Some Poems

[Ninquelote]

Would you care to explain to my why a volcano would be a solution?

[Agalayth]

The Horrors of Hate

All the sadness
All the melancholy
All the crying
All the despair
Do we deserve this?
What have we done?
We are just different
Nothing more

All the death
All the lamentation
All the mourning
All the tears
Why do they do this?
Why does it matter?
We are just different
Nothing more



It's a work in the making...

[frodosgirlfriend]

Agalayth, I really like that.
My poems are gushy or angsty. I don't really like my poetry, my stories are much better. All of my poems i make into songs. Now that I look into the Doc i keep all of my poetry I’ve realized that all but two of the poems in there are written by a friend who wants me to make them into songs. I guess my best song is this

Sweat poured down into large brown eyes.
Bayonets rushing into bodies and getting pulled out with effort.
Bullets tearing over unruly brown hair.
Soulless shoes covering blistered dirty feet.
Running away Running away
Is the fight useless?
If there’s only one more will it help?
Running away Running away

More bullets for the country
More deaths for the country
More blood washed away.

Death and blood and death and blood
The stench, taste, and feel.
Death and blood and death and blood
Get away from it all

Small young hands pulled the trigger.
The bullet flying through the air and killing
Yellow teeth biting down hard.
A small heart jumping about like a drunken rabbit.
Running away Running away
This fight is useless
One more doesn’t help
Running away running away


More bullets for the country
More deaths for the country
More blood washed away.

Death and blood and death and blood
The stench, taste, and feel.
Death and blood and death and blood
Get away from it all

A bullet comes ripping and tearing though the air.
A young body descends to the ground
A Chest rises and falls one last time
Eyes unseeing mouth tasteless
One more lost



I wrote it after a field trip to Gettysburg and I realized how much war sucks.
I was trying hard not to use "I" or "you" cuz
every other poem i've written has one of those words in it. I know it's really bad and thats why I post it, it's my best and i want to be a better Poet even though I write stories.

[gimli-son-of-gloin13]

My poem in my sig is getting published in a book! It was automaticly entered into a contest also!! If you see the book
" Everlasting portraits" in a book store look and see if you can find " Last Breath of Life" written by Sierra Sanders

[frodosgirlfriend]

Thats cool, when will the book be in stores?

[Estel13]

Aspects Of Love

The heart is such a fragile thing.
You must be careful in its giving.
Or it will break.
And that's the one thing it can't take.

Forest Haiku
Running in the woods
Just as fast as I can go
Leaping like a deer.

I'm not the best at poems. What do you all think? Be honest, now.

[Lief Erikson]

Could use some improvements to the meter. It's a little random in sentence length, and that breaks up the continuity.

Of course, I have MAJOR problems with that in all my poetry, so although I recognize the mistake, I'm no one to talk .

[frodosgirlfriend]

Pulling away from darkness
But he gets nowhere
Going No where
trying, pulling
"Help me!" he cries,
his eyes full of tears
But he gets nowhere
Going No where
The sun shakes it mane
in the brused purple sky
For the last time it gallops
off into the westren hoizon
And the world was no more
And so alone he wept
So alone with nothing to comfort him
He pulls from darkness one finnal time
But he gets nowhere
Going No where
with eyes red with tears
he curls into a ball
And waits for death to take him over


This is my newest. I really like it.

[Miranda]

I'm selfishly posting this here because it'll ease what I'm feeling slightly and I've every hop that the man who caused it might see it.

A Heart's Betrayal.

They say the poets nees the pain to write their verse
But words can't describe this pain,
A betrayal of love and trust.

A delicate heart, broken many times before,
Entrusted to one believed to be true
But lies lay beneath.

Cruel betrayal of a trust undying,
Of a love to last the ages,
A serpent oft lies beneath the rose.

Bitter tears drown a shattered heart,
All that's left is death and pain,
A craving for oblivion.

A light gone out in eyes once beautiful,
A body too destroyed to hold any life,
Dead to the one she once loved.

MxXx

[Fimbrethil]

I like it Miranda. Here are a few of mine.

Mustang!
Mustang! Free spirited and running wild way back when. Leading his herd across grass filled plains, his head up high he rears to the sky and cries his happiness to the sun. With a leap he's off again ears pricked, tail plumed galloping toward the rising sun.
Mustang. Standing still behind a fence now. No herd to lead, no grass filled plains, only dust and work. His head hangs low, ears not pricked to hear the small, sweet foals that should be there. With tail now dropped he lifts his head and cries one last time to the setting sun.

