Poetry (Merged threads. HLG)

[7doubles]

i am a bad speller. mix old and new testament and be confused. christ and god are father and son untill the the second reserection.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Humbly seven,
I most beg to differ,
on your religions assumptions,
of the father son and holy spirit.
For Jesus is one in being with the father,
as well as the most holy spirit,
forever they reside as one,
but this relationships intricacy is one too complicated to our mortal tounge to declare,
nor are any words adequate enough to describe the eternal mystery

[Lantarion]

Id
It moves like curling, hissing snake
it works when you are not awake
It does not mind, it does not care
but it will all your mind ensnare

You will not see the evil things
they start with less; there it begins
For now your will is all a mess
it laughs in your unconsciousness

Soon the dim and ghastly eyes
will kill and walk in dark disguise
A husk, no more, you are to him
a tool of Evil's lurid whim

"Cut them down" you hear him say
you blindly, blissfully obey
A cry, a plea of grim despair
rings out, and shatters in the air

A tattered sky, a burning road
the gates of darkness, its abode
Beyond dark clouds there shines a light
but it is gone: here starts the Night

[Luna]

thunder rumbling shakes the ground
white chrome grille flashes
in a shark's toothy grin
sunlight dances like liquid silver
on smooth, metallic skin...

[7doubles]

luna, that was great, vived

stories telavission, songs tell a story, sonic disruption of phisical integrity stress levels on magnetic flow in benzine rings manafest agrestion to mans input between hydogen and carbon matrix. acid tests intensity of celluler bembrain death sugjest integrity to weak as is to time of deceaced cell in overall input.

'the scielent killer'BZ

[7doubles]

my my my my oh i want to fly
like a 747 into heven
when the mistery train comes rollen down the line
oh my my my my its time to say good bye

its a nice dream if you know what i mean
the allternative is i have nothing to give

oh oh oh no please dont say its so
we are born of this earth and we'll rot in the dirt

"57 delux"

[Lantarion]

The Valley
The countryside is wild and green
its face is deeply hid
Its rippling surface can't be seen
from under choking lid

And in this beauty, naure's will
there dwells a deep, dark dell
A tumbling, blissful, flowering rill
where birds in flight do dwell

Upon its flank there sleeps a peace
that elsewhere can't be found
There beauty dwells in every crease
in every sighing sound

And as the hill grows steeper still
towards the darkling floor
The ground seems rent by struggling will
and healing nevermore

And ever as one travels down
into the dim-lit depths
The cries and random shouts are found
'til little sense is left

At last as you approach the end
and reach the clearing wide
You wonder at the nothingness
no Moon, no Sea, no tide

Yet soon you sense a deeper plague
a shadow 'mongst its own
And out of mists so grey and vague
a beast is roughly thrown

In fog, in clear sweet mountain-air
(what would one call this dew?)
Two shadows fight with gleaming stare
their swords they quickly drew

One spirit, dark and void of hope
wields blade of sneering death
The other, bright and full of hope
fights on with hallowed breath

Standing by with awe-cast face
I sit and watch this fray
The Light does often win with grace:
but which will win the day?

[7doubles]

to tell the truth,
it will change your life
the autom moon spans,
far, deep and wide, ya
the morning sun,
can hypnotise, and
the setting one can,
make you lose your mind

the tree sticks in the mud ya
trees, sticks in the mud
the river, river runs in veins
ya the river runs insain
never knowing its own name
never feeling any pain

"the big tarmack": undone

[Lantarion]

It rises from deep, delving grey winter mist
and smells like a fragrance, so sweet and so missed
You feel, as your feet their rough trek do begin
your mind feels so clear, through the darkness and din

A pinnacle hewed out of living earth-rock
on its side seem to run arcane symbols amok
Its elegant beauty, beyond all compare
will hook both your eyes in an enchanting stare

The door standing firm tells a tale full of doubt
like three months of rain after life-threat'ning drought
But just as you firmly and sanely decide
to open the door, it is there; open wide

The hallway, a path into deep, darkling heart
will frighten your soul like a heavenly dart
A chill, creeping over your every last bone
does press you to walk, like a blind-sighted drone

But when you have walked in the comfortable route
the lights are extinguished, the torches burn out
You stand in the dark, without fear, without pain
it seems not unlikely that you've gone insane

But lo! you are well, and your thoughts wander clear
a man without Self does not know earthly fear
Siddhartha! Siddhartha! You hear the still voice
go forward, go back: this alone is your choice

I mixed the themes from both Heart of Darkness (has anybody else here read it?! It is fabulous IMO!) and SIddhartha, which I am currently in the middle of reading. Great works, both of them.

[Lantarion]

Will nobody post?? :confused:

[Kementari]

*sorry, been sorta busy*
Ponti your last three poems are awesome! Luna and Confusticated yours are great!! Really unique stuff 7

[Pippin/Frodo]

Here's some.

Sister:

sister you are beautiful,
sister you are wonderful,
sister you are strong,
O how I wait to hear your song.
Sister, in my life and eyes, you are a miracle.

[Pippin/Frodo]

Come to me
through red and arange leaved trees
Come now to find your way
through crystal covered caves
come to me

come to me
through bleak bare trees
come now, come find today
see the icy wave
come to me

[Lantarion]

Wow, P/F: those were wonderful! 'Sister' is very touching, *sniff*.
Heh, it's nice to see that you still call me Ponti.. You were Rosie, weren't you? :)
I'd really like to know, though: has anybody here read Heart of Darkness? I think it's the best book I've ever read (riight after the Sil)! The Pedestrian is also outrageously wonderful.. I think I'll write a poem about him! :)

The Pedestrian
Along the antiseptic street
he strolls and watches shadows fleet
The blaring blue and neon lights
cast signs of death upon the night

He loves the darkness; it loves him
so free of pain, so free of din
He walks in happiness alone
no staring eyes, no sightless drones

The houses high above his eyes
hide the truth in grand disguise
To everyone but him it's clear:
"obey the rules, and know great fear!"

But then his quiet walk is stopped
as siren from its seat is dropped
A voice cries out: "Don't move! Stand still!"
like mantis crouching for the kill

Metallic, broken records play
and in the breeze no branches sway
The eyes, those eyes of silenced drum
enslaved and weak, their minds are numb

Those ones who dare to be themselves
are taken into clean, bright cells
Their unique souls are burned with glee
no individuality

But once one's soul is in its shell
it can't be burned, save sent to Hell
They rise, and roam the roads once more
on dark, still streets, for evermore

[LúthienTinúviel]

*stares at toes and bashfully recites poem*

"Watercolor"

She stares through the little window,
Eyes straining, brow creased, breath still.
She struggles to find a focus
In the world beyond the sill.

Myriads of images swirl
Into a cyclone of red, blue and green,
As they wage a war against
An enemy tangible yet unseen.

Once distinct silhouettes now blend
Their lithe shapes into one,
In a circling, frenzied attempt
To win a battle that is never won.

The girl at the window
Folds her hands like a saint,
Closing her eyes on the watercolor
Of too much water and too little paint.


by the way - is Tolkien related poetry allowed here as well?

[Lantarion]

Certainly, as long as you've written it yourself. :)

Dusk
Silhouettes of unseen things
great and grim as uncrowned kings
Silent, lightless, full of joy
a feeling no man can destroy

See the crouching elm tree sway
in the eve of black and grey
Feel the wind upon dark earth
a voice cries long before light's birth

Leaves of hues not seen, but heard
swirl like tiny shadow-bird
Who could call this age of dim
an age of death, so bleak so grim?

For nothing can to it compare
to fiery silence, darkened flare
The melody of heavy dreams
are seen a-wafting through the air

Like snow the darkness mounts the boughs
it sleeps yet in the morn shall rouse
wafting with the morning breeze
it leaves behind dep memories

As the sun glints on the leaves
the snow has left its marble sleeve
The night is gone, but will return
like phoenix, it will rise, then burn

I've always disliked the negative and even 'evil' name that Night and Darkness have. I find that there are very few things on this earth that can equal the magic in a cool breeze blowing through an orchard in the heart of the night.. Perhaps it has to do with Man's fear of the unknown, for the unknown is a common connotation of darkness.. hmm

[Ciryaher]

There's a chill in the air,
And it's been so long
Since my broken hands
Have felt very strong;
But I'd walk these lands
Just to see you there.

The night is so lonely
Without your touch;
The day isn't so short
Because I need you so much;
Though you're so far nort':
You're the one and only

We'll see the sun set low--
When we're side by side--
Last longer than before;
Through this time we'll bide
With love forever more,
Apartness is our foe.



This has a really weird rhythm, but I gave it a weird rhyming structure too. Criticism is welcome. :)

[7doubles]

waiting for the sun just befor, you stop, nothings gonna give you the top
never ever give up your war, peace of mind don't cut it no more

but all in all it's a fine day
all and all its a fine day
to run, its a fine day
to walk, its a fine day
to sing, its a fine day
to talk, its a fine day
all in all its a fine day

[Lantarion]

Hey, I liked that meter? Sort of, hmm let's see: ABCBCA, right? Excellent, I'll try too! :)

Those eyes, those shining meres of stars
deep-blue wells of silent thoughts
A mirror into distant days
when things both great and small were wrought
With lim'ricks short and handsome Lays
they show Time's unrelentful scars

Was that right? Hey, this is interesting! Thanks, I'll steal your mode from you now! *Gathers ABCBCA into a large black sack and creeps off into the night*
;)

[7doubles]

thunder ringing
gods singing
welcome to the end of time
all sceaming
loves meaning
new york is just a state of mind

you know its something you cant resist
you have scrach that secret itch
we know you talked you little snich
so now you wind up in a ditch

manta: unfin

[Galdor]

Do you have to be a member of this guild to post here? Tell if you do and I'll go join. Anyway, I'm trying to teach myself how to write poetry so any advice will be welcome. Here's the first two I've written, there're probably not much good but tell me what you think.

