Poetry (Merged threads. HLG)

[Ciryaher]

We need some poetry around here. Original poetry only, please.

Here is a poem from another forum I go to. Marby Burrowes is me.

As the River Flows by Marby Burrowes

The river mighty
As it goes on
Carving the land
Twisting, winding
Merging here
Forking there
Ever flowing
To the Sea.

[Ciryaher]

Here's a little beer song.

Mug o' Beer by Marby Burrowes

O, the light is really quite dandy!
Perfectly smooth, most like candy,
A shovel might still be handy;
For light is nothing like brandy.

O, my beautiful lager!
Not quite as keen as a dagger,
You drink too much and you stagger;
Your wife will soon be a nagger.

O, the wonderful red!
The booze'll go straight to your head,
Though you won't know if you are dead;
You'll drink it untill you are fed.

O, the blessed dark!
A bloke might wake up in the park,
Your mug may be filled to the mark,
You'll sip and then sing like a lark.

[GaladrielQueen]

I got a poem. It's written by me, JEMS.

“One of the Time”
By Jems
Sometimes life runs
From another one
One that’s gloomy and black
One that hides in a dark corner in the shack

There is one
One that runs
One that holds
One that controls
One’s mind

Some call it a life of divine
But I call it Time
Turn it to Midnight
Or change it to when the sun is bright
One of the Time
I’m going to rest so divine
I’d never feel any pain
I’ve felt it again

Time isn’t getting its hands on me
As y’all can see,
I’ve got a mind of my own
Got a time of my own
Got a life of my own!

I can control it,
I can hold it,
I can run it,
Any ways I want to!
:rolleyes:

[Lantarion]

ok, here comes an inspiration poem..
let's see...


The gust of wind his robes now find
The candlelight does shiver
He glances at the books that bind
The arrows in the quiver

The pedestal, how near it looms
As kindly as a brother
But also it may be his doom
To mysteries uncover

The pages heavy, turning yellow
Did rest as time went by
But in its thought no one did mellow
And those who did will die

The mysteries of an age gone by
Are open for all to read
But careful not to let a sigh
And the darkness feed


hmm, I think it's ok for my first poem!
:)

[Dengen-Goroth]

yeah, very well done Ciryaher. But the last line could be And to the darkness feed. it has a certain rythm, and you have to stay with it.

[Aerin]

Okay, here is a poem I wrote between third and fourth period one day.

Blankets can be made of snow,
But fog can be much more so.
Fog wraps and winds around,
Snow just lays upon the ground.
When in the fog one wants to creep,
When in the snow one wants to sleep.
Fog brings darkness to the light,
Snow keeps daytime through the night.

[Dengen-Goroth]

Very well done Aerin. We may have an aspiring poet in our midst!

[Lantarion]

Dengen, that was my poem, not Ciryaher's.. <mutters irritatedly> :)
Poem no. 2:


The forest keps its windows shut
and covered in green shroud
A squirrel cautiously studies a nut
the faintest breath is loud

The foliage, it creeps around
treaturously wiling
And though it sneaks without a sound
The Forest now is smiling

But even the deepest of silent peace
will soon be chipped and cloven
A sheep now grazes, cools its fleece
On grass so long now woven

As darkness falls, the hooded monk
does in the forest wander
His brazen face in a book has sunk
The roses burst asunder

His glowing hands illuminate
the yellowed book of lore
And his learned mind capitulates
to the elven songs of yore

A portal out of ground appears
the Monk studies it with earnest
A tiny waterfall of tears
Does glow from holy furnace

He steps up close, and shuts the book
Determined to succeed
He will take back that what Hell took
The brightness is his lead

hmmm that took a while longer this time! :D

[Dengen-Goroth]

Very nice Pontifex!!! Well, Ciryaher did put not bad for my first post. My mistkae.

[Aerin]

I think we should keep this thread alive. Poetry is great fun, and reading other peoples' is fun.

Here's another one, again, written between periods at school.

Have you ever sat down to think
How one person can have a thought
One expends no energy to think
Yet it takes great effort to have a thought
Ever thought where thoughts come from
Are they inside your head
Or are they outside your skull
How can a thought be dumb
From where they originate
How can they be thought dull?

I like nonsene poems. In case you haven't already figured that out?

[Dengen-Goroth]

Yes. Poetry is very very good. Good job!!! Keep the poems comin!

[Talierin]

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*Sorry if your name is not on here, I didn't have room for everyone!*

[Tar-Ancalime]

I wrote this..

When the moon was bright
and elves out lived the deeds of men
Elven maidens could be seen
under the stars dancing in Lothlorien

The golden boughs shown like trinkets
in the clear cool water.
While golden hair shimmered in the faint mooon light.
Elven children froliced and played while flowers sprang beneath thier feet.

Alas, these days faded and soon all the fair folk were gone.
yet we still remember them as we walk through the golden wood
on moonlight nights far away.

I thought of this while watching dr. zhivago(that movie sucks

[Lantarion]

wow, great stuff!!
I'm going to continue with my medieval/monk-theme, as all things from the Middle Ages (except feudalism) rock. Now, No. 3:


In deepest night, in hallroom dank
the curious do wander
For ages past the scholars drank
the mystic words of thunder

The monastery is so crouded
with the priests so young
But in the library, enshrouded
lies mystery long begun

The monk of yore, Ezekiel
the library uncovered
He saw the burning depths of Hell
and heard what Satan uttered

"This earth shall yet belong to me,
my minions await
"The final call to set them free
and to strike the Blessed Gate"

Ezekiel to God did pray
his wisest councels sought
And God did answer back, and say
"This battle must be fought."

For fourteen days and fourteen nights
the skies were streked with flame
The skeletons and corrupted wights
did perish from the shame

A holy bolt of lightning
through the skies did brightly course
The people thought this frightening
as God showed his mighty force

The bolt struck down upon the Gate
that led to burning Hell
All prayed that it was not too late
to save the Earth as well

A crimson spark, an azure wrath
an emerald redemption
Slayed all the evil in its path
and it made no exception

As fire into sky did stride
the wrath of Heaven came
And faced the desperated tide
of Satan's dying reign

The crimson met with the azure
and in the sky did battle
But one thing is now known for sure
all beings did but rattle

The crimson fled, the azure towered
over the defeated flame
And all that Hell had once devoured
was brought to life again

Ezekiel, the holy monk
was praised beyond compare
His golden heart, which once was sunk
felt pride heavenly flare

Of woe and sorrow no one sang
the images are faint
One mem'ry in their hearts now rang
Ezekiel, the Saint


hmm, sorry it was so long, it's difficult to choose the right words, and indeed to end it well. I think I'll focus on monasteries, books, monks, forests, magic, Light and such from now on, and try not to drag Hell into the picture. :)

[Dengen-Goroth]

Wow Pontifex, that was awesome, to say the absolute least. Very well written. Except the second verse did not seem to go by the "pulse" of the poem.

[Aerin]

Great poem, Pontifex! I liked the theme, even though it was a little dark. I like poems that tell a story, but those are more like ballads. Here's one of my favorite ballads.

The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding, riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door

He'd a french cocked hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet
And breeches of brown doe skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle
His boots were up to the thigh
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle
His pistol butts a-twinkle
His rapier hilt a-twinkle
Under the jeweled sky

And over the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn yard
Then he tapped with his whip on the shutter
But all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot
Into her long black hair

One kiss my bonny sweetheart
I'm after a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow gold
Before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
And harry through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
Though Hell should bar the way

He rose upright in his stirrups
He scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement
His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume
Came tumbling over his breast
He kissed its waves in the moonlight
O, sweet waves in the moonlight
He tugged at his reins in the moonlight
And galloped away to the west

He did not come at the dawning
He did not come at noon
And out of the tawny sunset
Before the rise o' the moon
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple moor
A red-coat troop came marching, marching, marching
King George's men came marching
Up to the old inn door

They said no word to the landlord
They drank his ale instead
But they gagged his daughter and bound her
To the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt at the casement
With muskets by their side
There was death at every window
And Hell at one dark window
For Bess could see through the casement
The road that he would ride

They had tied her up to attention
With many a sniggering jest
They bound a musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
Though Hell should bar the way

She twisted her hands behind her
But all the knots held good
She writhed her hands till her fingers
Were wet with sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness
And the hours crawled by like years
Till at last on the stroke of midnight
Cold, on the stroke of midnight
The tip of one finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers

T'lot t'lot had they heard it
The horse's hooves rang clear
T'lot t'lot in the distance
Were they deaf they did not hear
Down the ribbon of moonight
Over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding, riding, riding
The red-coats looked to the priming
She stood up straight and still

T'lot t'lot in the silence
T'lot in the echoing night
Nearer he came and nearer
Her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for a moment
She drew one last deep breath
And her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the moonlight
Shattered her breast in the moonlight
And warned him with her death

He turned and spurred to the west
He did not know she stood
Bowed with her head over musket
Drenched with her own red blood
Not till the dawn he heard it
His face grew grey to hear
How Bess the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black-eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness there

And back he spurred like a madman
Shrieking a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him
And his rapier brandished high
Blood red were the spurs in the golden noon
Wine red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down on the highway
Down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood on the highway
With a bunch of lace at his throat

Still on a winter's night they say
When the wind is in the trees
And the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy seas
And the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple moor
The highwayman comes riding, riding, riding
The highwayman comes riding
Up to the old inn door


Alfred Tennyson

Great ballad, Loreena McKennitt sings it, so I know it. It is a little depressing though.

