Some Poems

[Nurvingiel]

Great poem! It really grabbed my attention.

Hm... about the last verse, maybe:

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


Or something?



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


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

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

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

And with that I'll say hejdå(2)!

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

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

[Nerdanel]

hey doh!^^

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

[Nurvingiel]

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

[Nerdanel]

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

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

[Linaewen]

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

[Nerdanel]

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


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

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

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



.. and another one:

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

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


Poem!

[Lalaith_Elf]

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

Christmas Spirit

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

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

[Rosie Gamgee]

Nice, and quite touching. I like it!

[Tessar]

These are some of my older poems .


To Love One Another

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

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

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



Lothlorien, Land of the Golden Wood

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

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

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

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



A Hobbit!
By Danlor Avindar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[inked]

Enjoyable, Tessar. Very hobbit-y too!

[Rosie Gamgee]

Good poems, Tessar! The hobbit one was real cute- except:

Originally Posted by Tessar

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

That kinda doesn't ring right. But the rest of the poem's great.

[Rûdhaglarien]

Tessar, first let me just say that I adore your new(?) avatar. Bloody fantastic. Then, let me say that I also adore your three 'old' poems. The second one, about Lothlorien, is my favourite, but that's probably because I've always wanted to be in Lothlorien.

Just because I haven't posted in here in a good, long time... I'm not going to throw up one of my newer... erm... pieces. Instead, I'm going to post the only one of my poems which ever seemed to have any sort of Tolkien-ish anything in it. Actually, long, long ago (and far, far away?) it was a part of my signature on here. Anyway, moving on...

"The Naida Sails by Starlight." (8/14/2002)

I listened and he told me
To follow him across the sea
But I said no because he seemed
Like more than a boy to me.

I left him standing on the shore
All clad in white and grey
And I roamed the eternities alone
Afraid of what the sea might say.

It called me to it just once more
I stood there on its golden shore
Wishing he were there
But he had crossed that beautiful blue
Without a single care.

Wow. This is, like, THE Original. Before editing and stuff. Geez.

[Nerdanel]

Seeing the bright truth
without sunglasses dark as ashes..
gives wounds that never seem to heal.

The light of simplicity
makes the strongest of souls doubt..
the veil won’t come back to save.

The pyre of complexity and hope
burns by the light of lightning..
taking what’s not on the ground with it.

We all strive for one
but few see it - the uselessness..
of further thoughts in endless nights.

..........No more songs of hidden worlds.
..........No more dreams of sharpened swords..
..........No more passion nor compassion.
..........No more giving nor forgiving..

A lie was all we had.

[Nerdanel]

Tear down the Wall!
.....and let the water flow..
...let her in,
..........I have expected her.

.....she has come to stay..
...to lift me,
..........to throw and hurt me.
...................hurt me!
.....wound me on every
.....hook and nail I’ve
.....ever had on my wall for my pictures..
.....pictures of every poem I’ve made
.....pictures of every friend I tried to save..

.....for always she will be..
...the one,
..........I couldn’t fool.

She.Filled.Me.Up.

[Lady Ravyn]

that's awesome ner! i love it!

Beach Philosophy

Hendrix sang of
castles
made of sand.
They all slip into
the sea
eventually-

but
what about after
that?

What happens to
the dreams that
built those towers
up,
'til their
grittiness was higher
than the hopes in
the clouds?

Do the
fish
take them,
make them their
own?
Tell me, Jimi,
do dreams
float or sink?

[katya]

OK, this is a little late but... traditionally, haikus are definately about nature. Furthermore, iirc, they should include a particular word indicating what season it is. For example, sakura (cherry blossoms) would indicate spring. Also, the way a haiku poet makes that observation about nature should be a certain way too. I *think* it's supposed to be sort of objective, and shouldn't focus on the poet, but should convey some certain message. And I think that if you want to be really picky, any haiku that is a joke is a little distasteful. (I have read some witty ones though, I can only imagine that they were respected back then.) That's why I like the old haikus. It seems simple, but it's actually very hard to write one, and the final result is really beautiful, I think. Of course, I might not have any idea what I'm talking about. That's common.

However, these days, people just write anything that has the right amount of syllables and call it a haiku. Thus, a new, separate definition of haiku evolves. I don't often like these new haikus, but if people want to write them, I guess that's fine.

Anyway, I have really liked most of the poems I read. Maybe I'll find some poem someday to post too.

[Lady Ravyn]

"Invisible Staircase"

Woke up standing
on an invisible staircase.
Woke up wondering
how to get where I was going.
Woke up pondering
just where that was.

Felt my way
to a landing.
Felt around
for a corner, and sat down.
Felt my soul
rip in two, right in back of my eyes.

Gathered myself up,
and kept moving.
Gathered my soul
in my arms, two pieces, shredded.
Gathered myself together,
'cause what else could I do?

[Nerdanel]

I like it. Your poem in a beautiful way describes what I've tried to say for so long.. With just a hint more sadness.. At least that's what I see.
Well done!

[Nerdanel]

I don't like this one. I just thought I'd post it: the activity here isn't very great anymore.

I’m afraid to sleep..
To let my mind go.

For I know what’s in there.
I know what’s hiding
in the very bottom of the iceberg..
Or maybe I don’t. But I’ve seen parts of it.

It’s like a movie I can’t watch.
I’ve seen a fraction of a second
and I understand why I shouldn’t have..
I see what I’m capable of now.

Strange desires..
Wishes not to be fulfilled. Ever.
In the darkest corner of my darkest room..
The sun should never have been allowed to enter.

I’m afraid to sleep..
To let me loose.

[Rûdhaglarien]

I really like those poems, guys. Especially the last two lines of each.

Here's one that I don't much enjoy either. But, as has been said, this thread is half-dying.

While spending sleepless nights counting stars instead of sheep,
swirling clouds in my eyes,
and drinking moon beams like water;
I’ve come to realize that the grass is never green.
Everywhere you tread, it turns
brown beneath your feet.
And as quickly as you run to catch the promise of tomorrow,
you’re always stuck inside today. 030805/versaillespaper