Any ideas for a title?

I run through the night, seeking in the storm, searching for an answer. Following my soul’s desire but for what it yearns I know naught, yet through the rain I sought it still.
Often I think I see a light, a break in the storm, yet when I run to it the darkness covers it. And I wander aimlessly in despair once again. Searching wildly through the night, seeking blindly--for what I do not know. Whither I go, I can not see, for all is dark. How long I shall search and where will unguided footsteps lead me? I know not, I know only that I must search, yet as to why and where, an answer I have naught. But one day I know I’ll find what I seek and when I come upon it I will know that I must search no longer, the storm will end and light will shine through the clouds. But until that time I run still through the night, blindly, blindly seeking, searching for an answer, an answer to a question I have never asked.




The night sky
(From the standpoint of an Elf in Middle Earth)

I look up to the sky, in the dead night. And there I see the stars like far off campfires in the sky
And though ten thousand times ten thousand times I have seen their glory and light, they cease to amaze me not. The gifts of your hand, O Elbereth most wonderful in this hapless world.
For every night when darkness covers the land the stars shine brightly, twinkling in heavens, like the sun shining brightly off the tips of spears as armies ride to battle in the morning sun. Never ceasing, always giving light.
And so I stand all night, gazing at up and mapping figures in the sky. I see great warriors, beast, Gods and Goddesses, everything imaginable can be seen in the stars, even the faces of loved ones, long past.
And though as the new day comes and their light fades, I know I must only wait for this day to die, and in the darkness once again your stars will shine, shedding their light from the heavens above.
Making the night sky beautiful, more beautiful then even the rising and setting sun. For only in the night sky, does true beauty and light shine through, even in the blackest night.

[Lantarion]

Ooh, well done on The Night Sky! Bravo! :D
And no, you don't necessarily have to be a member of the Guild, but if you want to go ahead. :)

Autumn Bliss
Lo! the sea of autumn leaves
sways and sighs in dim-lit eves
Leaves of yellow, trunks of gray
cast my mind in deep dismay

See the fires so rejoice!
yellow, red and green in voice
For sunlight nestling 'mongst great flame
endless Nature knows no name

When the evening fades to night
sleeping with arcane respite
Then the trees, those minstrels proud
cast aside their restful shroud

Hissing, shouting, singing now
call the branches, twigs and boughs
Wind and rain and stormy rant
laughs and sighs in endless chant

And as Autumn comes to end
its beauty it will gladly lend:
For though the airs are brisk and cold
Winter shows wonders untold

[Ceorl]

Wow those are incredible poems, especially your last one Lantarion; I am sure even Tolkien himself would have been proud.

[Lantarion]

*bows* I appreciate your opinion, lord; forgive me, but has your noble personage himself posted any text of poetic element upon this noble thread?
Again, thank you my lord. *bows, sprains his back, falls on his face* ;)

[Kementari]

Welcome to the guild Luthien, great poem. That was awesome Galdor. I really liked your last two 7. Lanty your poems are incredible as always!!

I luv this thread

[Tar-Ancalime]

For honor,
for love,
for homage and fealty.
For oaths most often broken.
For gambling raquets
and prostitution,
for the Familia .

[7doubles]

good one tar. thanks kem.:p

[Kementari]

Yeah good poem Tar!

Well :p to you too 7

[Lantarion]

Star
Flower, flower, in the sky
your petals no man can descry
Crystal shimm'ring restlessly
flames that are, but none can see

Blossom, blossom, flourishing
to you our hearts do gladly sing
Fire made of diamonds clear
shines on us and drowns our fear

Leafless, rodless, clad in flame
twinkling with your violent hame
Far away your eye shines bright
come and stay, fear not the night!

[7doubles]

apon a heavy brow dare fate and i sweet i with thought most dread to find no tomarrow nor sweet delight. dark are we indeed for more or less our evil breeds. my mind bleads torment, old boy regrets. i know not why but ask not what i seek to find. hurry.. run to the light.

[7doubles]

life keeps moving in circles,, circles
gather round
opening the doors of confution
mingling sound
destony is an illution
watch as all the circles, fall down, all fall down

[Lantarion]

Early Winter Clouds
The day is growing cold
the trees and bare of leaf
The clouds are stiff and filled with cold
their silence will be brief

And even now their grey-swathed gates
are churning in the skies
Like grinding, massive stony slates
they let their essence fly

And see, now comes a-wafting down
a single starry speck
It falls like pearl from dressing-gown
and starts its futile trek

It falls, and falls, and soon enough
it hits the cold, hard earth
Its aftermath that smears the cuffs
of bare and lifeless hearth

Then lo! the gates are standing wide
the angels spring now forth
With gowns unseen, in reckless tide
messengers from the North

And see, before a word is said
ere thou believe thy eyes
The clouds have made a snow-white bed
for wonderous things to lie

And now his gates are closed and still
they hurry on their way
But ere thy eyes have had their fill
they'll come again to stay

[HobbitGirl]

Oooh, that is really good!

Can I get some feedback on this one? Please?

The Sign of Courage
A dragon had been terrorizing a small medieval town,
One brave man stood up to him to slay the dragon down.
He mounted his horse; he held his sword high up into the air,
“I will defeat him!” said the man, “for all that’s just and fair!”
He rode away, his chin held high, into the deep twilight,
And all the time he knew full well how terrible was his plight.

The brave man reached the dragon’s cave and found the dragon there,
A reek and smoke filled his nose as he approached the lair.
“All right, you foul lizard! Come out and face me now!”
The dragon peeped out of his cave and gave the man a scowl.
“You do not know how strong I am,” the terrible dragon said.
“Very well,” the monster snarled, “I’ll make you wish that you were dead!”

The dragon charged, but the man was ready; his sword was in his hand,
He gritted his teeth and got ready for his brave last stand.
He ran up to the dragon and thrust his sword into its heart,
The dragon had no time to scream; he simply gave a start.
But the dragon breathed a spurt of flame before he fell down dead,
The poor brave man got hit by it and was killed in his stead.

The townspeople came along and found the man where he lay,
They left the sword in the dragon’s corpse until it rotted away.
At last when the dragon was nothing but tooth and bone,
They took the sword away from there and back to its old home.
They buried it by the man who had put his courage to the test,
The brave man’s sword, his Sign of Courage, was finally put to rest.

[7doubles]

Originally posted by 7doubles
life keeps moving in circles,, circles
gather round
opening the doors of confution
mingling sound
destony is an illution
watch as all the circles, fall down, all fall down

life is a butterfly, some can live but the rest will surely die
spawning in utter darknes
crooning to the crux of madness
lies
i, want to die
no one hears my crys
deep down inside you, i need to find you
why

[Lantarion]

OMG, HobbitGirl, that was excellent! :eek: Marvelous! I loved the beat, although it did stumble here and there. But great, that's the stuff. :)

Sun and Moon are both to me
as puppets of the Void
I move and rush consistently
my powers are delpoyed

No man or soul can fathom this
my abstract excellence
Their measurements are not amiss
but simply make no sense

For what I seem to be to them
is all they can perceive
For them the truth is in my hem
a fact which cannot leave

But elsewhere, where the suns are strange
and moons are many and grim
They come to see my endless range
a greater power's whim

That's a riddle for you! What do you think I'm talking about? :)

[Ciryaher]

Hmm...gravity?

[7doubles]

time?

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Meet me at noon on the tallest scraper."
said the man with the black trench coat,
"I'll have an offer you'll always remember,"
he continued on.
"It's sweet and loaded with money,"
he said to add bait,
"and is sure to up your salary a bit."
he said to bring in his catch,
"I better see you up there."
he said to begin a threat.
"Or they'll be hell to pay"
he said to make sure they came.

[Nenya Evenstar]

The first thought which came to my mind for the riddle was God.

[Lantarion]

Yes, God is an option; the meaning I was looking for is Time (well done, 7), but I actually wrote it as a little experiment, to see in how many different ways people perceive it. Interesting, literary analysis isn't baloney after all.. ;)

[7doubles]

"i am the riddle king
i can do anything"


hay man if you can tell me where to find unkil sam
income taxes out the door, don't think i can stand much more
dont you know he wants you
and he wants my taxes too
or the law will come after you
if you don't, pay your due

some where out there beneath the son lives the dream of washington
battle scars the stars and stripes, peace is why we always fight
trust in god
or trust in gold
either way you sell your sole
dont you know he wants you
and he wants my taxes too....

"unkil skam":needs work

[Lantarion]

Hey, sounds good! i especially liked the rhyme+beat of
Trust in God
or trust in gold
Either way you sell your soul
Good work on "Uncle Sam". :)


Inspiration
In the starry sky
walk the souls of passers-by
In the seas so green
swim those minds that flit unseen
High, 'mongst leaves of gold
fly the smiling forms of old
In this musty tome
sing those minstrels in their home
In the deep of night
you might glimpse their sighs in flight
Not with eye or ear
can you see or can you hear
With your deepest thought
you can see what they have wrought


Heh, when I was writing this I was listening to "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath, and I sort of picked up the beat. ;)

[7doubles]

ya i was listening to "saint steven" by the greatfull dead when i wrote that last one

thanks Pont
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my friend has gone insain
all he ever does is comeplain
neoralogical system flaw
membrain canser eats his mind raw

come join me afterlife
join my sole
join me to the sun
and lose controll

(now, dont worry your mind
voises, the world wont leave you behind
in darkness, the more you sucome to the lite
burning your hole in the sole of the nite) "good verse"

"i'm not me anymore" :unfin, redraft

[HobbitGirl]

Lantarion, 7doubles, you two write great poetry! Keep it coming!