[Talierin]

Minor corrections: It's called the Highwayman, and it's by Alfred Noyes, not Tennyson.:D That's not the full version of it, either.:D

My favorite poem:

The Lady of Shalott

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky
And thro’ the field the road runs by
To many-tower’d Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round a island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers.
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veil’d
Slide the heavy barges trail’d
By slow horses; and unhail’d
The shallop flitteth silken-sail’d
Skimming down to Camelot.
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to tower’d Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers “Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott.”

II

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro’ a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower’d Camelot:
And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights,
For often thro’ the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights,
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.

III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter’d free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot;
And from his blazon’d baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn’d like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro’ the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;
On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash’d into the crystal mirror,
‘Tirra lirra,’ by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom.
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look’d down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack’d from side to side;
‘The curse is come upon me!’ cried
The Lady of Shalott.

IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower’d Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath the willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse-
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance-
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day,
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right-
The leaves upon her falling light-
Thro’ the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hill and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken’d wholly,
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot;
For ere she reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer:
And they cross’d themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, ‘She has a lovely face;
God in His mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”

[Tar-Ancalime]

what about my poem!? those are all really good i have tons of poetry books hows dis one?

Curious as a child
Wandering within a darkend cave

Innocent as mary
not a sin do i posess (really, I do)

Brave as joan of arc
aware of the peril in my quest

quiet as a franciscian friar
keeping daily to myself

Smart as Robin of Locksley
with my arrow always perfectly notched

Meek as lady Rowena
Holding my tongue until the times come

Vibrant as Rebecca
Bold but never unwise(okay,maybe)

I am a lovely Saxon
oppressed but hopeful
that one days these
Tyrannical Normans
may pitifully fall

Only in my dreams might i feel this
Only in my mind might i think this

I was just done with reading ivanhoe for this poem

[Talierin]

Very nice, Tar! Have you seen the Ivanhoe movie? The one with Anthony Andrews as Ivanhoe. It's good!

[Tar-Ancalime]

thanks i was planning to submit that but it ended up being one line too long so i wouldn't edit (the teacher also bugged me too she lost a 40 point paper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

[GaladrielQueen]

Ok dun laugh.. i wrote this cuz i hafta write something about the hobbits so here it is...

"Hobbits"

Some are small as the baby trees
Some are bigger than bushes
Some are quick as the roadrunners
Some are quicker than the snail (hehe)

Hobbits, hobbits
They run in the tunnels
They live in the tunnels
The hobbits are everywhere around
Surface and the Underground

There's one hobbit
One brave hobbit
His name is Frodo Baggins
Favorite cousin of Bilbo Baggins

His journey is to destroy the ring
Yet, as he walks, Danger sings
"Oh Frodo, Go back."
Yet, he still makes some track

Up and down the hills
Around and around the mountains stills
Straight on the bridges
Over the ridges

The hobbits are brave
Lives they save
Gifts they gave
Celebrations they rave
Good-byes they wave…

[Lantarion]

No, it's not bad. Very merry. :)
Tal, that was a marvelous poem, one of the best I've ever heard. That form of rhyme works better in rap if I try to write it, so I'll stick to the a-b, a-b style:

On a frosty, magic winter's eve
the sky is blue and white
The flakes from Heaven's marble sleeve
now glisten in the night

The torchlight as illuminates
the mystic sight of snow
The guardian of age-old gate
has started to hum low

There's something almost frightening
about the form of frost
The see-through specters whitening
fall silently, as lost

When dawn awakes the dozing ring
the glacial forms of night
Are seen as angels shimmering
they hide, for now, their might

The rays of light glide lightly through
the figures crystalline
The brighest forms will dazzle you
angelic as they seem

But soon the power of the Sun
will overthrow the Moon
The radiant works, flawlessly done
will melt away so soon


Winter is a beautiful thing, that is worthy of a poem.

[Ciryaher]

The blackened skies, o'er head,
The great crimson tides, full of the dead
I stand on the edge of what has been lost,
And I look about and weep at the cost
Thunder rolls beyond in the twilight,
The soldiers of today stand dazed in their plight
What was this thing we have so foolishly lost?
Like a hand of dice, our fortune we tossed
The chances were slim, and when one gambles,
Our reason smothered by a babel of rambles

The edge of the storm, we are still here,
We look down at time in its great mere
Though towers did crumble down,
And kings have wondered at their hard earned crown
We are still here though battered and bruised,
Now through clear waters life may be cruised
But ever is the dark star in the sky,
And we must listen, never heed the great Lie.

[Lantarion]

Great, Cir! Gloomy, but excellent. :cool:

There is a field, a field so green
in elven lands of yore
Where deeds of glory can be seen
enscribed for evermore

The walls of mystic Light are built
by architects unknown
The windows on the marble quilt
are infinitely sewn

A huddled figure, walking fast
proceeds toward the door
His eyes tell stories of the past
that happened on this moor

His raised staff so flashes faint
the Monastery sighs
This man canonly be the Saint
told oft in lullabyes

Upon the door the staff does strike
not once or twice but four
He has not without reason hiked
to this building of lore

The door creaks open noislessly
and beckons to the man
How beautiful can darkness be
that through the ages ran

He steppeth in, robe, hood and all
and stops to see the book
That kept was here before the fall
of Kings that Evil took

Upon the golden pedestal
the scripts do lie in wait
For figures so celestial
alikened to a saint

The monk steps up to golden form
a shiver courses through
Though not alone, he feels forlorn
of things he will yet do

The yellowed, musty pages of
the long-forgotten work
Are hollowed in this place of love
where no shadows do lurk

As the monk reads on and on
the alphabet ignites
The words and phrases, wrought of Sun
the silent dimness bites

Soon from a whisper shouts a voice
a voice of hallowed saint
He had a gift, he had a choice
but all of that seems faint

Now erudite, enlightened so
the Saint to Heaven flees
And Evil cometh, row on row
to be blown away by breeze

[GaladrielQueen]

Dang P... You should publish your poems! :)

Frodo
Rodo
Odo
Dodododododododooo
OoooH!

^ I know it sucks but i m kinda busy lol
:D

[Tar-Ancalime]

that's amazing, like mine GQ

[GaladrielQueen]

Originally posted by Tar-Ancalime
that's amazing, like mine GQ

Say what???

[Tar-Ancalime]

GQ do you like my poems?

[Ciryaher]

They told you the time was right,
You stood wanting for the night,
The world began to fall away,
As your hope became the day,

And the lies, they told you last forever
And the lies, that make the stars burn dim
The falling of the hammer
The sky becomes a clamour

They said not to ever fear,
You knew the battle near,
The skies did overcast,
The time for mirth is now passed,

And the lies, that brought you fame and fortune
And the lies, that take away our pain
The falling of the spark
The mind broods in the dark

They said you had died bravely,
You thought they acted knavely,
The light went out in your eyes,
Fortune's hand did break the dice,

And the lies, you now know were untrue
And the lies, whose heeding you did now rue
The bitter taste of defeat
The life's sadness did repeat

[Tar-Ancalime]

Lord Ciraheyer(sp, you have gloomy poetry

[Dengen-Goroth]

It is beautiful. Gloomy poems may often times convey our civilization, one of tribulations and conquests. Alway we lament.

[Tar-Ancalime]

yeah, come to think my fave poem is...

Two roads diverge in a yellow wood
and sorry i could not travel both
and be one traveler long i stood
and looked down one as far as i could
to where it bent in the undergrowth

I took the other as just as fair
having perhaps the better claim
but as for that the passing there
had worn them really about the same

Both that morning equally lay
as leaves no step had troden black
oh, i kept the first for another day
yet knowing how way leads on to way
i doubted i should ever be coming back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
for somewhere ages and ages hence
two roads diverged in a yellow wood and
i took the road less traveled by
and that has made all the difference

(thanx robert frost)

[Aerin]

I really must say, I am blown away by the poetry on this thread! It's really wonderful! Ciryaher, even though your poems are kind of dark, there is almost a pulse in them. Pontifex, your poem about the winter was really good! I have not really had time to work on the short poems that I have written, but the more good poetry I read, hopefully the easier it will be to write my own. And reading the poems on here will really help! Great job everyone!

[GaladrielQueen]

all i hafta say is "DAmn!!!!"

:D:D:D:D:D

Galadriel

[Ciryaher]

*bows deeply*

I try to atone my poetry to war, or the darker side of humanity (which is becoming more apparent as time passes).

[GaladrielQueen]

It's starry starry night
the moon gives off a glowly light
A man clad in white
A dog that can't bite

Walking down the street...

