Some Poems

[Lady Ravyn]

wow! rud, that was awesome! i relly like it! especially the last two lines (jeez, we seem to have really good endings to poems around here lol)

[Lady Ravyn]

since we're revitalizing the thread, this one needs some help, i think...

After the Molding

As you walk along,
you look down
and notice
that you're stepping
on my shattered glass;

Because that's what I've done-
I've shattered;
shattered into
a thousand pieces,
and with you're
thick-soled boots
you crush me into
a thousand more.

Humanity,
you cruel b*tch!
How could you
have done this thing to me?
How could you have
left me breathing
with this
hideous anomily
that you knew
would break anyway?

Thanks for the chance
to be refired,
and to mend that fault;
but how can I fix
that which I didn't cause?

[Lady Ravyn]

here's another!
i kinda like this one...

Power, Youth, and Friendship (lousy title)

Our last
conversation
took place in a pyramid.
Cleopatra told you
that gods
would dance for you-
I stayed in a shadow
in my safe,
safe darkness 'cause I
didn't want to know
what empires
I would crumble.

So have they?
Have the deities
preformed as promised?
Are you
sitting on a throne of clouds,
golden in your beauty?
It's been
10,000 years
since that day
so long ago.
My darkness
is no longer safe;
I've been re-born
a hundred times-
my own throne
waits for me.

[Beruthiel's cat]

My comment will come from left field, Lady R, but many comments on poetry do. (I've seen comments on my stuff that really take me aback -- where did that come from?? -- but it's fun to see how others react to what I've written.) Anyway, here goes --

Just because of my background and things I've written, it sounds to me like you're talking from a cat's point of view. I'm sure I'm way off the mark here, but that's the picture I got in my mind when I read it.

(That BC -- she's so strange... )

But I like it.

Here's my latest. (My boyfriend understood it, so it's not that deep...)

Sundancers
by Beruthiel's Cat

Watch in the morning --
Sundancers sparkle,
flitting in the wake
of Mother's broom.

Not to be caught
in the golden beam
the day casts upon
the floor of the room.

[Lady Ravyn]

rofl!!! that's funny! i never looked at it that way, but yeah, it kinda does! lol! no, it wasn't written that way intentionally, but you're right it could sound like that...hmm...

btw, cool poem!

[Beruthiel's cat]

Originally Posted by Lady Ravyn

I've been re-born
a hundred times-
my own throne
waits for me.

Well...that just sounded very cat-like to me...

Thanks!

[Beruthiel's cat]

It never pays to clean anything out. I found this poem I wrote nine years ago. Here it is, with a couple of revisions...

Electric
by Beruthiel's cat

Your one touch --
electric down my spine,
awoke the dormant places,
buried long.

The fallow fields of
self and soul
called your name.
And we became.

[Nerdanel]

Short and beutiful. It's one of those poems that one can feel, physically.

[Nerdanel]

Something I wrote.. Based on something real.

They were nothing but the words they had written,
nothing but a pale face on a screen.
They let me in to some places they considered too dark
nothing their world had ever seen.

What they looked for in a place full of emptiness,
was something they wanted me to be.
My own story was just some words I had written,
and that I expected them to know just like me.

For one day their faces broke through the screen,
showing bodies and minds far too real.
Unexpected they were like thunder in spring,
came to demand and to make me feel.

Without a doubt they reached for pieces of me,
coming too close so I pushed them aside.
Crept back into the screen for some walls to define me,
hoping it isn't too late to finally hide..

Here is the same poem with a picture that suits it well..

[Rûdhaglarien]

That's really amazing, Nerd. Brings feelings to the surface that I know very well... I especially like the image of the last line.

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

Pass by Me

Pass
clouds on a summers day
sun on a winter morning
pass

pass
all things cold and dark
all things strange and stark
pass

pass
life undesired
lust unabated
pass

all things end

[Nerdanel]

Originally Posted by Rûdhaglarien

That's really amazing, Nerd. Brings feelings to the surface that I know very well... I especially like the image of the last line.

