"-poem was quite good and realistic. It seems to be an unstable sibling relationship in the poem, rather strong feelings. Good.

[7doubles]

pont, that ran verry natural. like from the hart. you could never inprove it. i bet it was made on the spot. real, real

[morning star]

You are unique,
a one in a million,
no one was made like you.
No one else has your personality,
It crams a bunch of things into one.
I hope you succeed in everything you do.


I made it up off the top of my head.

[7doubles]

in truth words have power mornin star. let loose the fealing of your sole, be blunt, be yourself and all you say and write will be poetry.
personaly i think its the best of your work i wread so far. your mental as well as your writing skills are matureing.
and i rairly give complaments, ask Ponty;)

[7doubles]

my bro used to throw buckets of ice water on me when i slept and that was one of more humane tricks he used to pull. so it was rater distastfull to me

[Tar-Ancalime]

Life to me is precious,
Something not lightly taken,
It is as blessed as the many stars that haunt the sky like Gods.
Something to be treasured,
Not blasphemed.
Something to enjoy with every single breath you take,
Not to wait for a rainy day to go outside and play.
When Life is just an antechamber unto the great unknown,
It seems more like a training ground,
Than an adventure to be absorbed.

Preposterous,
Said the king of Portugal,
When Columbus told him
Of his mission.
Preposterous,
The church told Copernicus,
When he said we’re not the center.
Preposterous,
England said,
When we declared our freedom.
Preposterous,
Is as preposterous does,
So unlikely,
It is possible with human ingenuity.

[Pippin/Frodo]

I've got 4 brothers. (and 1 sister.) But it does not seem to me that I am worse off than you 7. Though you probobly have your own room while I don't get mine untill aug. I've been sharing a room as long as I can remember. I think since I was two. O well. to get back on subject: Tell me what you think of this poem.

When I saw you,
and your beautiful brown eyes looking back at me.
I could hardly believe it was true.
I thought my eyes were decieving me.
Tears began,
and joy was straining.
I ran and ran,
my heart was racing.
As happy and glad as I was,
I was afraid it was just a dream.
O how much I want your love,
You are clear and pure like a stream.
I run to you and your open arms,
You held me in your grasp.
Gone are all thoughts of harm,
my heart just had to gasp.
You took me back without question.
I saw you standin strong and tall.
And there was no tension.
Other than us rejoycing in our meeting there was no one there at all.
I was reunited with one I love.
With one I know will take care of me.
We now both know what was given to us from above,
and now we can learn and find together and see what we will see.
You are wonderful and mighty
and I'm so glad the Lord has given you yo me.
I knew in my hear you were really alive,
and I know that together we will survive.
I would want no one but you. I would want no other.
No other but you my dearest wonderful brother.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Thanks! I wrote two that morning and one the night before.
Here's the other one I wrote yesterday morning.

He will find you paths to paradise if only you will follow.
But if you choose your roa on your own paradise you will never know.
The right road will lead you to the right place,
but the wrong rosd will show you the wrong face.
Lost you will be,
if you do not follow He.
Righteousness and love you will gain if you follow Him,
but if you follow faulse whisperings all you gain is sin.
Choose the right road, find the right path,
And you may find what you might lack.
How easy this seems to me.
How could one NOT see.
Just follow him,
and not sin,
and paradise you will see.

[morning star]

Thank U,Thank U 7.

[Lantarion]

Good poems all round. Most of them are quite surreal, and interesting. Surreality is a great speaker of metaphors. IMO anyway.

Fear
Burning darkness in my mind
so unknown, not hard to find
It won't go, God knows I've tried
weariness won't let me fight

All my thoughts are filled with this
evil thing which brings no bliss
Soon my maddened, fleeting kiss
will dislocate my sanity

Demons, creatures so unseen
live where all my thoughts have been
Only hope, so sharp and keen
can save me from desparity

Darkened light has left my soul
now my mind is in control
But when will this thing return
to steal my sleep and watch me burn?

[7doubles]

the humen mind is an organic black hole, of thought matter, and i'v got amazing adrenlin ducts. my body is a chemical factery. some day they'll stick me in a can, like some luggery drum. untill the time i seen flying marble flatend capaital ships. i drove away into a paradign shift, a M'c Donalds on each side of the highway, with the same cars coming out to the drive throughs. then the car streched by Lehighi and made it back, one hundred tons of fun, a gang of people run, up to me, then i took over the corner.