Can you guys help me think of a title for this one? I keep playing with different titles, but none of them seem to fit quite right.

When the wind is high
And the moon is low
And the mountains lit with sunset glaze

The sky is clear
There is no snow
The twilight sky is set ablaze.

Any ideas????

[7doubles]

it remindes me of the "sonora skies" of mexico. verry vived and picturesk hobbit girl good stuff:cool:

[Tar-Ancalime]

Her face is a gorgeous painting,
a mask which conceals vanity,
Her heart is a lovely flower,
that withers when it's revealed,
her smile is that of an angel,
which turns sour at 3rd site.
She is the angel of life,
that hell has made subject to death

[HobbitGirl]

Thanx, 7doubles! Actually, it was inspired by the Wasatch Mountains (which are near my house), so I think I'll call it "Wasatch Skies" or something to that effect. Thanx a bunch!! :D

[7doubles]

wicked poem Tar, bravo!


sweet love sweet as it comes
gripping supine
is sweeter to mine
sweet is to the morning sun as a rose
sweet is to come as sweet as you go
sometimes, i feel so alone
sometimes, close to the bone
fealing denighal in sake of the chiald
fealings that grow, where ever i rome

god save me
i know
i know
let it go
trident
power
thieven cowered
noooooo..
i can feel you comeing into
my sooole
takeing total controll

do you want to
do you want to
Do You Want To
Goooooo..
let the demond go

"under presure":needs work

[Tar-Ancalime]

thanx seven,yours rock too

[Kementari]

Great poems everyone! hehe i thought the poem was about time too :D 7 i loved your last one

[LúthienTinúviel]

Nice poems :)

"Calm Waters Riot"

Marble fingertips caress the glassy pool,
Sending fragile ripples
Racing to the edges of the fountain.
The stony circumference curbs the riot,
Encircles the wild dance.
Tears from a tiny waterfall
Shatter the mirror like pool.
Small rebels thrashing
Engulf the frail tremors
Made by trailing, elegant fingers.
White nymphs war on the blue lake,
Slicing the calm water with their sacrificial knives,
Gleefully laughing at their desecration.
Calm order without.
Chaotic rebellion within.
The stones echo with impish laughter:
The calm pool riots:
It no longer holds what it receives.

[HobbitGirl]

Ooo, Luthien that last one of yours was incredible!

[Lantarion]

OMG, Lúthien! :eek: Excellent!!
And Tar, yours was also really good! I also liked your short one, HobbitGirl; it was very comfortable to read. :)

Pax Hibernum
The lands are bare, bereft of grace
as autumn's sweet repose
A dim and lightless, saddened place
without a single rose

But in the silence brown and grey
a voice far-off is heard
An echo of the distant days
the flight of breeze-winged birds

Then all the sky, its minstrels white
the clouds that speak of bliss
Let forth their gifts, a force of might
with blessings serves a kiss

And soon the earth is buried 'neath
a blanket formed of cold
All white is bough and rock and heath
that have their lives now sold

By day the snow shines glistening
a gleam of shining pearls
A crystal plain where spirits sing
where tiny twisters twirl

By night thr faintst ray of light
is amplified and raised
Its radiance is all but slight
the darkness leaves one dazed

Among the bowing boughs and eaves
among the tall, white trees
He wonders through the crystal leaves
his realm is ice and breeze

[HobbitGirl]

Everyone who posts poems here (except perhaps me):rolleyes: has incredible talent! You guys rock! :D

Here's one that I came up with at 11:30 last night...

My Ituri
I love you more than moon and sun
More than the stars above
And when it all is said and done
Still you will have my love.

You love me like a flame that burns
So brightly in the night
Yet round and round the cruel world turns
And we both share its plight.

For like the weary world that spins
On it's unchanging course
Neither of us ever wins
We're both filled with remorse.

For neither of us ever see
The other, it is true
But still I ever hope to be
To be always with you.

[Lantarion]

Wow, excellent once again! I am only puzzled by the name, what is an 'ituri'? :confused:

The Librarian
The candle in the silent room
does waver in the draft
Beside a long neglected broom
there sits a pointless shaft

He sits among the hills and mounts
these dells and vales of lore
Like shining stars or spurting founts
they warm him to the core

Around him countless tomes are found
confined within their coats
Tattered, fine or leather-bound
containing dimming quotes

Outside the winds are cruel and cold
the snow is mounting fast
His cloak, of red but saintly old
upon a chair is cast

A pair of glasses on his nose
and wisdom in his glance
He slowly as from death arose
with eyes like sharpened lance

He let the book fall from his hands
and thud upon the floor
He clings no more to futile strands
but reaches for the door

The dust does settle on the ground
the window opened wide
His footsteps long are heard around
before the endless tide

[7doubles]

the time, you find, some peice of mind
the place you rome, your space
welcome home
your going in circles
welcome home
you made a deal with the devil
welcome home

your losen awairness
your actions are careless
nothings left but you don't know
so welcome home
welcome home

home sweet ho o o o ome...

"welcome home":needs more context

[Nenya Evenstar]

Ok, here's a poem that I just made up a second ago... my first spur-of-the-moment poem :o:


If you hear me calling
then far away I'll fly,
and meet you in the morning
where the world cannot get in.

If you hear me crying
and acknowledge my hard felt tears,
then I'll meet you in the morning
where the world cannot get in.

If you hear me thinking
over the long and hard-felt miles,
then I'll run to you in the morning
where the world cannot get in.

And if you say you love me
I'll forever stay with you,
on the happy wings of the morning
where the world cannot get in.

[HobbitGirl]

That's a good one, Nen! I usually find that my spur of the moment poems are my favorite ones. :):D

[Nenya Evenstar]

Thanks! :) I don't have another poem at the moment, so I'll leave you with a quote:

To do is to be, to be is to do, do be do be do. :rolleyes:

[Kristaline]

Here is one of my long-standing favorites. I get two responses...either they love it, or they don't understand it. Either way I don't mind feedback.

Raven Angel

Hair as unlit as mystery
Skin as pale as moonlight
Eyes as dark as sin.

Rising as the phoenix
From my dreams
To taunt me into submission
of my unholiest desires.

Hair as fine as cobwebs
Skin as untouched as porcelain
Eyes as deep as eternity.

Amused as I drink
from the well
of my darkest passions
and self condemnation.

[Tar-Ancalime]

A gentle beauty,
yet marred,
an innocent angel,
all too scarred.
From men who've loved,
but lied,
won but raped,
her virginity,
just for spite

[HobbitGirl]

Omg, that poem was so good, Kristaline! I understood it, and I definitly loved it! Keep em coming!! :D

[Tar-Ancalime]

Crawling,
fleeing,
into my corner,
to the place I feel at home,
away from laughing,
jeering faces,
away from all that gives me grief.

[7doubles]

i met a girl
she smiled at me
we fell in love
then she cut me free

lonely as an island
i am
lonely as can be
fradgle as child
bottled feelings pouring free

beaten again
i drove away my only friend
broken inside
i wish i just swallowed my pride

lonely, lonely man
can you understand your peace
bring your mourning to a cease

"mourning"

[Wonko The Sane]

I think Snaga should post some of his trashy poetry...
But I think my trashy poetry will have to suffice

drinking deeply
breathing peace
singing sweetly
soul at ease

burning brightly
mind aflame
weaving heartsong
thoughts delayed

striking rhythm
beating breath
strong in comfort
sleep at last

[*arillyn*]

MEDITATIONS

the world goes soaring at my feet
i left so many things undone
so much trouble i may meet
so much gaiety, so much fun
each morning, a new hope
each night, a new dream
and everyday
a new experience
i was a leafless twig
now a tree half grown
ready to reap the crop
that years ago i'd sown
for growing up is the purpose of life
it means facing up your woes
enjoying sunny days
weeping at times of parting
growing up means...
having someone care for you
then something happened
you suffered the heartache
and pain
growing up means...
new beginnings
when that someone
cares again


.............************

[LúthienTinúviel]

"Epiphany"

I sat, quietly musing, perusing,
Lost in the winding corridors of memory.
Ethereal voices whined and whispered in the dark,
Speaking to me of tomorrow, of sorrow, pain and glory.

Stumbling and mumbling I sought in vain
The owners of those voices that drew me on.
But they were mischievous and quick, and would not be found.
And so I sat, wrapped in black, waiting for the dawn.

Soon the light came creeping, peeping,
Shards of liquid gold that splintered the night,
Illuminating confused, unfamiliar, horrific shapes.
And I cursed the light for its gift of sight.

Around me wheeled and reeled twisted streams of reality,
Railing against all I held to be true and right.
I cursed the light for showing me my deformity.
And so I sat, clothed in light, waiting for the night.