Memories
Memories are just things you remember
You can remember me fondly but I will still be a memory
Maybe I'm a lost love,or a friend long gone but am in your heart
Or am I just a memory?

When I pass out of this world
will you keep me in your heart?
Or will I become just a memory?

Fly Away
When times are tough and it feels like everyone
is trying to suffocate you...fly away
Spread your wings and wait for that comforting wind
to come and carry you away.

Soaring on the breeze,playing with the clouds,floating with the sun...fly away
It's time to come back now.
Come and land so that once again you can fly away...

[Elvedans]

A poem for Bethany:

I went a-wandering to 'Lorien the fair
And lost my heart to the woodlands there.
Trunks of silver, leaves of gold,
Sunshine new from days of old.
Milky twilights, golden dawns,
Sapphire skies and emerald lawns.
Sweet music from Nimrodel falls,
Listening as the skylark calls.
Nenya on the hand of the Lady White,
Like a far off star in sky of night.
Diamond rain falls in a crystal shower,
Bejewelling the fair woods of the Dreamflower.
I went a-wandering to Lothlorien,
Elsewhere my heart ne'er would rest again.

[Elvedans]

Another poem for Bethany:

The bridge of Khazad-Dum


A company of nine, under the mountains high,
Pursued by danger woken, so silently they fly.
Orcs may flee in sunlight, but here the darkness reigns,
The nine are still in danger while ground the enemy gains.


“Ghash!” they hear, “Fire!” What devilry will come?
The nine are running swiftly to the bridge of Khazad-Dum.
They hear the rolling drumbeat: “Doom!” it cries, “Doom!”
Arrows fly while foul black faces from the darkness loom.


Elf puts hand to bowstring, but a shadow makes it fall,
Trolls, two trolls are welcoming the evil to the hall.
Durin’s Bane, a killer, with whip of many thongs,
His hand a blade of fire, comes roaring through the throng.


“A Balrog! Ai! A Balrog!” Over the bridge they run.
A horn they blow, a challenge! The nine are not yet done!
The wizard holds the bridge, with Glamdring in his hand.
. “You cannot pass,” he thunders. “While on this bridge I
stand,”


He raises high his staff, he smites the bridge, and “Boom!”
The bridge breaks at the Balrog’s feet, he now shall meet his doom.
But whips remain with time to drag the wizard on.
“Fly, you fools!” the wizard cries. He falls and he is gone.


The company stands rooted, while darkness black returns.
One awakes them, “Follow me, the fire of danger burns!”
The rolling drumbeat fades, as to the light they come,
Grieving their companion’s fall at the bridge of Khazad-Dum.

[Miranda]

They are two wicked little poems Elvedans- hey you're getting to be a right little bohemian. Maybe it's you rather than your sister I should be introducing to my people!! Mx

[Elvedans]

For Miranda:

On a winter's night when the snow lies deep
And each foot fall leaves a trail,
Sit tight on Grandpa hobbit's knee
And he'll tell you a grand old tale.

"What's the story to be tonight?"
You ask him, full of glee.
"My favourite, 'There and back again,
A Hobbit's tale'" Says he.

"That Bilbo sir was mighty brave,
Dear Grandpa, wasn't he?"
"I'll tell you that and all the more,
Be still and hark at me."

He tells of dwarves and treasure troves,
Of dwarves and elves and men.
He tells how one lone hobbit travelled
There and Back again.

"That surely was a rare old tale"
You yawn and rub your eyes.
"But yours is still by far the best,
My brave old Grandpa Samwise!"

[Miranda]

Elvedans my darling another triumph!!!!!! Can you write it out for me so I can keep it at home with the one you gave me for my birthday and if I may I'd love to show my friends at Boheme. I really must try my hand at this LOTR poetry, maybe a Precious poem or something. But for the time being here's one I wrote on the way to work this morning, maybe you can tell who I'm talking of,

Music once flowed through my heart
And every breath was a dance,
I was so happy just to be so,
Knew I never had a chance.

I'm no Margot Fonteyn, that I accepted,
Years before you knew my name
But despite that fact you repeat my faults,
All the time, again and again.

