Some Poems - Page 15

Nerdanel · 06-18-2005, 04:16 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by durinsbane2244

good poems, very good, is this for anyone?

yes, it's for anyone.

welcome!

durinsbane2244 · 06-19-2005, 08:02 PM

YAY!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOO HOOOOOOO!

finally i can put 'em somewhere without it being anyone i'll see and they can't mock me!!

Last Child of Ungoliant · 06-21-2005, 05:56 PM

Ode to Mithrandir
by Chrys

Oh Olorin, Olorin
Weaver of dreams
The wanderer grey
Passing the seams

Grey Pilgrim, oh pilgrim
Whither goest thou?
Passing to the sea
All time there to be

Bringer of hope
Oft to men
From Grey to White
Renewed thou returned

To the End defiant
Pursuant of Justice
Shadowfax thine steed
Passed without heed

Ever good thoust were
Swift to laugh, as to anger
Istari! Istari!
The Noblest of them all

Nerdanel · 06-21-2005, 06:03 PM

That is a beautiful poem, Chrys. I love the language you use.. and of course the subject. I'm glad to see that you keep on writing!

Last Child of Ungoliant · 06-21-2005, 06:28 PM

thank you so very much

durinsbane2244 · 06-21-2005, 08:58 PM

good one !

Tree Dweller · 07-21-2005, 10:22 AM

I agree!
That's very good!

You guys might just inspire me to start writing some again.
It's been about a year since I wrote anything.

Rosie Gamgee · 07-21-2005, 11:05 AM

Oh, yes, write! Or post some of your old stuff; that's allowed.

That poem was very nice, btw! I've wanted to write a poem about Gandalf for some time now... i ahven't found the right words yet.

Here's a bit of a poem I'm working on at this particular moment (well, I've been tinkering at it all morning):

The praise of a maid I am writing to tell
Whose limbs are slender and rare,
Whose eyes are blue-green like the hue of the sea
When the day is sunny and fair,
But whose lovliest sight is the shining starlight
That's caught in her gossamer hair.

'Tis Laura, my Laura, 'tis Laura the Fair,
Whose tresses billow and shine;
When the cool breezes lift the scent of the grass,
Lavender and sage and thyme
To perfume her hair with the gentle night air;
And caress them with fingers sublime.

And that's all so far... I'm working on it.

Nerdanel · 07-23-2005, 07:10 PM

Tonight I'm heading for the Sea
for everything I need is lost.
Too far away to be real
far too good to be true..

All I need tonight is my dark corner
I don't want to ask for a thing.
Please just pretend I'm not here
I am not around..

Don't notice me when I go
I want to leave in peace.
Don't turn around 'cause when you do
I'm gone.

Please, please just let me go..
Leave me to the Sea.

She is fierce tonight..Reaching for me.
White wavepeaks embracing my feet
Not watching my back.. I might just stab myself.
The end of a bridge is a safe place during stormy nights and melancholic nights..

Rosie Gamgee · 08-02-2005, 08:42 PM

I like it, Nerdy.

Okay, here's the completed poem:

Fair Laura
7/27/05

The praise of a maid I am writing to tell
Whose limbs are slender and rare;
Whose eyes are blue-green like the hue of the sea
When the day is sunny and fair;
But whose loveliest sight is the golden sunlight
That’s caught in her gossamer hair.

‘Tis Laura, my Laura, the fairest of fair,
Whose tresses billow and shine
When the cool breezes lift the scent of the grass,
Lavender, sage, and thyme,
To perfume her hair with the sweet morning air
And caress her with fingers sublime.

When she runs o’er the fiery meadows of May,
The bright flowers bow as she passes.
Her hair flutters behind like a banner of light
Pure gold against the green grasses.
And when even is nigh, the shades of the sky
Compare only as feeble brasses.

Laura dances on nimble and delicate feet;
The sight is like to a fairy dream
Which has deigned to descend for one moment’s grace
On the wings of a glitt’ring moon-beam,
While golden her locks flow as water o’er rocks
On the bed of a woodland stream.

Now spilling about her like rivers of gold,
Or luminous puddles of wine,
As on the pillow she rests her fair head,
Her soft-tumbling tresses recline.
Who is this, who is slumb’ring bliss
Is enraptured by dreams divine?

‘Tis Laura, my Laura, the fairest of fair,
The praise of whom I have told,
And though the years may fade the light in her eyes,
Though her limbs grow feeble and old,
Though Time wear away the golden to grey,
I shall not lament for the gold.
For silver is fairer than gold.

Rûdhaglarien · 08-14-2005, 03:40 AM

The last three poems are wonderful. Each of them. I haven't checked in for a while, so I had a bit of catching up to do. But, lovely work, all of you.