[Lantarion]

A tumult in the sky I heard
a rousing on the wind
Like beating wings of foul black bird
the eerie silence grinned

Upon the earth a silence lies
then like a snap of rain
Like echoes from the endless spies
or silk and sea and pain

No sleep will I now ever seek
for in my deepest mind
My angel has grown weary, weak
my fate is underlined

[*arillyn*]

FOR THIS DAY

i used to go all by myself
to a shadowy nook
by a babbling brook
solitary, alone
i hear, i see
the wind would whisper silently
sunlight peeking through cracks of leaves
butterflies floating
avoiding the bees...
gentle rushes
and then
i saw a shadow
coming closer, yet nearer
just feet i saw
then my gaze fixed into those eyes
burning brightly
so appealing
as if an inward light
brought forth the day
dispensed with the night
then i rose and walked
along the lapping water
no longer alone
at last i have found
someone who understood

........***********

[7doubles]

sometimes i feel
sometimes i steal
sometimes i ride the wave, untill i'm clear
sometimes i'm right
sometimes i'm wrong
sometimes i fight, cus i can't go on

no more pain
no more lies
my sadness is, the mourning sunrise
no more lies
no more pain
teardops down my face, like gental rain

now i'm free
i'm finaly comeing into my own, organs, blood, flesh, skin and bone

leave me be
i am high
my spirit's finaly soaring through the sky

Kim, to speak of me
you find yourself down on your knees
now then, don't get me wrong
you mind your-self and you'll be-long

this is how i am, you know
find me and, find pure-ity, cnontroll

"purity controll":smash hit

[*arillyn*]

A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT

the sun sets
it sank into the sea
turning the sky orange and pink
darkening the sea of blue and teal
that one beauiful sight
brought tears to my eyes
it touched my heart
so deep inside
that one beautiful sight
made me feel
so glad to be there
so glad to be alive
i only wish the world could see
that one beautiful sight
just that one beautiful sight
to remind them all
not to give up if they fall
to remind them all
not to hurt and not to fight
that one beautiful sight
gave you one beautiful feeling
because even though the rain will fall
the clouds will part
and the sun will shine down
forcing you to smile and not to frown
that one beautiful sight
will open up your heart and soul
and you will learn what you long to know
peace
calmness
happiness
love
came from that one beautiful sight
just that one beautiful sight

..........********

[Lantarion]

Beautiful, Arillyn.


The sky was grim, foreboding rain
and all was very still
Then drops of wet, the swimmer's bane
fell onto leaf and rill

And soon the skies were opened wide
the torrent gaily swept
And Apticrolon cursed the tide
that made his dinner wet

And as he tossed aside his bun
now soaked unto its core
He strode with grace, and tried to run
but slipped upon the floor

Now Apticrolon had a care:
his temper was not long
His temples, in the soaking air
were throbbing like a prong

He tossed his cloak into the soil
and in an angered bid
He tol the skies to end their toil
and suddenly, they did

The Sun pepped up from 'hind a head
of deep and gloomy black
On Apticrolon's face was read
that he had found his knack

But soon the air became quite hot
and soon his sagging robe
Was steaming like a boiling pot
and burning was the road

And then he begged, without due lies
but three times eagerly
Forgiveness from the boiling skies
and air so wet and free

The sky, among his many forms
felt pity for the man
Who through his many swirls and storms
so oft and fast had ran

And so he ceased his burning eye
and rest came to the wold
To all but poor Apticrolon:
for he had caught a cold

:D

[Wonko The Sane]

You promised me rhythm and I sought for rhyme
You promised me breathless and I said, "No time."
You handed me heartsong and I was unphased.
You gifted me perfect and I turned the page.

This "happily" will not breach
The "ever" that you strive to reach
And "after" will be full of pain
Bathed in heartache, baptized "rain."

You sent me your soulfire and I turned away.
You sent me a lovesong and I called for hate.
You wanted me wholly and I gave but half.
You wanted forever, but it couldn't last.

[7doubles]

wow Wonko, that was an inpact, a real hit.

[Wonko The Sane]

I feel deeply complimented.

I wrote it this morning before I came to school...it hit me and I had to write it.

Strange though...because I didn't know at the time how fitting it would be for the events of today...*sigh*

[7doubles]

great poety flows free.
we serch for ourselves through other people


i was talking to some people
the day she cought my eye
held me in her spell of evil
it felt so good i wished i'd die

love, up above
comes pouring down
lifts you off the ground

[Wonko The Sane]

we can't all remove a curse with a shower
and no one can stop a wave from sweeping away our dreams
but i can dance on the beach at sunrise
naked and wet and broan again in grace with each new day
enticing and changing the fate of starlight
and i can remove hatred, and fear, and nausea
with only a cold shower and a vial of rain water

[7doubles]

silver voice of an angle, ecos in my head
through the scilent void nothingness, nothing else was said
but deeper and deeper the words devil in my mind
love creates illusions, the vission fathers time
who knew i grew on you
i'll rip your mind in two

[Lantarion]

The Inevitable
Beside a mirror, blue and still
there wept the ancient trees
For they had loved, and they love still
its ripples in he breeze

The clouds, in all their splend'rous grief
wept for their tarnished peers
A blanket wide as widowed heath
was cursed with blood and tears

Lo! slits and cuts upon its side
and broken limbs and joints
They once were strong and full of pride;
now rust the evil points

They lie in mangled servitude
their deaths were all unjust
A surface, fit for ale and food
from fallen king was thrust

And ever, as the quaking skies
do hum their mournful tune
Do some, too few, still wonder why
they are destruction's boon

[Tar-Ancalime]

I follow your gaze,
it peirces my heart,
I crumble beneath,
the sin I live in,
unwilling to get,
to know how you live

[Lantarion]

Wow, isn't it quiet here!

Ode to a Yellow Wood
Upon a stroll in evening near
Was seen a sight so great, so dear
The eves of shining gold
were long in sonnets told
Beside a falling evening Sun
it's goal was sought, it's race was run
Beside the birchen eves
there burned the yellow leaves
Like gold a-melting in the dusk

[Ciryaher]

We've lost some of the most recent poems, so if you could please repost them (if you have a copy) that would be great. If you have permanently lost a poem, I apologize deeply.

Here's a short poem; untitled, as is my usual.

When clouds take away the sun
And it's gone for ever more
I'll look back on the days that passed
Before we were standing
At the exit; at the door

There'll be a time to come
We'll know what's true and not
Knowing that what was done was right
Holding on to what is there
What we're wanting; what we've got

[Morwen]

I walk the desert places.
The red earth pulsing
In a sonorous vision
Of earth-colors and life.

You see the forest places.
The road alone atop rocky passes,
The edge acute and real;
And the grey stones
Oh tumb'ling down.

I walk alone.
The gods decree,
What is desert is lone.
What is loved
Must loved alone.

Only leaves few will I see.
The earth of barren land,
Is where I need be.
Along the less taken.

Though I may love thee,
Leaves of your road.
That is where I need not be.
And you know that....


The sky clouds red,
A mirror of my earth.
And jagged clouds of ebony
Slice the horizon.

Let it be.

[thoughtful20]

Here are sum lyrics i wrote, what does every1 think?

When theres nothing there, nothing left to hide
When everything's exposed, nothing more inside
When nobody knows you, your just another face
You've fallen through the cracks, nothing left not a trace

You feel you're all alone, taken by the crowd
pulled and pushed around, the silence is too loud
Your heart is all too cold, Nothing left to burn
Hard as age-old rock. Will the tables ever turn?

bridge;
You'll never know, you'll never see
Just 'round the corner, it sets you free

Chorus;
Life's like the ocean, The waves take you away
Down below the surface, you're lost - can't find your way
but when all hope is hidden, like sun behing a cloud
the tides can take a turn, and hope will then be found

When you're only a shadow, of who you used to be
you've slipped from the ladder, fall for eternity
When life slaps you in the face, no oce to cool the burn
you're trampled underfoot, no lessons left to learn

Chorus

You think the world ignors you, doesn't know you're there
You feel they've locked you in a cage to poke and prod and stare
But the world doesn't know you, you've never let them in
just open up your tight-shut eyes and feel your life begin

Coz loves not just for movie stars, the sun shines plentifully
the light is there for everyone, if they care to see
Reach for the offered hand, take hold and don't let go
coz loves not just for movie stars, love is more than show.

[Lantarion]

Ode to the Eternally Hallowed
O standing by this tidy tomb
I feel the weight of heavy doom
With fleshless hands it sought
a plain past human thought
In one hand growls his steady sleep
while by the other souls shall reap
For all these fallen dead
have fallen in his stead
A grin that burns eternally
hath graven great malignancy
Upon his pale white brow
that shows no mercy now
Untimely every death shall be

[thoughtful20]

So it sux hey? well i'm glad u guys told me b4 i actually sang it to sum1. lol
but what do u think of it? i really wanna know, this is my first try @ songwriting and i want to know if i'm any good

[Dragon]

don't worry, it's very good. If that's your first try, you should keep at it, you'll get much better, and then your songs will be awesome.

[7doubles]

i sin
and it feels so fine
my love
i lost
my sole
my mind
but feels so good
inside, inside
open wide

i
had it all
i
am the reason
why
it had to fall
away
some day
i left it to, Decay

[thoughtful20]

Thanks! that really means a lot to me, Dragon. i'll keep writing, g2g,
~Beth

[7doubles]

girls and dope
got me broke
to be the one who reachs
a life that falls to pieces
to be the one to be the sun

love is killing me
love is killing me
love will be the death of me

[Kristaline]

Obsession

Driving my every thought,
Controlling my every breath.
Turning my vision into
A tunnel with a bright
Light burning like a beacon.
Words have no effect.
Desires perish in the heat.
The fevered heat of my
Soul straining to quench
The consummation of my...
Obsession.

[morning star]

The night sky is filled with shattered glass,
Will it cut your fingers if you could,
Reach up and touch it?
Would your hand be filled with pain,
Or would it cool your envious soul,
To know no one human could capture a star thats still aglow?
Rest your mind and close your eyes,
And go to sleep before the daylight comes,
and the wonder will be fiery the sun.

I made it up, on the spot.

[Lantarion]

It's amazing, Morning Star! :eek:
Kristaline, welcome to the forum; terrific first post! :)
7 the "love"-one was excellent, great rhymes.

