Some Poems

[katya]

spring

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

[Lady Ravyn]

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

[Beren One-Hand]

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


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

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

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

[faerie_child]

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

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

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

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

[elven dragonrider]

Originally Posted by elvendrummer87

Human race (the)

We are all slaves to humanity.

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

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

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

How do I know when


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[faerie_child]

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

[elven dragonrider]

I agree, I will try to work on that.

[faerie_child]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[elven dragonrider]

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

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

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

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

[faerie_child]

Thanks for the tips!

[Keith K]

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

MEMORIES OF EAGLE ROCK

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

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

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

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

[Lady Ravyn]

"...And Nobody's Happy Anyway"

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

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

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


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

Do you remember that old

tree? Where the

second kickball field was?

Branches holding beans,

like vanilla,

which we'd split

open and watch as their

fuzzy seeds danced

and danced

about the old

black-topped playground?


It shaded us,

that tree, as we waited

our turn to kick, or

to pitch-

though I

was always in

the outfield.


They cut it down,

you know; maybe

ten years ago, almost;

the last year I

walked those halls.

Its only crime

giving shelter to students,

flourishing in

sunshine and children's love.

How unfair that

its strong life was

taken early;

no shade now

grows in that schoolyard.

Sad, sad

that no good deed

goes unpunished.


But do you remember

that old tree?

We loved it so;

loved it so.

[Keith K]

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

[Nerdanel]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Nautipus]

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

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


Untitled

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

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

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

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

[Nerdanel]

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

Carpe diem

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

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

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

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

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

[Rosie Gamgee]

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


The Dying Gladiator


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

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

[Nerdanel]

.. but you were just a while

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

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

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

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

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

[Lady Ravyn]

And While I'm Feelin' So Electric

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Nerdanel]

Hide your bloody hands, victim

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

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

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