Rosie Gamgee · 08-23-2005, 06:34 PM

My thanks.

Nerdanel · 08-24-2005, 05:42 PM

It's quite a long one.. I'm not very good at reading long poems myself, so I won't blame you.

Morning star

It was a morning
of silent sunlight
A new day
of summer rain

The foggy waters called her
to open up her mind
Calling with a smoothing breeze
enticing with what she could find

No signs of human action
no voice to call her back
She dived into the mirror
to break the silky black

- Seven years of misfortune
can’t mean anything now,
She thought and took direction
towards the sunny glow

She dreamt she swam to reach
the playful rays of a star
She let her body go
- today nothing’s too far

Soon she came to realize
that her mind was open wide
She opened up her eyes
from the dream she could not hide

For like when twilight arrives
with a cold and sneaky knife
She could not resist
when the dream took over her life

She almost stopped breathing
land was too far away
- There’s nothing else to do,
she said, than try to find a way

So she turned her back upon the sun
for life was all she had
And begun her journey towards home
weary, cold and sad

She never understood how far
her wild dream had taken her
And now that she wanted back
the way seemed to never occur

Her arms and legs were hurting now
and breaths were hard to find
So she put all her trust
in her own fighting mind

Her body was numb but still it moved
her mind was blank but still she fought
For life had taken hold of her
fighting the dream without a thought

The road was long, the water cold
still the sun stayed with her
Even when she had turned her back
the dream was strong as fear

She swam and let have their fight
so no one noticed when
The dream slowly took hold of her life
and released her from sin

Her life was short but only a dream
so was it not only right
That the seven years of misfortune to come
were changed into Light?

It was a night
of owls howling
A passed day
of blood red skies

Rosie Gamgee · 08-30-2005, 06:57 PM

I rather like it. (It's not really that long, either, I didn't think.) Nice imagery.

Nerdanel · 08-30-2005, 07:09 PM

Thanks for the comment..

Nerdanel · 09-15-2005, 07:17 PM

Why do I always fall in love with dreams?
Untouched, pure landscapes in the morning mist..
When all I have to do is wait
for the fog to dissolve, slowly..
For the true state of this love to show.

Once, I fell for a boy, a bright-eyed, clever boy.
After that I promised myself never to crawl in the dirt again.
I dragged myself up and went to the sea to be washed clean.
I let the waves rinse my bare skin until it again shone,
white like the stars in the dark night sky.
Still, I am there, noticing that I keep falling,
deeper, deeper, drowning.
And no anger fills my heart,
except the fury I hold to myself.
No disappointment, no frustration, no hate;
I keep it to myself, only show it to myself.
For in the deep sea, who else is there to direct it to?

Why do I always believe in dreams?
In ever-shining stars and an infinite universe..
When all I have to do is close my eyes
and see that there’s nothing I’m missing..
To see that after all, there’s nothing as fragile as me.

Lotesse · 09-15-2005, 07:22 PM

Yeah this is where your poem should be. I was wondering how come it was in the venting thread! Again, an amazing piece of inspired poetry, Nerdanel; absolutely beautiful.

Nerdanel · 09-15-2005, 07:46 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lotesse

Yeah this is where your poem should be. I was wondering how come it was in the venting thread! Again, an amazing piece of inspired poetry, Nerdanel; absolutely beautiful.

And once again, thank you. It is in the venting thread, since I don't feel that well, and the way I got it down on paper was that.

***Jonathan*** · 09-18-2005, 07:27 AM

All you good poets in this thread, have a look at this site - http://www.keo.org/uk/pages/message.php

There, you can submit a poem or a text that will embark aboard a satellite. The satellite will travel in space for 50,000 years before returning to earth, so that future humans can examine the wreck and read the texts included.

Nerdanel · 09-19-2005, 07:29 PM

This is originally a poem written in my mother tongue, Swedish. I decided to try to translate it after a conversation with a friend.
I'd appreciate critics, especially when it comes to use of language.

Keep them open

Forget is what they all want to do
- I want to remember
find the memories
the wounds deep within me
tear them up to see the truth.

Everyone wants to see the ugly wounds disappear
- I want to find mine.
To let them heal
I have to find my deep cuts
and stand the pain.

No one wants to feel it, the hurt
- everyone wants to flee
I want my heart to be torn
my body to scream
because this is all I can stand.

06-19-2005, 08:02 PM	#282
durinsbane2244 Dreamweaver Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: The Misty Mountains, where the spirits go... Posts: 3,560	YAY!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOO HOOOOOOO! finally i can put 'em somewhere without it being anyone i'll see and they can't mock me!! __________________ Lord, what fools these mortals be! ---------------- We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. ---------------- Shanti, shanti, shantih...