Why don't people do this anymore? You don't have to praise or comment somebody else's work all the time and every time someone posts something new; just occasionally, or whenever you feel like it. :)

The Fallen
I stopped upon the weary road
to find no forced repose
Then from the dusk it quickly strode
and silently it rose

No cape, no cloak, no wisp of breath
this traveler did wield
Epitome he was of Death
who roams the Endless Field

A nightmare, or a dream perchance
this vision was to me
His darkling grin and freezing glance
all screamed out blasphemy

"Arise" he said, without real sound
for I had found my shell
Upon the cold, remorseless ground
a step ere endless Hell

He smiled, then grinned, then laughed out loud
and all the world was bare
Like deep and black and evil shroud
a haunting, hellish glare

Upon the path, that weary path
I met my doom that night
And now my fear doth turn to wrath
and who could check my might?

[Kristaline]

Gossamer Ponies

Midnight dreams
Riding gossamer ponies
Across the rivers
Of my soul.

Glimpses of yesterday's
Memories brings emptiness
To my heart.

Midnight dreams
Riding gossamer ponies
Through the canyons
Of my heart.

Your smiles of long
Past makes the
Future seem so unreal.

Midnight dreams
Riding gossamer ponies.

[Talierin]

Hey Lanty, have you ever thought of getting a Writer's Library over at www.elfwood.com ? I bet they'd love to have your poems over there!

[7doubles]

i hear it the wind
the crys
the icy hands of doom
upon the devils sholders rise
the storm is coming soon
the childeren of the moon

inside the seventh circle lies
the hidden words of wisdom
words that can free our mind
if we only listen
the more we try to change the world
the more it stays the same
the children of the moon can tell you
that we are insain

this is now the end of men
welcome children of the moon

this is now the end of men
the end is comeing soon
welcome to the end my friend
welcome children of the moon

welcome the kids of the lunatics
welcome the spawn of doom
this is now the end of men
welcome children of the moon

welcome children of the moon
welcome children of the moon
welcome children of the moon
welcome children of the moon

"moonchild"

[7doubles]

it's cool:p

[morning star]

Thankee Lant!!
I liked your last poems Lant and 7.

A golden sun is lighting the sky,
it sets aglow the twilight clouds.
When Morn comes,
it's shimmering colors,
so bright ,so vibrant,
come bringing joy.
When the time for darkness is very near,
it sends it's shattering shards of stained glass,
into the heavenly scene.
you know that day is almost past,
but the next day will arrive,
with renewed hope.

____________________________________________

by stepping out the door,
a journey begins,
And I shall be traveling it with my friends.
My campanions also seeking,
great adventure around the many bends,
of the little traveled road.
over hill or mountain,
or in the caverns deep,
our feet will take us.
I'll be happy yet sad,
when we reach the end,
of the great adventure,
with my friends.

[7doubles]

the old man sang song to me
singen words that set me free
words that burn't into my sole
words that took mind controll

old man
i am under your comand
i am
changeing all i can
percodan

[Lantarion]

Choy Lee Fut
Strong as a Tiger
Lithe as a Crane
These are the roads down the Fighter's Lane
Swift as a Panther
Quick like the Snake
Be careful to trust every move you make
Be like the Dragon
With strong Qi-Gong
With Buddha in your heart you cannot go wrong

Haha, a rather simple poem I know; I just wanted to tell you all that I'll be away tomorrow. I have practiced Choy Lee Fut (pronounced choy - ley - fat; the last one with an 'a' like in 'arm') kung fu for just over two months now; and tomorrow I'm off to a one-day (six-hour) camp, where we are taught one long combination, called Ng Lun Ma. It's in a city quite a long way from where I live, although I'll be back the same day. But I'll be too knackered to come here, it's straight to sleep for me! :)

[Anira the Elf]

* runs to get her poetry book she made*
her is a short little poem i made on day. i was just sitting arround and POP! it came. anyways

GONE
i had it and now it's gone.
it's going away and never coming back.
away forever,
forgotten? never!
even if it is gone.

it doesn't really rhyme that much. i just like it. Oh! her is one my friend made up.

i wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
i wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
i wrote your name in my heart,
and that's where it will stay.

[Lantarion]

Ode to the Woe of Loss
In mirth and joy he wellowed long
With unpronounced and burning song
As by his eyes she lay
He dreamt the world away
Confused he cast aside his awl
And broke the stone with marble maul
And ere his madness passed
He saw, she left at last
For it was what he most did wish
though aye, alas! he long would miss
The glassy gaze of jewels
Not bound by earthly rules
Yet long ago he went away
A broken man, begun again
Like tree that rumbling falls
and screams in endless halls
His grief was soon replaced by hope

[Anira the Elf]

that is awsome. it has a meaning to it yet u have to read it 2 or 3 times to find it. i love it.

[Dragon]

do you have a tune for it? I mean, it is a song, right?

[thoughtful20]

um . . . yeah, its a song, but i can't think of a tune that i feel would be good enough for it. i don't want it to be too slow, but i don't want it to be full on heavy rock either . . . i just can't think of one

[Dragon]

If you can somehow find a tune where one word just rolls into another, like ocean waves, that would be great. Start out low, then go high, then low, but do it gradually so it sounds like rolling waves. that would be so awesome.

[thoughtful20]

thanx Dragon! thats a great idea, i'll try it out,:)

[7doubles]

i cant fall to sleep so i'm walken the streets
my girlfriend dumped me cuz she thinks i cheat
i find me another girl to get my fix
but her hands serch my pockets as her toung serched my lips

come on
i know your secrets
come on
i know your proublem
you need to get some
come on an get one
i'm the mud shouvle

my ceiling is leaking and the rain drop drips
the taste of the water's like a young girls kiss
the feel of her body can dround your mind
but feeling her lips is better than wine

come on...

"mud shouvle": needs work

[Morwen]

This is more along the lines of song lyrics than poetry. The rhyme....well, there isn't much rhyme, is somewhat ok. I wrote it as a last minute thing, and it isn't my best work.

Today Goodbye, Tomorrow hello

I view the world across an endless pane.
Its beauty becoming material.
We trudge this world as ghosts in time,
Living neither to yours or mine.

Their lives pass under my vision,
Only a few to which I raise my head;
All the rest, dead.
I see what they cannot.

But I fade as they,
In time and conscience.
I see myself throug the misty bay,
Not broken even by the lightest ray.

Time passes, people pass.
The world is filled with things left unsaid,
For which a glance could fill,
Or a smile there.

A tribute, then, I'll pose,
To those who stand stolid.
For you who shape the lives,
Of the world around.

Let not die these feelings you posses,
For they will bloom as alabaster roses.
Let not the sun set,
Let not the colors vanish.


If I had a tear to shed
Then grant one I would to you.
To all that you have done.
I will sing with you.

Perhaps in another day,
In another way,
Your words would not so abruptly end
And leave me stray.

I will sing with you,
For those who've gone away.
I will join you,
And rise beyond the rest.

You know where I am,
What alleys I saunter.
If ever a word you wish,
Serenade me with your thoughts.

You know where I am

I will sing with you,
If you'll remember
With the rain that falls in November.
I will sing with you.

I will watch the sun in the West,
And wonder myself to dreams beyond.
And I will remember you,
I will sing with you.

Today goodbye, tomorrow hello.

[7doubles]

summers sweet, seasoning
falls streight down the lemon tree
no matter how much sugar you think you got
you'll never have enough to fill up my honey pot
sweet tea, leaves of the evergreen
flows from a natural stream
drink deep for a little sleep
drink a little more, unless your feeling sore
sore..sore

look at me, i'm feeling grate
i can skate on paper plates
hotdog girls in katsup tops
cutered pies and cotton shots
drink a little more, a little more
unless your feeling sore, feeling sore, feeling sore, Feel~ing Sore
[dd dddddd dd d]

"sugar and spice": undone

[Lantarion]

Morwen, your lyrics were absolutely enchanting! I can imagine the accompanying music, slow and beautiful.. *sniff*

Life
Not mine
not yours
but both a part of it
Not live
not real
yet on this earth we sit

Not bound
yet caged
this world is ours to love
with glee
with rage
We seek what lies above

[Lantarion]

Wolfbane
Before the spirits rise from sleep
to roam the dusk-lit eve
And ere the mist and shadows dance
the eye doth walk the skies

The owl in lofty bough bethinks
that something lies amiss
And melancholy now he hoots
and takes his leave with haste

The fox arrayed in red-hued plate
a-prances carelessly
But then he sights his higher peers
and whining skulks away

For ere the Moon, that blue-white curse
does lift its heavy brow
He cries but thrice, like windy wood
"Beware, I cometh now!"

[Lantarion]

The Image
The wind in half-light hums its song
With instruments of swaying eve
And ere the staffs of light arise
Upon the earth from steaming skies
And snow falls on wood's darkened sleeve
I truly know where I belong

But now the shore is softly rent
By rush of squeaking, firm-prowed wood
The pearly grains of sand protest
But still the tides arrive at best
To clear the way with crested hood
By deep blue gods this breeze was sent

And now I watch the dancing trees
Who in the laughing twilight sing
With weathered boughs all tipped with grey
Who filter nature's grand array
Yet who could slay this abstract thing,
Who does not die and houses glee?

[7doubles]

the company manufactured me
and they sold me off for cheap
ya, they sold me off
they sold me off
they sold me
for damb near free

but its comeing down
and its over now
you cant fight off or your way out

[Ciryaher]

Woe is this inhuman shell
To which my soul is bound
Until the end of days
Spent in heaven, or in hell;
Hoping I, humanity, have found
Too many prices-
For the man who pays-
To bear in this crisis

Through the dark tides
And far darker waters
Has the voyage come so far?
Giving us blinded rides
When our wisdom falters?
Can we here remain
To raise the heavy bar,
No chance disdain?