Thanks very much for the comment, Rûd. I really appreciate it.

I wonder how obvious it is what it's about.. Very obvious I guess.

[Draken]

As good as ever, Nerdy!

[MrBishop]

A bitter smile meets me at the door
the cold wind blows out
pushing my hair back from my face
to expose the built-up shame.

A careful mason is my love,
to place each weighted word
as slowly as my back will bear,
for this, am I to blame?

A thousand chips obscure my frame
each placed with love, not ire
each meant to strengthen my resolve
each etched with my small name.

From far away, I seem so large
my shadow cast so long
but ‘neath these bricks, and chips and stones
a small man, all the same.

deBish

[Rosie Gamgee]

Not bad, Bish! A little on the obscure side, I think, but the imagery is pretty artful.

[Nerdanel]

Lost on the border between dream
and truth,
the eyes can see, but never
the youth
of things to come or things
that are;
only the past which is gone
by far.

A worn-out map of a scape
long gone,
the dwelling woods, the remains of
a song
blinds the traveller whose steps
will fail;
destinations, roads still behind
a veil.

As a flash of lightning the mist
disappears,
a sudden scream that awakes
no fears
reveals the nest of things
to be;
finally she found her way to
the sea.

[Nerdanel]

Let me sleep in the mountains,
let the rain chill my skin;
Let the ocean awake me,
let me weep within.

Let the forest embrace me,
let me go with the wind;
Let me live by the skyline,
let me die in sin.

[Rûdhaglarien]

The first poem you've posted there, Nerd, it makes me feel very melancholy... and I like it.
As for the second, I have only this to say [ask, more like]; How is it that your last line is always so gooood? S'not fair, I tell you. /

Skeletons

Those old souls are rattling in my closet again, and
I'm afraid that they'll accost me some time in the night;
that all of those secrets will tumble out of
the keyhole, and smother me while I'm dreaming.
These fitful turns of pseudo-slumber
leave me lagging all day long, and they slow my
already weak ambition. This tired mind is hurting,
now—it's so full of twisted tales and make-shift
memories. The worst part is that I can't even
remember which ones are real. Fact is fiction
in this story collection. You can't
sort the false from the true anymore.

There's that dark place we never speak
of and those bad people who over-shadow our
dreams, but never our conversations. And then
there are always those terrible nights
that we all remember, but pretend we
forgot long ago. There are all of the
inner demons who sweep down our
stairwells, but are never invited into the
dining room for tea. Instead we keep them
in closets and lock them up tight.

But they dance sometimes when they're lonely.

[Nerdanel]

Originally Posted by Rûdhaglarien

The first poem you've posted there, Nerd, it makes me feel very melancholy... and I like it.
As for the second, I have only this to say [ask, more like]; How is it that your last line is always so gooood? S'not fair, I tell you. /

Skeletons

Those old souls are rattling in my closet again, and
I'm afraid that they'll accost me some time in the night;
that all of those secrets will tumble out of
the keyhole, and smother me while I'm dreaming.
These fitful turns of pseudo-slumber
leave me lagging all day long, and they slow my
already weak ambition. This tired mind is hurting,
now—it's so full of twisted tales and make-shift
memories. The worst part is that I can't even
remember which ones are real. Fact is fiction
in this story collection. You can't
sort the false from the true anymore.

There's that dark place we never speak
of and those bad people who over-shadow our
dreams, but never our conversations. And then
there are always those terrible nights
that we all remember, but pretend we
forgot long ago. There are all of the
inner demons who sweep down our
stairwells, but are never invited into the
dining room for tea. Instead we keep them
in closets and lock them up tight.

But they dance sometimes when they're lonely.

Thanks for saying that! I really appreciate it.. I always enjoy your poems. And this one.. How true isn't that? I guess all those skeletons only go away when revealed..
Keep writing!

[durinsbane2244]

good poems, very good, is this for anyone?