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Okay here we go with one I threw together in classics. Dancing across the waters, Shining throughout the night, Precious gems of glowing silver Glittering out so bright. An orb of celestial majesty, A child sees a face in the dark, High with the song of the nightingale, Low with the cry of the lark. The darkest velvet carresses the land, Bright colours fade and silver reigns, Rest and peace have come at last, Breaking the day's chains. Dreams dusted on sleepy eyes The lullaby a mother sings, Quiets the torments of the day And sends them forth on fairy wings. Blackness chased away at dawn, The gems fade as the free birds soar, The faces hides behind the light, As day arrives once more. Mx
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04-01-2003, 09:22 PM | #102 |
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I am truly impressed with all the talent here! I have none, I'm afraid.
Just bought a pocket size book of poems by Wordsworth -- any other fans here? This is the ending of a favorite poem of mine by Matthew Arnold called Dover Beach. I memorized it years ago because I wanted to be able to 'hear' it any time I felt like it. Unfortunately, my memory is failing now, but here goes: Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
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04-02-2003, 12:24 AM | #103 |
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I'm in a rather bitter and self-depreciating mood right now, but I'll try to curb my bad teen angst poetry from this thread. I'm sorry if it pops up.
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04-02-2003, 06:11 AM | #104 |
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'La Belle Dame sans Merci" by Keats is my all time favourite poem. And I know it's cheesey but 'If' by Kipling is another one of my favourites, it always inspires me. The Lady of Shalott is also beautiful.
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04-03-2003, 11:33 PM | #105 |
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a true masterpiece of the 20th century: Howl by Allen Ginsberg -- can't post it, unfortunately, since it's not PG-13...
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04-03-2003, 11:41 PM | #106 | |
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04-03-2003, 11:48 PM | #107 |
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Here's a link -- but all those youngsters out there -- check with your parents if it's OK for you to read this!
Howl by Allen Ginsberg
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04-04-2003, 08:32 AM | #108 | |
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I have to say though, other than Keats, most of my favourite poets aren't famous or even published. My friends all right beautiful poetry and its lovely in the way that we only share it within our group. MxXx
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04-04-2003, 01:38 PM | #109 | |
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Also, I've recently discovered John Donne's love poetry through studying it at school. I love it! Anyone else a fan?
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04-04-2003, 07:32 PM | #110 |
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Another one from me. I threw this together at work today; it's the first draft. Be forewarned: it's a little...dark and gruesome, at least for me.
Ancient power, old as stone, Rotted flesh and broken bone, Olden master of the damned, Molten eyes and twisted hand, Thy smashed body, lack of breath, Bring thy power, Bring thy Death.
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04-04-2003, 10:15 PM | #111 |
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Here's a LoTR poem I wrote a while ago... It's titled 'Elves to Valinor'.
Through the vales of Anduin And the mountains Hithaeglir Eriador, you are in As you leave all with a tear Perhaps you’ll see Gondoran might The Tower raised to scrape the sky Banners tall, held high in flight And so you’ll travel with a sigh Rohan’s horses, strong and fair Where mearas dwelled in times of old They wander Eastmark with no care But still you travel, your heart cold Over forest, hill and fen Mayhaps you’ll see Imladris Where Elrond’s daughter stayed with men Or maybe you too will do this Prancing pony, tavern bold Stay indoors and do not fight The beds are warm and beer is cold Maybe you will stay the night Shire-bound you are now Past green path and old woodland Baranduin of Buckland loud But you pass hobbit-folk for sand Grey ships leaving, one last look Over mountain, flat and bloom Say goodbye to meadow’s brook Leaving beauty all too soon Perhaps you hail from Greenwood Great Or the trees of Lorien Valinor has sealed your fate And this world you trust to men
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04-04-2003, 10:22 PM | #112 |
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Here's another one of my poems, titled 'Onodrim'.