I ll end this later cuz i gootz goo

[Tar-Ancalime]

those are pretty good,GQ. More of a rap in a sense

[Aerin]

I like poems that illustrate a scene. Some of Ciryaher's and Pontifex's poems seem to almost "spring alive".

Isn't language a beautiful thing? ;)

[Tar-Ancalime]

I luv language,

[Aerin]

I don't mean to be a prude, but that would be "I love language." :D

[Tar-Ancalime]

hmmmm...Tyrannical norman

[Aerin]

Not tyrannical Norman, just a girl who has been reading eight hours a day for the last 10 years.....:D Plus, my mom and grandmother know a lot of grammar, so I have been getting informal grammar lessons for as long as I can remember!

[GaladrielQueen]

On a starry moonless night
A man all covered in white
Strolled down the side of the street
Acting all calm and discreet

Approached a woman, he did
"Lady of the moon," he said
"Thou art more beautiful than the thousand stars"
The Lady with hair as black as tar
Asked the gentleman, "Who art thou"
The man said nothing but bowed
Thus, he walked by
The Lady waved Good-Bye with a star in her eye

Approached a Gentleman, he did
"The lady is waiting for thee," he said
The man standing on a block
Stared at the man, all dumbfounded and lost
"Who art thou, good man?" He asked
"No one but a friend," said he as he basked
In the darkness of the Corner
Singing in a voice of a crooner...

The same gentleman and lady
That was approached got married
In a fortnight
With a dress so white
and a Tux so black
The Newlywedded couple came back
To the same spot
That they met and got
Trapped in love

The Moon shone against the black sky above
The Gentleman of white approached them again
And shook hands with The Lady and The Gentleman
"Have a good life together," He said with a final farewell
Thus, He walked through the Wall

That's the last the lady and the gentleman saw of him.

The End...

:D

[Lantarion]

How romantic, GQ! Great! :)

When rocks begin to crack and break
and frost is in the air
Then Winter comes, like evil snake
and lays the gardens bare

The green and mellow flower yards
once red, yellow and blue
Are but a pile of frozen shards
that far away now flew


No more today, I'm afraid. :D

[Tar-Ancalime]

they're all too good they beat out my saxon- anti norman poem.

[Lantarion]

Ah, but now you have to tell it to us. I'm sure it's very good, and I wouldn't call my poetry that fabulous, it's just relatively deep.
:)

[Tar-Ancalime]

I already did it's afew pages back. yeah well ...well...well.

[Aerin]

I like poetry that not only tells a story, but makes me think about it afterward. I like a lot of the poems in this thread!

[GaladrielQueen]

Tar-Ancalime

I missed ur last reply so im sorry... I LOVE ur poems :) Hope u like mine too :)


GQ :D

[Lantarion]

When skies are grim and soldiers march
to fight the endless fight
This game of death is but a farce
to please the ruthless night

War tears, it rips, it holds in fear
and breaks beyond repair
It wrecks all things that once were dear
it reaps and sows despair

The angered men of ruined lands
try hard to answer back
With shining swords, they tred the sands
and fight with spirits black

But he who is more powerful
doth vanquish, sadly, Light
For scimitars, fashioned from wool
can't rival Sauron's might

But once the Final Battle's fought
and Dark is banished, gone
There dwelleth not an evil thought
and spirits rise with song

:)

[GaladrielQueen]

Good, Pontitix wonderful! :D

GQ

[Tar-Ancalime]

thanx it's really nothing yours are really good too!

[Aerin]

Pontifex, great poem! Keep writing poems like that, you might be able to publish them! :)

[Tar-Ancalime]

tear, he is good i've been published before !

[GaladrielQueen]

Here is a longest one...

"The Light"
By GQ

I sat upright quickly, sweating from the nightmare
I sighed as I calmed myself and saw my cat sleeping there
On the foot of my bed, peacefully
I got out of the bed quietly and unmovable, sullenly
I hated it when I get the nightmares just before my birthdays
No nights are the same as the days…

I sighed again as I grabbed a bottle of Pepsi soda
I screwed off the top and took a swig and went, “Ah”
Refreshed, I remembered that I had to go to the attic, which was freezing due to the chill of the night
I tried to find something that would shine my way up, something bright
I grabbed a small dimmed flashlight that was low on batteries
I slowly went up two flights of stairs and the door to the attic creaked

I let go of the door suddenly, alarmed by the creaky sound
I huffed and got mad at myself for being afraid of something stupid. I was bound
To open the door and go right up and grab the thing I had to get.
I opened the door and out came something, screeching. It was a mouse. I yelled it to “git”
Damned cat of mine, Tolkien, hates mice. I ought to smack the sense back in Tolkien.
I grabbed the string that opens the door and pulled it with all my might. I would’ve seen
Dead bodies fall out of the attic, but there were none. How interesting.

I stepped on one of the step and felt something sting
On my feet so I yelled bloody and hopped on one foot to the bathroom
My ears were blowing steam as I sat angrily on the toilet, promising doom.
I saw it was a splinter. I lost my mind over a splinter? I must be hallucinating.
I got up, threw a bottle of lotion at my not so innocent Tolkien. I got a sting!
I went pacing left to right; the stairs in front of me.

I suddenly remembered that I had slippers under my junk
I ran to my bedroom closet and opened the secret junk door and dug
Out my fluffy soft Reese ® Slippers. It was round
With actual color of a real reese. Oh, thank god. I ran around
The stairs and stopped dead in my track. Tolkien was lying on the base, his head
Was hanging over the bottom edge. Eyes were gone and his head busted open; he was dead.

I screamed bloody murder and whizzed off down the stairs, three at a time
I ran past Grandfather clock and heard its twelfth chime
"Omigod! It's Halloween now,” I thought to myself as I tripped over a damn shadow on the floor
I kicked the thing and switched on the light and screamed another bloody murder.

My poor lab was lying in a pool of black blood, his eyes were gone just like Tolkien
Only this time, his head was across the room where his lifeless bloody body lies. I lay weeping.

I sighed, wiping my eyes dry, only few stray
Tears rolled down my cheeks, making salty trails. I refused to stay
In this bloody haunted house no more.
I scooped up Zosen, my dead dog and swept the blood off the floor
I buried Tolkien with Zosen under the Magnolia tree
Tears came like the waves of the sea

I walked back in the house again
Swamped with undefined pain
I settled down on a comfy loveseat
Put my head between my legs and heard my heart beat
Memories of Zosen and Tolkien’s lives flooded into my mind
Crying, I sang a soft song called “The Light” all the time
It went something like this:

The light of the lights
So white and so bright
Defy all evilness
Bring the goodness
Back to us, back in our arms
Save us, save us from any harm
When the dark descend on us,
You came through and thus,
The sun shone but not bright like thee
You sparkle the world and the sea
With love and goodness…

I stopped and thought of the third sentence.
“Defy all evilness,” I whispered. Hence,
I ran up and got the dimmed flashlight
Smacked the hell out of the bulb and it got bright.
I huffed and took a deep breath and stared in the blackness of the attic
I screamed in the black zone, “I’ve had it!”

I ran up the stairs and stooped down to avoid low beam
I took one glance around and felt a crazy urge to scream
I turned on the flashlight. The first thing it shone on was a sparkly thing
I knew that it was a thing I had to get. It was a vase of light blue that sings
When you shine the light on it. I stumbled on something cold and wet
I didn’t want to look but I had to. I moved the light to it and wished I wouldn’t fret
And yell a bloody murder again. I saw it was a very damp wood.
I sighed a sigh of relief and slowly stood

Up, just behind the beam and got onto all fours
And started crawling forward
Toward the Vase of Light. As I passed the Chest of Evilness,
I sighed and shook my head at what was in the Chest of Evilness and smiled at the goodness
That the Vase showed. I heard something clatter. I looked in the way the Vase were
And lost my mind for the wood under the Vase were cracking due to my weight. I didn’t know how to get there
And how to get the damned vase over here!

I gasped once, twice, thrice. I closed my eyes and begged the wood god to not break
I crawled again, putting my life at risk, praying to God for my sake.
I grabbed the vase and crawled the hell out of the attic of doom
When I got out, I hear a thundering boom
I ran in my bedroom and saw the Chest of Evilness was rising in air in my room
I grabbed a damned tip-broken broom
And swatted the heck out of the Chest, shoving it out of my window
I shoved at the Chest with all of my might; the Chest was like a crescendo.

I screamed bloody murder for one last time before the Chest exploded outside
I ran out and saw the Chest pieces flying. Satisfied, I went back inside
And lightened up the Vase of Light, turned on my TV
And started watching about the sailboat stranded on the sea.
Thus, I fell back asleep.