06-21-2005, 06:03 PM	#284
Nerdanel Spammer of the Happy Thread Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Helsinki, Finland Posts: 3,512	That is a beautiful poem, Chrys. I love the language you use.. and of course the subject. I'm glad to see that you keep on writing! __________________ "Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known. " - C. Sagan My (photography) website My Flickr page

06-21-2005, 08:58 PM	#286
durinsbane2244 Dreamweaver Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: The Misty Mountains, where the spirits go... Posts: 3,560	good one ! __________________ Lord, what fools these mortals be! ---------------- We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. ---------------- Shanti, shanti, shantih...

07-21-2005, 10:22 AM	#287
Tree Dweller Elven Warrior Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: The bulls-eye for recent hurricanes, but I still love these white sands....nothing compares. Posts: 129	I agree! That's very good! You guys might just inspire me to start writing some again. It's been about a year since I wrote anything. __________________ ------------------------------------------- Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. C. S. Lewis ------------------------------------------- I always liked going South, somehow it feels like going downhill. Treebeard ------------------------------------------- ~~Diary of a Beach Bum~~

07-21-2005, 11:05 AM	#288
Rosie Gamgee The Lovely Hobbit-Lass Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Bounded in a nut-shell Posts: 1,593	Oh, yes, write! Or post some of your old stuff; that's allowed. That poem was very nice, btw! I've wanted to write a poem about Gandalf for some time now... i ahven't found the right words yet. Here's a bit of a poem I'm working on at this particular moment (well, I've been tinkering at it all morning): The praise of a maid I am writing to tell Whose limbs are slender and rare, Whose eyes are blue-green like the hue of the sea When the day is sunny and fair, But whose lovliest sight is the shining starlight That's caught in her gossamer hair. 'Tis Laura, my Laura, 'tis Laura the Fair, Whose tresses billow and shine; When the cool breezes lift the scent of the grass, Lavender and sage and thyme To perfume her hair with the gentle night air; And caress them with fingers sublime. And that's all so far... I'm working on it. __________________ It's New Years Day, just like the day before; Same old skies of grey, same empty bottles on the floor. Another year's gone by, and I was thinking once again, How can I take this losing hand and somehow win? Just give me One Good Year To get my feet back on the ground. I've been chasing grace; Grace ain't so easily found One bad hand can devil a man, chase him and carry him down. I've got to get out of here, just give me One Good Year!

06-21-2005, 05:56 PM	#283
Last Child of Ungoliant The Intermittent One Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: here and there Posts: 4,671	Ode to Mithrandir by Chrys Oh Olorin, Olorin Weaver of dreams The wanderer grey Passing the seams Grey Pilgrim, oh pilgrim Whither goest thou? Passing to the sea All time there to be Bringer of hope Oft to men From Grey to White Renewed thou returned To the End defiant Pursuant of Justice Shadowfax thine steed Passed without heed Ever good thoust were Swift to laugh, as to anger Istari! Istari! The Noblest of them all

06-21-2005, 06:28 PM	#285
Last Child of Ungoliant The Intermittent One Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: here and there Posts: 4,671	thank you so very much

07-23-2005, 07:10 PM	#289
Nerdanel Spammer of the Happy Thread Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Helsinki, Finland Posts: 3,512	Tonight I'm heading for the Sea for everything I need is lost. Too far away to be real far too good to be true.. All I need tonight is my dark corner I don't want to ask for a thing. Please just pretend I'm not here I am not around.. Don't notice me when I go I want to leave in peace. Don't turn around 'cause when you do I'm gone. Please, please just let me go.. Leave me to the Sea. She is fierce tonight..Reaching for me. White wavepeaks embracing my feet Not watching my back.. I might just stab myself. The end of a bridge is a safe place during stormy nights and melancholic nights.. __________________ "Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known. " - C. Sagan My (photography) website My Flickr page