These strange shepherds used to keep An uncommon bond with their sheep So much so, one looked a tree However, meeting one, I decree Do not be hasty, they do say This is lucky if you stay For if you’re friend to Tree and Leaf The Ents share that beleif Ents who loved the trees they herd Entwives following the hummingbirds Sung at length by Elves and Men The sorrow one couldn’t comprehend They searched far for the Gardens fair And Entwives, with flowers in hair But all is lost, save in lore The Ents will search forevermore Their majesty differed as oak to pine Their patience knew no boundary-line Hasty folk this race was not Speaking slowly, the whole lot! A room ba doom away they went While others waited, their patience spent An Entmoot takes a length of days Talking beneath the Sun’s bright rays Circled by the Evergreen trees Derndingle needs no keys “To Isengard!” the Ents once cried To avenge the souls of trees that died Trolls were a mere shadow of their strength Those who stayed knew at length For Fangorn had its own fire Meeting one could soon turn dire Had you flame or axe to hewn By She the sun or Him the moon Be Orc, or Man, or creature alike Should you see all Fangorn’s might The strength of trees would surely show And your life would end with a single blow
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04-04-2003, 10:27 PM | #113 |
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Here's another, aptly title 'Lothlórien'.
Through Moria, where the Balrog waits After passing through its cursèd gates Sweet Nimrodel, the laughing stream, Joins Celebrant and its watery reams Into Lórien, it flows through Known to many, yet seen by few First to Cerin Amroth in its flight Ringed with trees of snowy white, Then encircled with Mallorn-trees, ‘round the mound where Amroth sleeps hillside grown with Niphridel, and the stars of Elanor, in the domain of Galadriel and the wise Lord Celeborn Caras Galadhon, city of Elves Their singing like the sound of bells The forest floor lined with a silvery path The Celebrant crossed with a white-rimmed lath The gold-leaved trees like living towers Bright lights dot the tiers like flowers Lórien’s roots growing strong and deep Forest blossoms cease their sleep Soft grey trunks lined with steps Their branches carrying many flets The Galadhrim finding their homes In the Mallorn’s mighty boughs Protected naught by Elven arrow But by ring forged long ago, Nenya, on the hand of Galadriel Who caught the light of Eärendil From the fountain, where her mirror lies Showing the past, present, and what may yet arise In these lands time does not reap Holding these woods not in its keep Seasons but a ripple in age’s long stream While Lothlórien is left to fade its gleam When Nenya’s power begins to wane The Elves’ ring became their bane Going now to land of old Where Mallorn-trees no longer grow Their sadness deep as they leave the land To build grey ships on gold-hued sands Giving middle-earth to the race of men To diminish their threat and remember when The Elder days were at hand And the Valley of Laurelindórenan
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04-04-2003, 10:38 PM | #114 |
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Wow. Wow. Those are...spectacular. Now I feel like editting mine out...
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04-04-2003, 10:39 PM | #115 |
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I agree about "If", wonderful poem.
To be a loose cannon Beuwolf (how do you spell it) is one of my favorites. I either like the really short 1-3 verse poems, or the epics. One of my ALL time favorites. An Angel robed in spotless white, Came down to kiss the sleeping knight, Night woke to blush, the sprite was gone, Man saw the blush and called it dawn. Can't remember who it's by...It's origin if African though.
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04-04-2003, 10:42 PM | #116 |
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Stop embarassing me! Mine aren't that good.
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04-04-2003, 10:43 PM | #117 |
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O, yes they are.
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04-04-2003, 10:45 PM | #118 |
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Oh no they're not.
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04-04-2003, 10:46 PM | #119 |
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The Wreck of Hesperus By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailòr, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, ‘I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. ‘Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!’ The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he. Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable’s length. ‘Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.’ He wrapped her warm in his seaman’s coat Against the stinging blast; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. ‘O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?’ ‘’Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!’— And he steered for the open sea. ‘O father! I hear the sound of guns, Oh say, what may it be?’ ‘Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!’ ‘O father. I see a gleaming light, Oh say, what may it be?’ But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That savèd she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Tow’rds the reef of Norman’s Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman’s Woe!
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Well, they're a lot better than mine, at any rate.
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