The End


Hope you guys like it cuz it's almost halloween :)

[Ciryaher]

Thats almost as freaky as Poe, GQ ;)

He stands upon the hill
His trumpet winding shrill
A staff smote sharply on the ground
The hill with fire was crowned

The earth did tremor and shake
The wind and sky did quake
Blackness filled the sky
The stars began to die

A roar across the land
Erasing with firey brand
Time begins to slow
The liquid stone did flow

With a mighty blast and cataclysm
The earth and sky did lose their schism
Destruction was heaved into the air
The horn of doom does now blare

The cracking earth, the splitting stone
Molten tendrils eat even bone
Cities burn down to the ground
Rocks and bombs the buildings pound

Choking clouds caress the street
The poisoned water burns the feet
The time is gone for joy and mirth
As fire rains down in Hell on Earth.

[Lantarion]

yipe, scary! :eek:

On a mystic, foggy midnight plain
the dead walk from their graves
He who sees them will go insane
from seing them in waves

The companies of evil wights
that travel as though spirits bright
through mist and fog, the essense white
and flock to meet the coming night

As skeletons from depths of Hell
do come and take this earth to dwell
the world will huff and puff and swell
as Darkness rings its mellow bell

But out of deepest, darkest night
a saviour, all clothed in Light
will come in form of mystic knight
and challenge all, the evil fight

With azure spark and crimson flash
the evil far away will dash
the burning, hated, evil gash
will soon be a mem'ry of the past

'The Hallowed' by KS
:D

[Tar-Ancalime]

The morning has arisen yet no sun has come
than your tired mind realizes the hour of nigh has really come
Unusually depressed you walk through ancient gardens
pondering apoun the days when light shown through
Alas mordor came and shut out the light
that i've grown so used to.
The walls are now a deathly pale
the sea is now a mucky grey
The leaves on the trees wither away
My tears are silent yet still there
My hope seems depelted, yet slightly glimering
Will Gondor live through the second darkness?

[GaladrielQueen]

took me a day to write it all, Ciry :)

GQ

[Tar-Ancalime]

like all class time GQ,those are the best times to write

[GaladrielQueen]

thatz so true

[Tar-Ancalime]

lol,like my latest work

[Jahrdur]

Those are great! I certainly could never write anything so well... :)

[Chippy]

me either

[Tar-Ancalime]

au,sure you could just don't pay attention to that boring math lesson

[Jahrdur]

I like Pontifex and Ciryaher's poems, but (frankly) I don't like any of the others. They seem too, hastily written. Like they were written for the sole purpose of being written. They don't tell a story, or convey a feeling or emotion.

Now I write a bit of poetry, and it isn't that good (like I said) but at least it shows what I feel, and isn't just there to be there.

[Tar-Ancalime]

yes they do they're just written in a different style less like a ballad.

[Jahrdur]

A ballad? I don't think the poems about death and destruction fall under the category of 'ballad'.

BTW, use some puncuation for Allah's sake, I can hardly understand what you are trying to say...

[Tar-Ancalime]

Ok,howz this? A ballad is a poem that tells a story, cir and ponty,jusy happen to be telling storys of death and utter destruction. Mine however have hidden meanings.(plus, don't take up half the bloody page)

[Jahrdur]

Use the spacebar and I will be satisfied.

[Tar-Ancalime]

hmph! No i won't change it for you,and yes the only thing i will contribute now is, decorating ideas for mordor. I didn't know you were islamic. thats so kush,isn't this Ramadan err something

[Jahrdur]

I can't understand a word you are saying. All I caught was 'kush' and 'Ramadan'.

I do fast, but I don't think there is anything that says you can't use the computer.

[Tar-Ancalime]

oh, ignore the rest you can't read.So do you object to me having a say in the government? Why?

[Chippy]

Tar .u were a nice little girl once.... but ever since u went to the dark side u have been mean..

:D not taking any sides here


only joking....:)

[Chippy]

here is peom which i have not yet finished ..maybe u can finish it of


Deep Deep in the lands of no where
lies a pile of rocks
no one has touched them and no one has been there
they just lie there frozen and cold
but they lie happy in a way
for their story has not been told

and i don't know what should be next ..maybe i will figure it out tomorrow in maths class..
i thought of a last line for the poem:
for every rock and stone has a great story which can't be told

i wrote this just then, while listening to the lotr trailer

[Lantarion]

That sounds pretty good, Chippy. The rhyme order is a bit off, but the story and the word choise is good. Not that I'm an expert or anything, that's just my opinion. :)

In a strange and very distant place
a contest was begun
It seemed as though it was a race
of whose poems were sung

Hence many people poems wrote
and tried to win the rest
And most of them did cross the moat
t'was hard to choose the best

But lyrics are not hard to write
if even I can rhyme
The story is what holds the might
and makes the spirit chime

So think about what you write, and when you have a good idea for a story, only then concentrate on the wording and the rhyme. That's how I do it anyway, and I am very flattered to hear that my poems have had such a positive effect. Thank you. :)

[Tar-Ancalime]

lol, chippy i am quite evil..:p :cool:

[Aerin]

Can we keep this thread on the subject it started on? Poetry? I really enjoy reading poems, even though I don't contribute. However you wish to classify the poems, I still like them! :)

[Tar-Ancalime]

ok

The night sky was dark
the moon shown not
The stars seemed gone
what have we become?
The once stary sky now starless
the once gleaming moon now gleamless
caused by our own laziness.
What have we become

[Dengen-Goroth]

Ahh Tar, your poems are as lovely as you. I would write one, but right now I am working on a project while at the same time being on here. So can't quite get to it. Nice poem Chippy. And good job everyone in general.

[Lantarion]

When long ago, and far away
an elf wandered through lands
When nobody could keep at bay
the yearning, hallowed hands

There was an age old edifice
that taught the willing scribe
And novices were filled with bliss
as yore became the vibe

From dusty books and agéd scripts
the scholars drank their fill
And magic arts were like great gifts
required aught but will

One monk was soon a skilled young elf
who knew the books right through
There was not any single shelf
he had not hurried to

But soon his spirit yearned for more
than musty volumes thick
And through the air he wished to soar
and conjure snake from stick

So on a foggy autumn's more
he snuck out from his dwelling
His spirit was acramped with lore
how much, there was no telling

The eaves of olden forest dark
were soon within his sight
Here sang not thrush not pretty lark
but trees showed all their height

But Elrion did not return
from within the ancient wood
He now resides inside an urn
as none so gifted should

'Impetuosity', by KS

[Tar-Ancalime]

thanx, Dengen, most handsome Dengen, I try

[GaladrielQueen]

The night is cool.
I am in the mood to poop on that stool.
But I can't for I'm not a dog
But a cat. A cat knows what is right and wrong.

Halloween is my night for I'm black
and a cat, I'm going to catch a ride back
To my regular home. Halloweentown, that is
I don't spit like a rabid cat but i do hiss

*Meow*

I know I'm not making sense...I'm a cat, after all.
No reason to panic after a talking cat or you'll fall
down on a muddy puddle or down a well
So watch your step, my friend, for You can yell
But not one soul can hear thee
for the roaring sound of the sea
is the deafening sound of the night.

Fear not, my friend! I will save thee!
But the water! I rather not be wet, you see..
Cats are afraid of water! But not me! Come, my darling, See?
Let's get a rope! A long rope that is. She shall shine for me.
The moon, that is. The Night is young!
Let's make the right go wrong!
Forget the rope. Let's grab a ride on the broom
Of the Witch of the West! Then we shall go to my room
And sleep until Halloween is done..
And I'm going back to be one
Of the normal cats once again.
Have a good halloween, my friend!

[Lantarion]

The eagles in the sky do float
and soar with dignity
They do not see the giant oak
and crash into the tree

And lions with their furcoats white
who dwell up in the North
Have been deprieved of flawless sight
and oft crash into dwarf

And dragons with their mighty wings
and pyrotechnics great
Will scorch themselves, and other things
with flames that do not wait

So as you see, all living fames
that seem potent and strong
Are very good at being lame
and doing things quite wrong

:D I'm switching to comedy for a bit. :D

[Aerin]

Lol, I love your poem, Ponty! You should keep at the comedic side for a while! :)

[Kementari]

ok, I have just read over this thread. Ponti and Ciri you are both extremely talented! I can't believe it! :)

Pontifex your last poem was one of the best ones i have ever heard! :)
LOL!

[GaladrielQueen]

LOL@PONTY

[Strider]

from the dark armor of the doomed,
you can hear their heart beating,
the drums of war go boom,
neither side gives thought of retreating,
as sword clash,
as men die,
as sheilds crash,
as men vie,
each other's thoats,
are not open and exposed,
but armored and spiked,
while the men of light strike...

[GaladrielQueen]

One warm autumny morning
A rooster crowed when the sun was dawning
The cock-a-la-doo woke up the old cow, Bessie

Bessie moo'ed for she was asleep
Until that stupid rooster crowed!
Bessie woke up her mate, the bull, Scrow.

Scrow disliked to be awaken so Scrow went outside
"Hey, Beaky, Keep it down or say it inside
The chicken house!" Scrow snorted to the King

The King squawked, "Thou artn not the king, I am!" *Pling!*
The King spat on one of Scrow's once-clean horn
Scrow was annoyed and he was torn
between wanting to pick King's meat off of his bones
or wanting to stomp on the King. Thus, he groaned
and went back inside with bessie.