Would it guide me to the stars
Where the skies glow
With millions of tiny specks
And no earthly hand marrs?
Can you take me with the flow
Through which all lives travel?
Will your ship take me on treks
To secrets we'll unravel?


As you can see, that one used an unusual adbecgfh pattern, hope it turned out well :)

[Lantarion]

It did. :cool:
Not My Favorite Kind of Sentence
This rather rough necktie
is halting my progress
An echoing insult
to my political prowess

A creaking construction
my mechanical aid
Which readily hastens
my voyage unlaid

A sea full of feelings
a tide full of hate
A twinge of sweet sorrow
that comes slightly too late

My imminent set-up
arrives rather slow
My last words they ask;
"Well I don't really know"

A fog is a-riding
on the mane of a storm
And I, as a heather
am puzzled, forlorn

The words are pronounced
and the eyes turn to me
They smoulder and whisper
and then: I am free

[Lantarion]

Introduction
Frothing scream the manes of the alabaster shores
With haste and bewilderment its freezing mount roars
The wanderer hastens in his bloodstainéd robes
And plough through the winter with his quick-tiring oars

But hot is the trail and the earth does but shiver
The wanderer stops with his heart all a-quiver
He despairs with the absence of something familiar
But calms as the wind finds the glint of a river

Then as he lifts up his head to the woods
And snow starts a-mounting the brim of his hood
He looks all about him in quiet despair
And finds then a shadow, where Gaminon stood

Toward this facade so saintly and kind
He stumbles and leaps, and crouches behind
And not all too soon, for the rumbling approaches
The snowflakes doth falter, the rock face doth grind

And now as he sits and awaits their stampede
And to their dark fear does his spirit concede
But then, as the bridge groans and waits for their exit
He watches the sky and its endless decree

The world is a silent and beautiful globe
Arrayed now in perfect and pearly white robes
The sky lies so heavy upon its green sleeve
His eyes, now transfixed, are his soul's lofty probe

The sky is ablaze with a sonnet of wind
The hills so expectantly, icily grinned
This hymn to the air is a prayer to the saddened
A hope to the sorrowful who once yet have sinned

The forest sings beautifully of kingdoms passed
Its lay is the first as it once was the last
The trees; pine and alder, the oak and the birch
The snow on their shoulders has gladly amassed

And now as he snickers, and closes his eyes
And dreams of the places bereft of dark lies
He secretly wonders if fate was his aid
Or why was this vision before his eyes laid?

*This is the opening scene of my [still hypothetical] story, and the 'he' in this poem is the protagonist. Gaminon is one of the Saints in the world I created (so no copying! :D).

[Lantarion]

Where did everyone go? :(

Thou Shalt Bring Him Back
He went across the Sea today
to cast a brave attack
My eyes were wells of drowning fear;
but thou shalt bring him back

And when his sails were far from sight
I stood still by the shack
That he had built with laughing hands;
but thou shalt bring him back

And ere I woke from troubled sleep
I dreamed he laughed with joy
But still a ghost my thoughts would reap
O! Évyl's cunning ploy!

"Get back!, away!," my eyes would plead
As steadfast as the Sun
"Ah nay, my dear," his lips would read
Before the night was done

And then I walked the age-long beach
arrayed in saddened smock
And even then my mind would reach
the Fields of lush Amok

I waited for that shining mast
That gleaming wooden rack
And slowly I was numbed by time
O! shalt thou bring him back?

And once I grew beyond my stretch
And knew what I did lack
I flew, nay, soared through endless skies
And so you brought him back

[morning star]

I'm here, but I don't have anything to post.LOL

[Lantarion]

I looked around the gray-hued land
of song it was bereft
I cried "Hello!", but heard no call
and so I up and left
:p

[Kementari]

LOL Lanty!!! Awesome poetry guys

[Morwen]

This poem will most likely earn your chagrin, Lanty, for it has no structure. It came roughly from the innermost chambers of my heart, and I feel that to try and fix it would be blasphemy. I only ask that you read it without the laws of poetry, for it is true poetry. It is unbound and free.



Auburn Beauty


The gay of green Earth shudders,
In a ray of primary.
Its simply beauty shattered
With a grandeur begotten only in dreams.

Landscape of tinged green and tree,
Splurges those with apple eyes.
Feeds those of superficial lenses.
Its superfluous textures beguile
Jade, gray, auburn, and azure alike.
Till the skies tremble in a sonorous vision corrupt.

And spit thee out into gay visions
Of joy and jubilee they pronounce.
Till wrinkles converge amidst the revelry.
Oh, green thy features of happiness!
Green the essence of Providence and sanctity!

But smite thee my lands wish it!
Till twilight choke thy precious joy.
And green will run as paint from thy face,
For green doth not beget such true things;
The light of sooth upon grandeur,
The shadow of cycle coalesced at dark.

What are the leaves of life,
But when compared with mine vastness!
My gorge upon all mankind,
Carved by the byway of life!
What is tree and bush
Without the subtle soil that bequeaths
All life upon our rudimentary bodies!

And with the auburn underfoot,
And around in a vastness of life,
The sky cut into blades of crimson,
I reveal to thee
True beauty.

[Lantarion]

Morwen, that was unbelievably beautiful! :o :eek:
And who said poetry has to have a certain type of rhyme scheme? And why should the last syllables of lines rhyme at all? I think freeverse can be much better than a rhyming poem, and vice versa, if they are written well.

Daggerfalls, daggerfalls, smiting my eyes
gleam not nor shine for your light I despise
O! kind cloak of darkness please lend me your hood
and house me within your impenetrable wood

Shadows, O! shadows that caper around
laughing, caressing without earthly sound
Hide me, protect me from gathering light
this Goodness, it seems, is a feigned show of might

Waterfalls, waterfalls, prince of the skies
aid me, my spirit from grimace arise
Wrap me with potions of velvet and blue
now quick ere the smoke-riddden gods languish you

O! Wolfbane, please lend me your all-knowing eye
and send ye this word of the King of the Sky:
"Arise, oh ye master, ye King of the Blind!"
"and save all us victims in Fate intertwined!"

And lo! then the King raised his radiant brow
And then did but slightly the evil clouds bow
But they were not daunted, and stood still steadfast
but then did the Sun lift his sword up at last

And lo! there was light without evil or fear
and dark, when contrasted, was still guarding near
Its holiness, linked with the brightness of Day
had whisked all the clouds of Tomorrow away

[Lantarion]

Awaiting the Yule
Sing, sing, for Yule be near!
it casts a light on winter drear
Sing, sing, ye famished thing!
and eat the sounds resounding here

Laugh, laugh, and be thee gay!
the fires whisk the cold away
Laugh, laugh, who leans on staff!
and caper 'bout the room all day

Hark, hark, and hear the trees!
they sway alongside snowy eves
Hark, hark, and smell the bark!
a kingdom ruled by giggling breeze

Sleep, sleep, in sweet repose!
now rest thy tongue and rest thy nose
Sleep, sleep, but do not weep!
thuogh Yule be gone, we still have prose!

[Lantarion]

An Ode to the Lack of Light
The night surrounds me, silently
and smiles towards a fearsome tree
Beswept before a storm
of light so bright and warm
My eyes are calm, with rest at last
beyond the blinding glint of glass
That force my mind to frown
lest all my sight would drown
A light that calmly makes its way
towards a silent, dim-lit day
Is best, and welcome here
to it not one would sneer
For light with dawn is calm and clear
not like the glaring Sun all year
That casts its smile too vig'rously

I can't believe I am the only one who has posted here for the last NINE days! It's starting to echo here.. :(

[Ciryaher]

There is a lin'gring hint of doubt
That mars all that we create
But when we try to build anew
The doubt does not abate

How can this thought be left
Where unthought thoughts must go?
When will love defeat the hate
And let the flowers grow?

There must be some solution
To the fix we're in...
Perhaps opening the shutters
To let life's bright light in?

Unlike the wise Lantarion, fountain of ideas, some of us await some great inspiration before attempting to write something of worth ;)

[Ciryaher]

When all I ever had was lost
And taken away from my grasp
So that never again I could feel
What use, then, would life be?

To waste away in sorrow
Becoming a shadowy nothing;
What is left to do
When all I ever wanted is taken?

"Die, die you unhappy fool,
Go to the pit whence you came,"
Said the demon approaching
And with a last look at light
I turned into the darkness
To walk forever in the night.

[Elfhelm25]

Man are there ever some talented people here . Some of these poems make me cry . Im serious !
Well , Ive got a poem as well .
Why be an elf when you can be a man ???
Who needs beauty and far seeing eyes
When you can grow old and weak and die !!!!!!!!!!!!
Who needs to live for an eternity ?
When you can look forward to ARTHRITIS and knock knees !!!!!!
Who needs to be surrounded by gorgeous elf creatures ?
When you can be wowed by hairiness and other fine features .!!!
Who needs to sing and dance and drink wine all day ?
When you can do chores and cook and clean your life away !!!!!!!!!!!
Who needs an ever lasting beautiful mate ?
When you can exchange mole counts and heart surgery dates !!!!!!!
Oh , I would rather be of men then of elves anyday
Its more fun to grow senile and hostile and be less in every way !!!!!!!!!