"origin"
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[Úlairi]

Originally posted by Pontifec
Surreality is a great speaker of metaphors.

Yes, when one thinks about it I suppose it is. But one does not need that many metaphors to make a great poem.

[Lantarion]

Certainly not. Most poems simply describe surroundings or happenings, and are incredible to read. As in literature: the LotR has no intended metaphors, yet it has been proclaimed the greatest book of the 20th Century. Now what did you think of my poem? :cool:

Trees and green-tipped forest eaves
that wail upon the floor
Will shine and well reflect the glow
of sunlight nevermore

[Tar-Ancalime]

Triumphantly the herald’s play,
The brass and drum and string,
Welcoming the new order forth,
Praising its calamity.
Victoriously the conqueror stands,
Fronting the teeming masses below.
Haughtily the leader speaks,
“Bow down to honor me.”
The masses fall unto their knees praising the conquering demon.

In a cell,
Dank and lonely,
The conquered men lay ever lowly,
Wishing revenge on the tyrant,
Wishing death to his soul.
Defiantly they stare outside,
Through the windows barred.
Never flinching a knee cap,
To bow to the Tyrannical lord,
Instead they yell a defiant sound,
“Slay the Tyrant Lord!”
The masses stop their praises,
To listen to the voices yelling,
“Slay the Tyrant Lord!”

The masses think for themselves,
Why they praise such a man as he,
Who caused otherwise good men to say,
“Slay the Tyrant Lord!”
While the silence dwells ever longer,
The Tyrant signals to his guard,
And the riotous prisoners yell no more their defiant chant,
“Slay the Tyrant Lord!”

A rebellion now begins,
The masses no longer worship the tyrant,
But yell the defiant prisoners’ plea,
“Slay the Tyrant Lord!”

The Tyrant
now lays bound and gagged,
He lies on the dank cell floor,
Stripped of his triumph,
Stripped of his glory,
He cries a merciless threat,
“Death shall come to all who did this!”
The masses shake his threat away,
He no longer holds fear in their souls.
Now the Tyrant is truly out of his triumph,
Out of his Glory.

[Úlairi]

Originally posted by Pontifex
Certainly not. Most poems simply describe surroundings or happenings, and are incredible to read. As in literature: the LotR has no intended metaphors, yet it has been proclaimed the greatest book of the 20th Century. Now what did you think of my poem? :cool:

Trees and green-tipped forest eaves
that wail upon the floor
Will shine and well reflect the glow
of sunlight nevermore

Glad to see that you agree with me Ponti. I quite enjoyed your poem as a matter of fact.

[Lantarion]

Thanks, Ulairi.
Great tale you had there, Tar! Very descriptive, and not a bad plot either. :)

Again
Land of Green, so green and tall
majestic, great and strong
A land of true magnificence
a bliss renowned in song

Among the twisted railroad tracks
between the metal walls
Around the lamp-poles, cracked and worn
breathtaking, brown-wound scrawls

Across the fractured tarmac roads
upon the warehouse roof
There grow these things, so live and good
this Nature's final proof

Before the Fall of industry
before the lands were swept
Before the revolution all
the oaks and willows wept

But now that justice has been served
and iron rules no more
At last, machines are useless now
and flora holds the shore

But how long will this Eden last
how long till death awakes?
How long will Man regret his deeds
before the meadow shakes?

I must admit, I like this poem. I hold it to be one of my best. So far. :)

[Pippin/Frodo]

I made this for my parents.



What is good enough to represent love?
Could it be, white and pure a beautiful flying dove?
A man and a woman mode for each other.
To one day become "Father" and "Mother".
When two are in love, it's like watching angels above.
Love and romance.
Holds the heart in a trance.
I know you two were ment to be.
And I'm so glad your othority is over me.

[Pippin/Frodo]

What happens when two get torn apart?
What happens if rules do not permit their love?
Will the two follow their heart?
Or will they obey the law of love?
Runaway they could.
But perhaps stay and simply disobey they would.
Will they hide their feelings?
Will they keep hidden these dealings?
How do they conciel their love and emotions?
How long will they keep back their hard devotion?
They have a choice to make.
Which road will they decide to take?
To love and die?
To live and lie?
What will these two decide?

Tell me what you think. I don't usualy erite romance.

[morning star]

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