Bessie asked Scrow if everything was alright
For Scrow's golden clean horn had a white
spot on it and it smelled of spit
Scrow told Bessie everything. Bessie threw a fit
and ran outside and dared the King to come down.
The King did so; Bessie taunted him around the town
That his voice was too squeaky and lost its charm

Bessie moo'ed with a smooth voice, a song
that caught King's attention so he asked her
"Please, Fair lady, help me sound smooth just like your fur,
And I'll do anything for thee!" The King Pleaded

Bessie told the King to do this or it'll not be successed
"Go 4 miles up the road to the Woods. There you will meet an crocdile,
He'll make thee a good meal that will have you singing." She said as she smiled.

The king went 4 miles up the road and into the woods.
There he met a crocdile called Hoods.
"Please, O' great sir, make my voice smoother." The King Pleaded.
Hoods nodded, "King, you must crawl inside my jaws for inside is my magic voice box that you may need"

King thought for a while and agreed.Hoods opened his jaws wide and big
King put his right feet in the cave of sharp tooths. No sound, not a twig
broke while the King crawled in. Suddenly, hoods snapped his jaws closed.
The King were screaming inside Hoods' jaws, "Help! Help!"

4 miles down the road, Scrow and Bessie smiled at each other. Scrow wanted to know what she said.
"I told The King that Hoods would make a meal for him. I didn't say that He would be a meal, himself."

:D Funny? :D

[Strider]

hmm, i don't have an affinity for the humor poems, but yeah, hat one was kinda funny. i liked the war ones, they are so similar to tolkien's...

[Lantarion]

So wonderful is golden beer
that takes so long to make
Too much and it comes out your ear,
too much and you won't wake

A little bit, when served with sup
is quite alright with me
But if the stuff does brim your cup
you'll be singing in a tree

The world is such a pretty place
and worthy of a look
But if you cannot tie your lace
you'll trip into the brook

Intoxication feels just fine
but if the music plays
Not in the air, but in your mind
you'll sleep the next three days

:D

[Lantarion]

We've caught a prize who passed us by
Bind and tie!
Bind and tie!

Take off your phony golden crown
We'll take you down!
We'll take you down!

You'll walk where bones lie bleak and bare
We'll take you there!
We'll take you there!

To hallways dark and tunnels black
You won't come back!
You won't come back!

Where shadows sing a sordid tune
They'll judge your doom!
They'll judge your doom!

How did you come to wander here
Where dark things leer!
Where dark things leer!

"I am your king you foolish twits!"
On throne he sits!
On throne he sits!

"Forgive us lord, we did not see!"
Away we flee!
Away we flee!

So even though the dark one sings
They're foolish things!
They're foolish things!

:D I just read the Hobbit, and this type of poem seems the most amusing. :)

[Lantarion]

C'mon, ppl! More great poems!!

[Lantarion]

Here's one that I wrote in an imaginary Old form of English:


A daintie thatt be scrumpitlys
maye not be maide fore thee
A foode that isz youre minde ov bliss
you’ll soone find out tu bé

Iff it be tale ov hare with saus
ore oisters that youe crave
Be not atakenn at a loss
but be nowe stouthe and breiv

This dishe has been fiksed upp fore youe
and just fore youre delithe
And stickk thee to thees wordz lík glu
This isz youre ideal bite


Heh. I was just fooling around, and decided to write a food-'spell'. It was going to be in a story I might write, but that's later. :)

[Rubie]

One of my good friend wrote this:

The Night of Sirens

Upstairs in my bedroom
Watching the TV showing a man about to fall to his doom
She came in, looking angry and upset.
I ignored her for she was short-tempered. I didn’t want to get
Into another argument with her for I don’t like it at all.
She turned off the TV and stared at me while I watched the wall

Change colors from white to off-white due to the light.
She spoke to me in a language I couldn’t understand.
I muttered under my breath that I didn’t understand her but she put up her hand
As in silencing me. I refused to be treated like a slave being quieted down.
I sat up angrily and speaking in a sharp tone that I don’t like to be disown.
She ordered me to get off the bed and get out of the room
I didn’t for she didn’t ask me nicely. And I wasn’t going to be send to a tomb
Of a basement for doing nothing. She got more madder
And started to get physical with me. Inside I was getting sadder
For we were not bonding anymore. It was all gone.

We were friends beyond anything when we first met, now it’s done.
We used to hang out and tell jokes, now it’s only one
That tells lies and one that tells nothing. I felt all alone and undone
For I needed a friend I can talk to.
She suddenly jumped on me and kept screaming “Who is the boss?” True,
I was scared but I stayed calm and answered, “No one.” At that,
She threw me off the bed and onto the floor, knocking the wind out of me. I hissed like a cat,
Warning her if she hurt me, she will get in trouble with the law for no one should hurt the child.
She said she didn’t care and that she wasn’t afraid of anything. She was wild
With rage and hatred for me even through I did no such wrong things.
I had rights to do things that are right for me such as stay the way I am. My head felt like it was hung on a string.

I struggled to get up. Unfortunately, she jumped back on me and knocked me over with something hard.
I tried to see what hit me but I couldn’t for my eye was already swollen with pain. I turned the last card
And it read, “Defend”. That, I did. I bit her shoulder and she bit my face.
I tried to fight back but she was fast and heavy. I tried to match her pace
But I failed for I was weak after the first fight before this. I covered my face and pushed her off of me.
I hardly could see but I felt blood in my mouth so I threw books at her. I threw anything I could get my hands on. I hardly can see
But I could feel that she was going toward me again so I grabbed the tall lamp pole
And brandished it in front of her but she ran to the telephone and dialed 9-1-1. I wanna roll
But I couldn’t for my ribs were racked with undefined pain. “Oh damn.” was all I could say
As I crawled in the folding closet and cried for a long time. Wishing it was a day
That would’ve been better. The police arrived, took me to the ambulance and I was rushed
To the CCMC hospital. There, I wept myself to sleep. The room was hushed
With darkness and peace. I was safe but harmed for the first and the last time.

Hopefully.

Very Sad But True...

Rubie ;)

[GaladrielQueen]

He Who Care.

He wears polo shirts of different colors but never wears ties.
His favorite candy is Reese’s candy and his favorite color is blue as the sky.
Sure, he may be colorblind,
But he sure knows how to see the true colors, never mind his sight.
He’s a True guy. Believe me, my friend…
When you meet him, you would like to meet him again.

How he sees them? It’s simple: He cares.
He gives you easy works but demand good answers.
He almost always had chewing gum on him
Or something sweet that he likes to keep to himself. Let’s skim
Down who he really is. He’s my friend, a close one.
He gives me chances to catch up my homework unless it’s done.

He always hikes up his slacks,
Somehow it’s always amazing that through he lacks
Into seeing good colors, he can match his clothes sometimes without help
He can tame a small mean pitbull without letting out a yelp
But he gets scared when he sees a fake lion on Susan’s shoulder moving!
He’s a guy with a good sense of humor that will get you hooting
Until you drop to your knees, begging him to stop
Hey, He’s gonna have you standing atop
Of the number uno championship if ya trust him…

I do :D

[Lantarion]

hmm, I believe these are more short stories than poems..

[Tar-Ancalime]

just northwest of the oaken grove
just south of the long wheat fields
Lies a place of dreams and daylilies
Under the willow tree
I read and dream of things so outlandish
as outlandish as the stars.
Of elves men and dwarven lords.
for hours i dream amidst the wildflowers
All day i dream after my lessons of the long days of summer that left us now. dreams and dreams float by as my not so precious time gets wasted

[GaladrielQueen]

He who dareth to climb my vines,
who dareth to swim across my river,
Show yourself! I care not of your face
For I want to see your bravery in person

He who dareth to sit on my porch
Late at night to see me sleep
Who dareth to leave one blue rose by my window
Every morning with a note,
Show yourself! I care not of your strengh!
For I want to meet the bravery face-to-face

O' wonderful Daring knight
Won't you carry me through the night?
O' wonderful Knight,
Show yourself!

[Lantarion]

The drums ignite the vehemence
that wells inside my brain-cells dense
They tell my mind to burn and kill
but crops it is that I would till

I do not feel hostility
towards the men that hunt for me
Before the war I had no grudge
but now their deed is utmost judge

My once benign and peaceful mind
has been by officers besigned
The hatred that engulfeth me
doth make me blind, I cannot see

I kill, I slay, I lay to waste
obey with mechanical haste
The innocent that lie deceased
will haunt me, till I am at peace

And then, one day, I'll rise from sleep
and wake to find remorese, and weep
A war is nought but evil task
serenity is all I ask

'The Soldier', by KS

[Rubie]

"Dragons Call"

We sleep with the dragons,
in the hidden lair.
We sing their call,
in our every prayer.

Threw our eyes,
their world is clear.
Their forgotten song,
our heart can hear.

They guide our way,
threw the darkest night.
We use their wisdom,
to give us sight.

Threw our voice,
you hear their cries.
Their fire can be seen,
deep in our eyes.