Not that Im bitter or anything

:p :p

[Halasían]

Beloved angel, dancing in silken white
drifting toward me in the silvery moonlight
my arms take you and hold you to me now
and I hope I please you, and make you happy somehow

Beloved angel, wrapped in silken red
the vision of you fills me, your body in my bed
Sweetest silken angel, my life's love
I kiss you long gentle and soft, like feathers of a dove

Beloved angel, wrapped in silken black
As you lay and look at me, stretching on your back
with your eyes beckoning and your lips so sweet
I kiss them slowly, and cherish you and bow at your feet

Beloved angel, wrapped in silken midnight blue
I long to hold, to caress, and to gaze upon you
and to give you my passion, all that you wish
and fill you, to feed you, from my everlasting dish

I love thee, silken angel, I love you so much!
I long for the day to cherish your touch
and I will give thee all I am, and to you I cleave
and I hope its forever, and never do you leave.

( I have to agree with Morwen.. some of the best writing comes directly from the heart, unbound and free!)

[Lady Rían]

WOW Snowdog! Your words touch the heart and soul! Beautiful!


Ever and always, dancing with you
Flame of my heart , I love you too

I dance with thee in silken white
I hold you all day and all night

I dance with thee in silken red
I love you more than words can be said

I dance with thee in silken black
My arms around you, caressing your back

I dance with you in silken blue
Forever binded, our hearts true

I will hold to your gentle heart
and dream of the day to never be apart

You hope to make me happy and to please
You already have, and with great ease

By your side always, I will never leave
I will love you forever, that you can believe

~Lady Rían

[Aglarthalion]

I love poetry, so I'm glad to see a thread like this here. :) I can write different types of poetry, usually quite lengthy works. When I find time, I'll put some up here. ;)

So, to start off with, here is a Haiku I wrote the other day on another forum (I don't usually write Haiku, though):

Star-Foam of Noldor,
First King of Númenor.
All Hail to Elros!

I'll have to go through this thread and read up on some of the poetry -- from what I've read of the first and this current page, there are some talented writers here. :)

Regards,

Aglarthalion Ainagil

[Halasían]

Ah.. Haiku! 5-7-5

Lady Rían dear
forever shal I love thee
ever and always

[7doubles]

my phone line got knocked out on wednesday's ice storm. "just came back on now!"

[7doubles]

we paced our things and moved on
never ever to look back
starlight fell on us like raindrops
but what was the point of all of that

what was the point of all of that

every day we leave behind us
little traceses of our acts
gathering in garbich piles
but what was point of all of that

what was the point of all of that

lost in the darkness in a vally of dreams
wandering the nacid night, you what i mean
we climbed up from beneath the the cracks
but what was the point of that

what's the point of all of that

the winds of change are blowing,
like the river flowing
men are the salt of the earth,
crusified from the first day of birth
holding off time's relentless attack
but what was the point of all of that...

what was the point, what was the point?
what was the point of all of that

what was the point, what was the point?
what was the point of all of that

"vessel"

[Lantarion]

I haven't seen you around much, Snowdog, but I'm glad I did now! :eek: Your poetry is fantastic!
Excellent haikus also, especially Aglarthalion. Welcome! :)
Ahem, yes well I suppose it might do me good to take a break between poems.. :rolleyes: Thanks Cir. ;)

[Aglarthalion]

Thankyou, Lantarion. :) I should say that I enjoyed your "An Ode to the Lack of Light", particuarly the way the ending sentence seemed to stop the poem suddenly -- that was a good effect. :)

Here is another piece of poetry I have written, but not Tolkien themed this time. ;) I wrote this after I had written a short story by the same name, and both the story and poem are supposed to compliment each other.

***

The Jukebox

Hawthorne, man born of solitude
Whose shadow, fought with the light and
Succumbed to patterned loss.

He did not let go, from the
Memories of Della's song
For would he forget, he was wrong.

Coldness, running through his body
The untouchable, silent emotion
Lay helpless within the replica.

The speeding of the truck, the theatre projector
Which faded into the chrome and checkerboard
The coin, and the Jukebox which pained then relieved.

Then the water, and the ageing man
Who sat reading of the song
The paper folding within his hands.

Sleeping was Jones, the driver, then screeching to the end
Was the transportation which took Hawthorne to the cliff and the
Culmination of the song, as the truck went past the bend.

***

That may have been more than a little confusing, so I may have to post the story here in the Prancing Pony. ;)

[7doubles]

the renagade stands by the blade
the knight stands by the sword
and on the chains of iron flames stand the dogs of war
by daily lite each man shall fight
and death will not ignor
a riafle's blast and bullet cast
a boken hart once more

"warrior" poem:unfin

[Lantarion]

Aglarthalion, that was very good; although I think I would get more out of it if I had read the short story in question.. Who is it by?
Ooh, 7, that was excellent! :eek:

[Anamatar IV]

I have un poema;) I tried to write it in olden english and I really dont know a single word of that:o So if anyone has any old english corrections PLEASE tell me:

Dost thy candle still burn?
Dost a shadow urge ye:
"Get thee gone!"
Dost the earth turn
Or is it just thou who is spinning
Hast thou tasted the orchard's apples
And danced in the eaves of a forest
Hast thou looked upon a western wind
And hast thou seen a sunrise
O'er the mountains
And beyon the sea
They candle's wick is low
It's wax is spilling over
Soon it's flame will be quenched
So rejoice now
While it gives off light and warmth
But I ask thee again:
Dost thy candle still burn?
Or dost it give off light
Without warmth

[Ciryaher]

Actually, that's vernacular, not old english (you wouldn't be able to read much of old english...it's not very much like modern english) ;)

[7doubles]

if you had
another chance
whold you change
at all
atempt to correct
or reconect
your call
is your personal hell
more inportant
than you ever could tell
do you believe in god
one last chance to change
a dying cause

[Halasían]

Forever and always does my love reach
for you Lady to draw you near
and on the day we walk on the beach
laughing in joy, and protecting you from fear
I will hold you to me, and hope to teach
my love for you Rían is eternal, through smiles and tear
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

M'Lady, though we are right now apart
you are ever closer to my heart
and though I cannot see you now
I hold and cleave to you, and somehow
will be with you, in your presence soon
and we will walk in the sun and sleep with the moon

[7doubles]

its so extrordenary to feel so incompleat
i look through bloodshot eyes and fall to sleep
i drift into a world whare night is bright as dawn
i turned to look away and it was gone
(i am the man, i am flawed
i break the will of men and spit on god
you choose your fate but you cant win
i broke the gates of hell to get back in)
now i'm free .............<perfect>:vessel..
fly away with me...
with me

[forgive me son for i was wrong
to play the fool and write this song]

"the Taylor flash"

[Aglarthalion]

Snowdog -- That was beautiful, if saddening. :) You have very nice use of metre.

7doubles -- Interesting. I like the way you use all lower case to make the verse sound rough and almost evil, yet at the end it becomes almost peaceful. Although, you misspelt "Incomplete". ;)

Lantarion, I was the one who wrote the story which I based my poem on (both the story and the poem are called "The Jukebox"). I'll post the story up tomorrow, when I have access to the computer it is stored on. :)

[Eledhwen]

A wee Hobbit lassie was able
To sit at a very high table
And eat all her food
Without being rude
Using pulley and lever and cable

and

A ringwraith was flying by night
When he had an incredible fright.
His steed gave a leer
And screeched in his ear
Like a maddened deranged barrow wight.

and

An Elf needed somewhere to go
To practice with arrow and bow.
But no tree could be found,
Just a seed on the ground;
So he sat down until it did grow

and

An Orc with a penchant for gravy
Left Mordor for a life in the navy.
He had gravy galore, but his belly was sore
For the sea was incredibly wavy.

Rate for silliness,
scale = 1-10 where 1 is not at all silly and 10 is totally silly.

[Lonna]

http://www.lonnawilliams.com/image2117.gif
(a photo of the cover of my fantasy novel, "Selah of the Summit")

Here is some of my poetic prose:

"Living in Lothlorian"

I live in a place like Lothlorian,
forest home of Elves.
My house is wood,
built among the trees
that tower over it in tiers
of graceful branches.

At Christmastime,
we place small white lights
among the wood and greenery,
like Galadriel’s kingdom glowing with lanterns.

And, like Galadriel, I know that a dark force
encroaches from the lands below my sanctuary.
But I will not wait for it to come.
Like Selah from my own fantasy story,
I will descend from my mountain.
I will go to the darkest places of the Keeps
where slaves are chained
behind the thickest stone doors.
I will bring a little light with me
and tell about the mountains and the sky.
And I will lead people to the Summit.

On top of the Summit a banquet table waits,
with empty glass chairs standing in the snow
near a frozen lake. A long table is set
with cut crystal, etched silver goblets,
and china bordered with blue and gold.
Each place setting is prepared
for anyone who answers the invitation.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, all you writers out there!
Lonna
:)

[Anira the Elf]

thats awsome Lonna. being the queen of Lorien myself i was looking for some new ideas to spruce the old old old place up! I was also wondering if any of your books are in published form for sale anywhere i could get a copy???

Waiting

I sit there just waiting
for something to happen.
for the world to stop turning
or the people to die out.

Throught the winter and fall;
spring and summer;
I sit there just waiting
for something to happen.

I pull myself through life.
every minute, hour, day as
i sit there just waiting
for something to happen.

Whe the day finally comes,
and i am done waiting,
I enjoy the moment, then
i sit again and wait for
something to happen again.

[Eledhwen]

I tried to order one of Lonna's books through Amazon, but the end bookseller wouldn't ship to the UK. Another would, but wanted $18 for the privilege of posting one paperback.

It's hard to live across the pond.
The internet's no magic wand;
It's great for chat and great for mail
But often when it says 'for sale'
They won't send it to little me
Because I live across the sea.