What right have you to take my dance,
My expression of hope and love,
Twist it to your idea of perfection,
Like some god from high above?

You tell me, to dance, that I must be,
Perfect, slime, no free will
But listening to you all I become,
Is souless, heartless, ill.

I won't be your little ballerina
And any glory I gain, that's mine
And I know I'll reach it one day,
Just give me a little more time.

For my glory will not be fame,
My name above some stage
But that I got through this life alone
And with a dance that didn't change.

So live vicariously if you will,
Through girls who'll hate you in the end,
For ruining there music to make it your own,
Whilst my dance was ever my friend.

Mx

[Miranda]

*CRIES* What's wrong? Hasn't registered that I've posted anything!

[Elvedans]

Oh how sweet! Dont worry i know you can dance! I can think of two people it can be about! here's a non LOTR poem.

Comforting.

Oh no, she crying.
What do I do?
What do I say?
‘Um – there there, it’s alright.’
Don’t be stupid it’s not alright!
‘What’s the matter, you can tell me.’
But what if she can’t?
‘I’m here for you.’
Am I?
I’ll put my arm around her.
No, that’s too much.
Then I’ll sit here and look sympathetic.
I should do something to help.
But what?
Oh well, here comes someone else.
They know just what to say,
Just what to do.
She’s hugging her, saying
“Come on, stop crying and tell me what’s wrong.”
Sounding so calm and soothing.
Why couldn’t I do that?

[Miranda]

Oh Elvedans that made me cry, it was so sweet. Ok here's another of my babies. This one I wrote when I was going through my breakdown back in the first year of sixth form which you'll probably remember quite well my darling.

Masquerade.

She's there again,
All painted and perfect.
She smiles at the sight
But its not in her eyes,
She's alone.

Poor child,
They love who she creates
On the outside,
Painted lips and powdered eyes,
Its a mask.

Her laughter's empty,
Her tears are heavy
But she'll never let them
See her cry,
She's proud.

Bows and ribbons
Hide her heart,
It's black,
No love inside,
She doesn't know how.

Hidden deep,
Beneath a perfect screen,
An act she'll keep
All her life,
She's afraid.

Every day's
Her dress rehearsal,
Behind the scenes
There's the truth,
Its her masquerade.

Mx

[Elvedans]

How lovely and touching! My poetic friend. here you go, here's my wednesday night set of creations.

The Prophecy of Moria

The mountains of mist rise tall and forbidding
Snow capped horns of beauty and dread.
While far below in hall of shadow,
The folk of Balin will soon be dead.


The chant of the Rohirrim

Across the rolling plains of green I ride, I ride,
Among the horse lords proud I gallop on.
We wield our spears and bear our shields with pride, with pride,
As swift as wind by morning we’ll be gone.

We spy our goal, advancing with a cry, a cry,
As merciless as they are we shall be.
The servants of the traitorous will die, will die,
A burning grave is all that you shall see.


The Walk of Night.

Wake not tonight my curious friend,
Who knows what shall pass if you do.
Wake not tonight my curious friend,
For night keeps his watch over you.

Night walks swiftly down the street,
The moon a lantern in his friend.
With cloak of black and silent feet,
He roams across the sleeping land.

Wake not tonight my innocent friend,
The wise would sleep on if they could.
Wake not tonight my innocent friend,
Stay safe in your bed as you should.

Night walks swiftly down the street,
The moon a lantern in his hand.
With cloak of black and silent feet
He roams across the sleeping land.

Wake not tonight my dearest of friends
For there is no guessing his might.
Wake not tonight my dearest of friends
Or join with the walk of the night.

Night walks swiftly down the street,
The moon a lantern in his hand,
With cloak of black and silent feet
He roams across the sleeping land.


I love you


Three simple words I'll say to you
And in you heart you'll know they're true
And then you'll kow just what to do
i love you

All it takes is just one kiss
To throw me into perfect bliss
There's nothing left to hinder this
i love you

Together we can run away
We'll treasure every passing day
And these three simple words we'll say
I love you

[Miranda]

Elvedans you're too good sister! Send them to my hotmail will you- your poems are all so gorgeous! We'll discuss when I see you tonight. By the way- I'm dancing as I feel from now on, rather than as Caren tells me so watch out- Classical ballet- what the hell is that?!!!! Mx