They are alive,
deep in our minds.
In us the dragon,
you can find.

[Ciryaher]

The world turns round
Yet here I remain
People run about wildly
Yet for me things stay the same

The sun and stars pass over head
But my feet are rooted firmly
Leaves turn and fall
Yet I am ever unchanged

People are fickle
Can't remember the past
They flow down the river of time
But I sit on the shore and watch them pass

They fight and die
They live and pray
I stand upright looking forward and back
For Janus I am.

[GaladrielQueen]

like whoa, Ciry! That's .... Wow...

[Lantarion]

The sunlight flickers through the leaves
and dances on the ancient eaves
The mid-day heat is beating down
upon the tower of renown

Creatures scamper here and there
where roads are o'ergrown with wear
The yellowed leaves that Autumn fells
shine their light in dim-lit dells

A waterfall, a sparkling well
a rainbow, arching, rings a bell
The air is filled with visions sweet
a bird sings in its towering seat

At night the moon shines brilliantly,
and casts a spell of solemnity
The forest spills with light so blue
no man can this creation undo

'An Ode to a Summer Forest' by KS

[Ciryaher]

Sorry about the length, but here goes

You say that you don't know
The words don't seem right
Rules got tossed out the window
They stormed down the streets
I looked and found that you weren't there
You swore you'd stay and fight

So now I'm standin' all alone
Without friend or comrade near
I said it then, I'll say it now
The truth to which I'll vow:

It wasn't me
That told you things would just come easy
It wasn't me
That told you things would not get rough

Now that it's all over
You say you still don't care
I've heard you when you're cryin'
But you weren't even there
When bullets started flyin'
You high-tailed it to God knows where
But when I saw our men dying
I wondered if you'd care

So there I was, all alone
Without friend or comrade near
I said it once, I'll say it again
It's nothing but the truth. Amen:

It wasn't me
That tried to kick you when you were down
It wasn't me
That left you when you nearly drowned

Years slipped underneath the bridge
Why'd you go speeding down?
Now you lay and bed and stare
The world is getting awful cold
The lampshade's gone, now you're blinded by the glare
I come and see you're grey and old
And now I see what is wrong--you should have lived your life

Now I'm really am all alone
Without friend or comrade near
I said it then, I'm saying again
It's all purely fact, so write it with a pen:

Wasn't it me?
That always lent a helping hand
Wasn't it me?
That left your troubles, and called you friend
Wasn't it you?
That pushed me to the back
Wasn't it you?
That made me catch the flak

You said that you would get me back
For what? I cannot conclude
I wept as I bent my spine, carrying you
Into the ground your ashen case did go
But all my good intentions...might you have misconstrued?
And a bit above your body, the grass will later grow

I thought I might be all alone
Now new friends and comrades near
I said it then, I'll say it twice
The truth of which I promise:

It wasn't me
That told you to run away
It wasn't me
That put notions in your head
It was me
That lived and didn't have to pay
It was me
That forgave you for having fled

I've gotten really tired, of thinking about you
I have long since observed
After all of the **** you'd to put me through
That you were taking all the credit, that I actually deserved
And now I'm rather angry
That you fooled me all the time

So here I am without you
I'll think of you no more
My flight leaves at ten-oh-two
And it's past nine fifty-four
So here is my big farewell, I hope it suits you fine
And I don't care how cruel it may sound
But it's lucky for the world you were the last of your line
And I hope you'll enjoy the weather; deep beneath the ground.

[Lantarion]

*sniff* Deep & touching, to say the least.

The night is dark, a silent black
it glistens on my weighed-down back
I trudge on down the wet, dark street
and think of dear things through the sleet

The wet, abrasive flecks of rain
I turn to snow within my brain
And soon the road is thick and white,
a beautiful and touching sight

The spheres of light illuminate
the flecks of snow that dance in wait
Of traveler to pass them by
and carry them to places high

A breeze of freezing, winter air
sets the mood beyond compare
The lamplight glitters through the mist
a mem'ry of a summer's kiss

The road ahead, the town behind
a choise of comfort, long resigned
It tempts me, but I look away
and walk on into the gray-white fray

The road before me beckons sweet
the free-of-ware and unused street
You have to sow that which you reap
I've miles to go before I sleep

[I know, Robert Frost. :)]

[JanitorofAngmar]

Here's mine:

cats and rats
Cats and Rats
Cats and Rats wear hats,
Then I crushed thier tiny skulls,
And that's the end of that.

*Bow*

JoA

[Tar-Ancalime]

Long stories are Lovely,
by fireside and friends.
Short stories are sassy,
for brisk morning walks.
Little dittys are cute,
much like this one.
Personally I'm tierd,
so this had no point.
Good night

[Lantarion]

Very catchy and to-the-point. Nice. :)
JoA, you are a sick, sick man. :D

A meadow, flat and plain for miles
attracts the sun, who smugly smiles
The green and flowing stretch of grass
is all one great beautiful mass

The sun beats down and warms the field
there is no layer, guard or shield
A breeze flits through, and shakes the sleep
out of their slow, fugatious keep

A chilly gasp of autumn air
cools the burning fields out there
The falling leaves cover the plain
and onward steps the freezing rain

It chills the stems and freezes tufts
of brown-green grass that shakes enough
Soon brutally is sweeps the land
and buries all in a deep, wet sand

The water freezes into ice
and causes undue grief for mice
The rain has transformed into snow
and mounts the drumlins, row on row

Soon the land is overlain
the blades of grass are long since slain
But all the crystalline bright mounts
sparkle white, and Fate's mind counts

[Tar-Ancalime]

Thanx a bunch
O' Monty pythonish one
It wasn't that much I assure you.

[Luna]

Mist Upon The Mountain

Mist upon the mountain forming,
curls round the grave in a phantom warning
Stars break free in deepened twilight
Moon rises red and brings on the night

Foxglove, the belladonna and deadly
nightshade
The solemn eyes watch as the
game is played

Mist grows thick and takes a fabulous
shape
now eyes like swampfire and the smiling
mouth gapes

here on the mountain, death is king
this creature awaits, promises of
hell it will bring

Diseased madman, corpse of insanity
take you with him forever, this thing
that should not be.

Crooked bony arm ending in a rotted fist,
holds for all time
The Mountain of Mist.

--2001

[Lantarion]

*gapes open-mouthed at Luna* :eek:

A sanctuary for my mind
and for my past, long left behind
A safekeep for my secret thoughts
that by my knowledge have been signed

The candles that illuminate
the crucifix and murals great
They sound a silent tune of peace
that all does evil compensate

The pages; yellow, cracked and worn
declare their message like a horn
The scholars, monks and priests of old
read the teachings without scorn

A powerful and ancient mode
is writing, news that can be told
Over and over, once again
and strengthen minds to spirits bold

--Scriptum mirabilis est

[Luna]

You write very well, Pontifex.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Right now it's december
and what I can't understand is why there's no snow in Indiana-land
It's like a great mystery (one of the best)
But there's no snow and it's 68
It feels depressing and highly annoying
that my birthday month is snowless
as august.
What can I do just a maiden am i
to get the fresh winter snows to fall from the sky???

[Luna]

I hear everything
and yet know nothing

like standing on a cliff,
wondering whats below

can't really see it
can't really know

is this fiction or truth?
what is the Rule?

Come, sit beside me.
Be silent, if that's your wish.

No, I don't know your mind.
Especially when you close it
from me.

Silent in your tower
the weary king
I knock, I plead
still you don't allow
the door to open.

Me on this cliff,
back down or jump
into the unknown?

dark king,
says everything
reveals nothing

how can I gain
entrance........

when the tower comes
crashing down.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Ariana, the last of the elven queens
sat amid her woodland home
seeing all the fair glorious trees
from her tower atop the hill.
she looked at the clear crisp sky
and saw the stars and heavens above
but when she looked east she stared in dismay
as a threatening shadow moved her way
recalling the days of the late third age
she remembered a shadow much like that
after a ring of simple gold
like lightning she ran to her horse
to meet a king as corrupt as he looked...

To be continued(by me prefribly)

[Lantarion]

The wind that whistles silently
and rages past like angered glee
My steed, he pants and rushes on
within the mountains by the sea

A mist has sttled far below
a faint, inviting sort of glow
But he who bears me runs on fast
what drives him on, I do not know

Passing into thickened air
reflects the moon's defrightful stare
And through the whispy breaths of breeze
I sense the moonlight's presence there

And now upon a summit tall
stands proud a tower that will fall
Beneath the swirling jaws of Fate
the noble spire soon will call

I gallop on, and urge my steed
to carry on with hastened speed
It might be late to save the home
where many ages Past has bode

I reach the foot of crownéd hill
and watch the great, wide window-sill
And up, above the walls of stone
now stands a figure, quiet and still

I turn around, and slowly reach
a point which I did not dare breach
I sternly travel with mind set
for which I hope that I can teach

[Tar-Ancalime]

Ariana's steed rode against the howling winds
as she passed the the Ilithulien forests
she looked as a blur to all that she passed by
with urgency she traveled, as fast as she could
to meet this gondorian king and
discuss the stakes of war
When she neared the the dwarven rebuilt seven walled city
she saw a strange monument being taken up
one with architecture she had never seen
When she approached the seventh gate
she was abruptly stopped by the brutish gate keeper
"password" he said as if she was an enemy.
Ariana said,"Password,I need not for the message is urgent, and I request an audience with the king."
the gate keeper replied "your ears a pointed are they not, none of the elvish kind are permitted,for they spin evil webs of sorcery"
Ariana said with the great fear in her voice,"I MUST see the king"
The gatekeeper replied,"indeed you will, foreign devil, as a prisoner..."