------------------------------ here's a real one...

The rain falls soft on mossy banks
A lonely heron cries
The golden leaves swirl to the ground
While autumn breathes and sighs

And winter, now upon the hills
Awaits its icy call
Sharp frost its herald, till its snow-white blanket
Covers all

And I shall mourn the passing year
I cannot reason why
For much that man should fain hold dear
Is doomed to slowly die

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

[Lantarion]

haha, that was great, Eledhwen. :D Nice poems.

[FREEDOM!]

I wrote this poem myself for a party, keep in mind though this never happened!

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The First Time I Robbed A Convenience Store by FREEDOM! ( i will not use my real name on the internet.)

I walked into the store with a gun in my hand
But the clerk hit me in the head with a frying pan
I tryed to escape throught the window
But i cut my hand
So I sued for Ten Grand.


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[FREEDOM!]

I had started writing this poem for a girl, but i left it at my friends house, actually it was Spartan 117's house, but it was pretty cool.

[Lantarion]

Ode to the Return of the King
Ere firstlight sparked the glaring hills
and still the heaths went up in chills
The war away was then
far from this homely den
And under naught but gleam of stars
the earth beneath their hooves was marred
And red the grass was glazed
and still their spirits blazed
And o'er the Sea and through the burn
the remnant of this folk returned
All under tattered shroud
of death; though they were proud
But even on their moonlit quays
their homeland turned to evil ways
And met were they with spears
and lurking maddened leers
Abruptly all was down to this
to hell from noontide days of bliss
And ere the morn at last did come
his eyes were dead and hands were numb
For though he struggled well
at last he downward fell
And still his people mourn his crown

[Ciryaher]

Commander of my heart,
Goddess that I love,
Take my hand and dance with me
Until the cloud' skies part

We'll softly sing more lullabies
Even when there's light
Write an endless sweet romance
Bringing tears into our eyes

Hold eachother till forever
Cherising each day we see
Clasping long, hand in hand
The love that's meant will fail us never

[Lossengondiel]

Running through the woods

Under the shade of the trees,

She runs along

Trampling the dry, fallen autumn

Leaves with

Every step she takes.

[Lantarion]

Oh my gosh, that was excellent! I've never seen someone fit such a perfect image into so few words! :eek: Welcome to the forum, lady Snow-Stone! ;)

Princess of Swans
Is it possible, in some unfathomed way
to find a face that lights the day
To see these swanlike eyes so curve
and into willing heart beautifully swerve
To want to kiss her inearthly lips on sight
an evening fit to blend with the night
Curse your beauty! For now my doom
rides but the closer, as heaven's shadows on the rooftops loom
Nay, I cannot turn away from thee
for in thee my soul doth rest in glee
With falling water into a pool thou sing
with eyes a-glitt'ring like thy perfect white wing
Oh! Why hath thou done this to me?
why hath thou stolen my eyes for thee?

[Lossengondiel]

wow, were you by any chance talking about my poem? And if you were, what did 'lady Snow-Stone' mean? I'm confused...

[7doubles]

its one oclock
and time moves slow
i climbed out of the window..ya

i'm doing my own thing
i'm staying alive
but theres more to life then just survive

come back down
take off your crown ah awn
gather at the edge of towowown

dont be late
or hesatate
and be my best friend now

[Lonna]

Lossengondiel,

That was a nice, short poem with good images. Did you show it to your teacher? If your teacher doesn't like it, let me know, and I'll send him/her an email.;)

Here's a Petrarchan Sonnet I wrote for a little girl dying of cancer:

The Beating Wings

She sat, a scarecrow in a slit-back gown:
Translucent skin, her fingers stretched like nails.
She reached to me beside the silver rails.
And when she turned, her head bobbed up and down;
The blood shone on her teeth, like web spun 'round.
The thread, that pain, it wrapped her eyes--once pale--
And pupils swallowed blue in one dark veil.
I watched--she seemed to speak--there was no sound.

Kristen, I remember when we saw the birds
In cases, stuffed, their eyes unblinking glass;
An egret, its wings like crystal, seemed to rise.
You spoke its name, I leaned to catch the word;
It was yourself you called--Oh, you flew past--
I saw the beating wings behind your eyes.

I know it's a sort of depressing subject, but that girl (age 12) was so beautiful, and now she is in a far better place . . .

What do you all think?

[Lantarion]

The first stanza is very depressing.. But it's good, IMO. :(

Haha, here's one of my favorite poems (not by me though! :p):

I am her highnesses dog at Kew
pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

:D

PS: Lossengondiel, I was referring to your name! :eek:
At least that's what I think it means, thóugh I'm better at Quenya than Sindarin..
lossë means 'snow' in Quenya, lossen means 'snow-white' in Sindarin; gon(d) means 'stone' in Sindarin; and -iel is a common female name suffix. :)

[Lantarion]

Lamps
The beautiful noise around me
and the wind among the rain
Do little but disturb me
with a facade of peace so feigned

The light that grows accidentally
forbodes a grim-lit mood
And though the light doth comfort some
I do little save growl and brood

The day is so fake
I hate its invisible splendour
What is it in brightness
that my heart would so render?

The evening is my soulmate
the only one that sees my grief
Now smiling do I silently survey
the darkened dew upon leaf

And as I close my darkly windows
that I use to shut out the bright eyes
The wind picks himself up into a stream
and upon its mane the darkness cries

And now, when all is perfect
and my wells are bereft from the pain
The rain stops, and the silence curls
to rightly rule its dying reign

Away yonder is the bridge, where once
I waited for the breeze
Friendless and cold, in the inamicable night
I felt my spirit slowly freeze

Yet upon returning, and upon seeing
the silent and gently swaying quays of green
Lit by few and wonderful lanterns
I love it all, and weep unseen

And as she appears, my thoughts are none
a-wasted upon course, eddying rythms
For now, as all my mind is done
I love her, and depart in peace

well-earned by unfathomable beauty, blissful in her swanlike features

[Ol'gaffer]

The Lost Kingdom
by: Ol'gaffer

this was inspired by edoras from the two towers movie. (aaah! I said it!.
Lantarion will hang me for sure this time...)

In biting cold winter,
waiting for the coming spring.
The king awaits,
to hear the bluebird sing.
He hears no sound,
and returns inside.
Only to hide his own defeat
from his people beneath his feet.
where has his kingdom gone?
into the eternal winter,
to never come back.

I don't really write poetry so I just decided to give this one a go.
now I'll take cover before the people who actually know something about poetry stone me to death.

[Lossengondiel]

Originally posted by Lantarion

PS: Lossengondiel, I was referring to your name! :eek:
At least that's what I think it means, thóugh I'm better at Quenya than Sindarin..
lossë means 'snow' in Quenya, lossen means 'snow-white' in Sindarin; gon(d) means 'stone' in Sindarin; and -iel is a common female name suffix. :)

Why thank you for telling me that. I actually went to a middle earth name generator and put my name in, and thats what I came up with. Thank you one and all that you actually liked my poem. that meant a lot to me :)

[Lantarion]

Lol, Gaffer. ;)
Not bad at all, considering you haven't written poetry before! Not bad at all. :)
(That and I couldn't find anything to hang you with) :p

[Lantarion]

On the Feelings Invoked by the Singer
The ringing chant rides glowing into the field
setting the laughter alight with its heart-felt bliss
No music has ever equalled its prominence
no song ever so caused man to weep

Such unimaginable beauty exists only in itself
no canyon could equal its twilit depths
And even as the cloud laughs heartily
so can no mountain reach these heights

Anger ignited in words burns fierce
and frustration, the offspring of innovation
Even he has his muse, gently caressing heartstrings
and beauty is most perfect when made without inspiration

Even we ourselves cannot fathom
our own selves, trembling at simple movements of sound
From can one but gather, through glee and confusion
that hers is a beauty most profound

[Halasían]

In the night I call to you in my dreams
and my lonliness hurts so bad my spirit screams
And I awake, swaeting body,fearing you had gone
but you come to me, siloette, at the coming of Dawn

I love thee my lady, love thee so much
I wither and ache when I cannot have your touch
How have I come to love you so
Oh fair lady, I want you to know

Wrapped in silk, in midnight blue
baby! baby! I am so in love with you!
Only you can do the things you do
and I am complete for you love me too.

Ever and always, I will hold you Lady Rían
I love you forever, oh gawd I'm cryin'
for beauty incarnate has found me
and by your love, you set me free!

[Lantarion]

O! But for the musky smell
that tales of yellowed pages tell
Among the towers, leatherbound
the dust in its cover doth cry aloud

O! But for the heavy tome
that weighs my hands when I sit alone
Eyes closed forever, but sleeping yet never
in blanket of paper and red-tarnished leather

Wrought by one, yet not confined
by eyes are scanned, by hands were signed
Ironic that what man himself has made
has since many a destiny laid

Like rain upon a wooden bridge
the tears fall from their hidden ridge
And through their power doth awake
what otherwise would lie still uncovered

[Finduilas]

Hi,I do write poetry but in Bulgarian and a little in English but this are my first steps.Here is something I have written recently:

When hope strives to live
and life struggles to hope;
when love swifts on argent winds
and winds desire elvish love,
I will only have sapphire fire,
blending,burning nigher,nigher...

[Lossengondiel]

Wonderful poem! Keep writing!

[FREEDOM!]

Dude thats awesome!:cool:

[Lantarion]

The sea-scented waters invade my senses
and cause me to expand, I close my eyes
The breeze runs across my face, and forces me to smile
the warm sun on my head makes me sleepy
and sings its opulent lullaby