To be continued...(by me)

[Orin]

There once was a wizard from Harad,
no wait...
There once was a hobbit named Bilbo,
no wait...
bebother and confusticate poetry
I always skipped over the songs and poems anyway.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Orin, do ya like my story/poem???

I do:D

[Luna]

Storm brings rain, falling in great drops
upon the earth
Still the beat of hooves never ceases
The creak of leather never stills
by night or by day the hunt is on;
it does not end til blood paints the blade

Only then shall victory be at hand
when evil succumbs, and the riders rest
when Peace at last
tames the land.

------12/09/02

[Wyvern]

Note:I'm just making this up right now, so well...yeah.


The Great Darkness by Nick S. (Me =)

Contrasting, absorbing, seeking, destroying.
The gift of darkness is given to the peasents and the king.
It will seek you out, swallow you whole
you will be trapped and blinded like a mole.

The fear will envelope and kill
rise from a bump to a hill.
Many will run, many shall die, until it comes to claim us all
it will raise it's mighty head, and give way with a mighty call.

Creatures of the night shall tear forth, and destroy everything.
Even the armies of a last standing might king.
The darkness will come, scout the lands for any meal.
Nothing will be left, nothing fake nor real.

Contrasting, absorbing, seeking, destroying.
The great darkness will come
with it's tone of death locked in a deadly hum.
It cannot be resisted, it is our fate
to be covered with the filth and dirt that is our hate.


Wyvern

[Tar-Ancalime]

Ariana the elven queen was brought before
a dying king and a curropted lord.
As she studied their faces,
filled with hate,
at her pointed ears she happened to possess.
King Boromir asked her name and told her to state her case.
"I am Ariana, the elf queen of ilthilen, I come to inform you of a deadly shadow slowly moving west"
"Why should he listen to you, foul sorcress???"
"Ahh, Grimpond, I see your father taught you well, to bring a king closer to the deathbed than he's ever been."
"Sorcress, you cannot fool this king, he knows of your elven magic." he said with great disdain.
" I possess no magic," Ariana replied.
"but I beg him to listen and create a defence, if one can stop it."
The lord stood tall and gruesome,
"get this whore out of my sight, and make sure she dies at midnight to night."...

to be continued; by me if you need a reminder

[Lantarion]

That's ok, Wyvern, I make all mine up as I go along! Yipes, your poem was quite thrilling..:eek:
Tar, are you writing a saga? That sounds like some Norse myth! Great!

[Tar-Ancalime]

the putrid hands of evil men rudely escorted ariana down
the thousands of stairs to her dank and dreary dungeon.
As Ariana was hureled against the stone cold wall
she watched the seconds unfurl by as she sang songs in the gentle eleven tounge(sp?).
Suddenly a voice cried out from a corner,
"please, if you mean to entertain us lowly ones, please do it in common speach so we all understand."
Ariana replied "ahh, a hobbit and by your talk from the shire."
"yes" replied the little person "Faramir's me name, and I hope to help your elvishness escape"
"why thank you for your offer, but how I wonder??"
"thank you for asking, why just the other day, I discovered a loose stone slab in the wet prison walls."
And soon they escaped the elf and hobbit to discover the next journey and the next yonder.

To be continued:Yes, ponti the old norse sagas the best book in folklore and fact yet.

[Wyvern]

Thrilling? Thanks!

I didn't like it that much, it needs more description.

Oh well, I'd write up one right now but I am hungry.

Later

Wyvern

[Luna]

(something different)



Jabberwocky `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
`Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

`And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

[Talierin]

I have the Jabberwocky memorized! Great poem!

"One two! One two! and through and through
the vorpal blade went snicker snack!
He left it dead and with its head
he went galumphing back!"

[Lantarion]

Very nice, Tal. Try the Children's section. :D j/k
WHAT?! Tar, you obviously haven't read the Kalevala, if you think that Norse myths are the greatest. Sure, they're all cool with their mystical names and cool gods, but what about a plot? :)

[Talierin]

Don't you think it's a little violent for the children's section? Nevermind, you're the grand master of poetry, I shall publish it where you say!:D

Hmm, I really stink at poetry... art is more my thing, and comp most of all!

[Lantarion]

I didn't mean to insult your poetry, Tal, sorry. It was just quite jolly, and short.
Hmm, Pontifex, "Grand Master of Poetry".. Nice ring to it, I think! :D

[Tar-Ancalime]

As the hobbit and elf passed through corrridors abroad
bits and peices of friendly converstation bounced off the cold stone walls.
They dwelt on thier homeland and the joys of going back
when a fork came,
the light coversation stopped and the seriousness of the journey was brought forward.
"Ariana, why would an elf, not to mention a fugitive come all the way to Minas tirith?"
"Faramir, I've been quite quiet on why I came, but to be perfectly frank it's a concern, a shadow, shall we say."
"Sorry, don't really follow ariana?"
"The shadow of the dark lord has popped up to say hello again, apparently my gonorian neighbors, are now in leauge with the enemy"
Faramir had a look of shock as if 1000 orc arrows had peirced his light heart.
" I had the same response," yet faramir did not say this for his voice was too deep.
"who are you?" squeaked ariana.
"A friend, and you?" replied a barley visible man.
" A friend... I mean an...elven queen," Ariana managed to stutter through.
" Do not fear for your life, I too am an outlaw type."
"Elf"
"no an exiled prince, I intend to assist you but do not seek help from anyone here."
" umm...I gathered that when they said off with my head"
" Sir... I'm afraid I know not your name, mine is Ariana."
" Anarion, pleased to meet you fair ariana."
"Anarion, we must depart, here's me friend Faramir, where do we go?"
"Northwest to Rohans golden halls lets not let them be seduced as well."
Off they went with an exiled prince, an elven queen and a hobbit to the golden halls of rohan.

to be continued...Ponti is this better???

[Luna]

Must have been a hard poem to memorize! I don't know it by heart, but it's a favorite of mine, especially when read aloud. O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! I think I need to memorize that to shout in moments of great joy. :)

[Talierin]

Actually, it only took me about a day, funny enough! Now if I could only memorize the Lady of Shalott in that time! It took my mom a month to memorize it, repeating it to herself coming and going from school.

[Wyvern]

Another poem by me:

The Warrior
---------------
O', it twas a day many score ago,
when the rivers, air and life moved in a flow.
The tree's swayed in every motion,
the sea and the ocean.

O', the birds flew and sung in the peaceful sun,
it twas alive back then, all it twas was fun.
Peace remained everywhere, no trace of ill was found,
not even by the nose of a great blood hound.

O', it twas the day when it happened and now you will hear.
Feelings of dread and despare drew near.
Everything stoped all of a sudden in the lands,
all the rivers, the air and the life, all at the wave of his hands.

O', the dark lord had come to haunt all,
the lands begain to fail and fall.
Everything whitered and died
everything that stood up, ran and hide.

O', now we live in fear of the lord,
waiting for us to take arms and challenge him with the sword.
Now we wait for the warrior to come and save the race,
and destroy the dark one with a blow to the face.
---------------------
Again, I made this up on the spot..hehe,

Please, all opinions are welcome!


Wyvern

[Lantarion]

GQ, I'm not even going to comment on that.. :mad:
Wyvern, that was quite good! I really liked the rhyming, but the beat was a bit difficult. Very good to have been invented on the spot. :)
The Lost King

There is a storage room somewhere;
an heirloom of great strength lies there
A silver lock keeps evil out
and a penetrating, greedy stare

The lock is turned, a cracking sound
is heard as key falls on the ground
The door swings open noisily
the gates with silver and gold are bound

A ray of light enters the room
a glimmer of a distant doom
The figure steps some paces forth
and studies symbols on the tomb

The shield upon the dead king's breast
is just about to end its rest
The figure stoops and lifts the guard
and thinks that this is for the best

The sunlight glimmers on his crown
and sounds of pain come from the town
The shield is heavy in his hand
he steps on forward with a frown

The sounds of fighting penetrate
the noise of thunder in his wake
He sighs, and steps into the sun
he fights and bleeds for Heaven's sake

[Tar-Ancalime]

Elf, hobbit and Man rode along the hills that exist on the way to edoras.
As fast as any Noldorian steed can travel, the awe-inspiring nature gripped the company, and thought of all the good things that had been done.
Along rivers and hills, they chatted across and finally stopped for one measley night of rest and utter silliness.
Anarion hunted, along with Ariana, Faramir the hobbit cooked dinner.
"Faramir," said Anarion. "You're cooking is the best i've ever had the chance to taste."
"It's not that good, Anarion, if you wish to know, My gaffer could make better...espcially with some potatoes"
"Ahh, but faramir,i've been to hundreds of legendary feasts and never had i tasted such, what was it again?"
"Rabbit stew." Faramir replied matter-of-factly.
"Faramir," Ariana stated. "I've had your gaffers stew and this by far is much better."
"Oh, Ariana, don't be modest! How could you've had me gaffers stew?"
"I have my ways..."
Suddenly a rustle was heard in the
shrubberies nearby...

[JefftheStrider]

Here's some poetry i am making up now.

Down the road and up the hill,
The path grows rough
Over rock, and Under tunnel,
The path gows tough

Through trees and bush,
The path is laid
Over mountains and Rivers,
The path fades

Through troubles, beasts, and such,
The way is black
Scale cliffs and concure fears,
The path cover in troubles, we must hack

For the destination lays ahead,
and brings fear and dread.

I know...not the best but oh well.
I tried.

[GaladrielQueen]

Ponti, I didn't type that, Tim did. It's his favorite song and i wish i could like smack him right now. :mad:

I got a stupid one here....
Missing You


As I take a stroll down the Central Park
I heard the birds sing and the dogs bark
I took an empty seat on a bench
Wishing I wasn’t such a wench
To someone so dearly close to me
I watched a robin pick on a bee

I start to remember forgotten memories
Forbidden to be even told in stories...
I remember one night, one starry night
When you told me you loved me with all might
I was afraid that I was in love, too.
I ran away, far from you…

Now it led me here
While you’re far over there
Walking around with your dog
I wonder where you are
In your mind, in your heart, everything within…
In my mind, my heart began to sing

I realized that I was
Missing you,
Missing you…
I missed your hugs,
I missed your lunges.
I missed your tackles,
I missed your cackles.

Oh, I missed you
And I still do.
Someday, somehow
I’ll regret this now
But I got to get you back
I’ll stuff you in a burlap sack
And haul you to an undiscovered island
I’ll take you to places that has white sand

I wouldn’t regret it
When I get caught
Kidnapping you
Was the best idea I ever had and it’s true
I’m crazy, crazy, and crazy for you.
I’m not going crazy over a guy
You’ve something that money can’t buy
It’s a secret that I cannot say
The sun is coming out today!
And I’m going to smile all day
With nothing but one word to say

“Bye!”

[Lantarion]

Hmm, that was good GQ! The beat needs perfecting, but.. HEY! who made ME the master of all poems??
That was also good, Jeff, but your beat is also off. I find that if a poem has a jumpy, easy, constant beat it is a lot more enjoyable.

[TheShireWarrior]

Always by the Silver Tree and Blue Sea by Drew Pegram

As I shed a tear
Your always near
To gave a listening ear

Through the dark night
You may not be in sight
But always shed some light

Through the Silver Tree
By the Blue Sea
You will always be

This a first poem I ever written give me your opinion on it.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Anarion raised his sword,
Faramir first raised a herring and quickly replaced it with a knife
and Ariana knotched her bow.
When the arrow about flew, she stopped,
to know what it is she was killing
And it's a good thing she did for it was Gandalf the White.
"Greetings,"said gandalf under his brows. "I was waiting for you queer group to arrive, i believe it's been nearly three days."
"Mirthrandir, I'm so glad we needed counsel from the very begining to be most specifically me"
"yes,it was an unwise thing to turn to a dying king, and Anarion whatever happend to you!"
"Gandalf, it's quite a long story, and we really must arrive at rohan to warn them."
"I suppose you again are correct, dear Anarion, I do indeed need rest"

The now company of four slept till the brink of the sunless dawn, and road toward Rohan affar.

To be continued... (< >)
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[Courtney]

My sister made up a poem and I think it is VERY "original." What do you think?

This is it:
God made birds.
People eat birds.
Sharks eat people.

[Morwen]

Let me guess, did she get that idea off of Jurasic Park? God creates man, man creates dinosaurs, dinosaurs eat man, women inherit the earth. Something like that. I like the "women inherit the earth part":)

[Lantarion]

Christ, people, if you wanna spam go to the Silver Dragon! :D

Welcome, ShireWarrior! It's an ok poem, with a good idea, but it's just a little awkward (sp). If there were some lines between the single-rhyming stanzas, it would turn out great. :)
Hmm, let me see.. I'll steal your idea, ShireWarrior. :p

The courtyard shades a shadowed tree
which hangs its branches without glee
Beneath the stature grim and bent
must lie a wisdom few can see

A glimmer faint and shimmer light
for just one moment shows its height
Once noble, proud and tall it was
now evil has bequenched its might

A mellow figure slowly sits
and thinks in fragments, arcane flits
His mind is overflown with yore
but none can share this mode of pits

He glances at the with'ring plant
and sees its happy teardrops slant
They happily reflect the days
when all could live; now Virtue can't

[Luna]

I liked your poem, ShireWarrior. Your writing is very descriptive. You should post some more. :)

[Luna]

Dawn approaches---
the hour is at hand.

The lady sleeps,
a smile on her still lips.
He sheaths his sword
a single glance at her,
not a word.

He rides in morning mist

Quiet, and sure----

To the very lair of the beast.

Its ground is scorched and blackened
---where no bird sings---

This great silver beast

Hunts his brothers by night
sleeps, vampiric, by day.


The great broadsword
of his Fathers
Shall find the heart of the beast

His aim is true
strengthened by vengeance,
bound by honor

He shall feast upon

its heart

in the lair of the beast.

[Lantarion]

Stopping by a shadowed wood,
upon a winter's eve
I realized something looking back
and whispering to me

The slender branches laden are
with great white rifts snow
The wind picks up and whistles through
and passes like a foe

I walk, approach the calling eyes
that whisper in my ear
They tell me not to be afraid:
there nothing is to fear

Hypnotized, I watch the eyes
they dance and softly beckon
I follow slowly, like a haze
and do not wish to reckon

Then on the wind there comes a cry
that echoes in my mind
The eyes have vanished, disappeared
but now I have been signed

[Luna]

Portraits hung in empty halls
the gloomy silence
in darkness falls
the windswept galleys
once surveyed
the timeless hollow valleys
where the sun once played
Now still; and so
ageless portraits hang
telling tales of long ago.

[GaladrielQueen]

Thanks Pontifix... i think

[Lantarion]

That's Pontifex, GQ...

The final rays of heaven's noon
illuminate the ancient stone
The castle met its im'nent doom
and tumbled from its arcane throne

The land about it tells the tale
and casts a shadow on the road
The story, full of nightmares pale
scares folk away from their abode

There once a mighty tower stood
and all were held within its gaze
And travelers would take off their hood
in sacred place of prayer and haze

From faraway, and distant lands
the travelers with open minds
From freezing plains, and scorching sands
the mind-set walker always finds

For many years, an age or more
the people came there all the time
But they will walk there nevermore
amid the pillars that sang rhyme

For from the sky an evil came
and swooped above the tower high
For them this holy place was game
and no-one new, or wondered why

They burned broke the pillars thick
and down they threw the tower tall
And they could simply take their pick
the pilgrims had no stones at all

The sanctuary of renown
once tall and great under the sun
But now its shattered halls lie down
and wait until the Deed is done

The moonlight fades, and flickers nigh
and mourns for this once mighty place
Its final tatters sing a sigh
then Darkness comes and hurls its mace

[Courtney]

I wrote this when I was a freshmen in highschool....

Through the woods on one snowy eve
When stars shone bright in skies so wide
I travelled long past twig and leaf
The moon he travelled at my side.

And as we walked we heard the sound
Of voices singing in the woods
The moon and I looked all around
But searching would do us no good.

For those that sang no eyes could see
But only felt in bitter wind
Their song was such a melody
That my soul yearns to hear again.

And then we wandered with the trees
And followed paths no man had walked
We came upon the ancient seas
We sat and silently we talked.

We talked of ancient battles fought
Beyond those seas in distant lands
Of swords that long ago were wrought
That shimmered silver in one's hands.

"Oh moon" I said "my dearest friend
Could you not take me to this place
Across the seas and roads that bend
By breaking bonds of time and space?"

The moon he sighed then in the end
I heard his heart begin to crack
"I cannot take you there my friend
For even I cannot go back."

Then with the wind from 'cross the sea
The sun arose in fiery dawn
Its blazing light surrounded me
The dark and all my dreams were gone.

[Lantarion]

Comfort
The air lies thick and full of cold
the trees lie still amid the wold
The valley, with its windows bright
lightens up the woody fold

Down within the valley, deep
lies nestling in a perfect heap
A creature, with its sleep-worn eyes
it drifts now far, and into sleep

The small and peaceful silence quivers
to the sound of three small rivers
They twist and twine between the ice
the freezing water coolly shivers

The air is brisk, as cold as night
as slender as a swallow's flight
The winter air is comforting
and cheers the spirit wit