08-02-2005, 08:42 PM	#290
Rosie Gamgee The Lovely Hobbit-Lass Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Bounded in a nut-shell Posts: 1,593	I like it, Nerdy. Okay, here's the completed poem: Fair Laura 7/27/05 The praise of a maid I am writing to tell Whose limbs are slender and rare; Whose eyes are blue-green like the hue of the sea When the day is sunny and fair; But whose loveliest sight is the golden sunlight That’s caught in her gossamer hair. ‘Tis Laura, my Laura, the fairest of fair, Whose tresses billow and shine When the cool breezes lift the scent of the grass, Lavender, sage, and thyme, To perfume her hair with the sweet morning air And caress her with fingers sublime. When she runs o’er the fiery meadows of May, The bright flowers bow as she passes. Her hair flutters behind like a banner of light Pure gold against the green grasses. And when even is nigh, the shades of the sky Compare only as feeble brasses. Laura dances on nimble and delicate feet; The sight is like to a fairy dream Which has deigned to descend for one moment’s grace On the wings of a glitt’ring moon-beam, While golden her locks flow as water o’er rocks On the bed of a woodland stream. Now spilling about her like rivers of gold, Or luminous puddles of wine, As on the pillow she rests her fair head, Her soft-tumbling tresses recline. Who is this, who is slumb’ring bliss Is enraptured by dreams divine? ‘Tis Laura, my Laura, the fairest of fair, The praise of whom I have told, And though the years may fade the light in her eyes, Though her limbs grow feeble and old, Though Time wear away the golden to grey, I shall not lament for the gold. For silver is fairer than gold. __________________ It's New Years Day, just like the day before; Same old skies of grey, same empty bottles on the floor. Another year's gone by, and I was thinking once again, How can I take this losing hand and somehow win? Just give me One Good Year To get my feet back on the ground. I've been chasing grace; Grace ain't so easily found One bad hand can devil a man, chase him and carry him down. I've got to get out of here, just give me One Good Year!

08-14-2005, 03:40 AM	#291
Rûdhaglarien Elven Warrior Join Date: Aug 2002 Posts: 288	The last three poems are wonderful. Each of them. I haven't checked in for a while, so I had a bit of catching up to do. But, lovely work, all of you.

08-23-2005, 06:34 PM	#292
Rosie Gamgee The Lovely Hobbit-Lass Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Bounded in a nut-shell Posts: 1,593	My thanks. __________________ It's New Years Day, just like the day before; Same old skies of grey, same empty bottles on the floor. Another year's gone by, and I was thinking once again, How can I take this losing hand and somehow win? Just give me One Good Year To get my feet back on the ground. I've been chasing grace; Grace ain't so easily found One bad hand can devil a man, chase him and carry him down. I've got to get out of here, just give me One Good Year!

08-24-2005, 05:42 PM	#293
Nerdanel Spammer of the Happy Thread Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Helsinki, Finland Posts: 3,512	It's quite a long one.. I'm not very good at reading long poems myself, so I won't blame you. Morning star It was a morning of silent sunlight A new day of summer rain The foggy waters called her to open up her mind Calling with a smoothing breeze enticing with what she could find No signs of human action no voice to call her back She dived into the mirror to break the silky black - Seven years of misfortune can’t mean anything now, She thought and took direction towards the sunny glow She dreamt she swam to reach the playful rays of a star She let her body go - today nothing’s too far Soon she came to realize that her mind was open wide She opened up her eyes from the dream she could not hide For like when twilight arrives with a cold and sneaky knife She could not resist when the dream took over her life She almost stopped breathing land was too far away - There’s nothing else to do, she said, than try to find a way So she turned her back upon the sun for life was all she had And begun her journey towards home weary, cold and sad She never understood how far her wild dream had taken her And now that she wanted back the way seemed to never occur Her arms and legs were hurting now and breaths were hard to find So she put all her trust in her own fighting mind Her body was numb but still it moved her mind was blank but still she fought For life had taken hold of her fighting the dream without a thought The road was long, the water cold still the sun stayed with her Even when she had turned her back the dream was strong as fear She swam and let have their fight so no one noticed when The dream slowly took hold of her life and released her from sin Her life was short but only a dream so was it not only right That the seven years of misfortune to come were changed into Light? It was a night of owls howling A passed day of blood red skies __________________ "Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known. " - C. Sagan My (photography) website My Flickr page

08-30-2005, 06:57 PM	#294
Rosie Gamgee The Lovely Hobbit-Lass Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Bounded in a nut-shell Posts: 1,593	I rather like it. (It's not really that long, either, I didn't think.) Nice imagery. __________________ It's New Years Day, just like the day before; Same old skies of grey, same empty bottles on the floor. Another year's gone by, and I was thinking once again, How can I take this losing hand and somehow win? Just give me One Good Year To get my feet back on the ground. I've been chasing grace; Grace ain't so easily found One bad hand can devil a man, chase him and carry him down. I've got to get out of here, just give me One Good Year!

08-30-2005, 07:09 PM	#295
Nerdanel Spammer of the Happy Thread Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Helsinki, Finland Posts: 3,512	Thanks for the comment.. __________________ "Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known. " - C. Sagan My (photography) website My Flickr page

09-15-2005, 07:17 PM	#296
Nerdanel Spammer of the Happy Thread Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Helsinki, Finland Posts: 3,512	Why do I always fall in love with dreams? Untouched, pure landscapes in the morning mist.. When all I have to do is wait for the fog to dissolve, slowly.. For the true state of this love to show. Once, I fell for a boy, a bright-eyed, clever boy. After that I promised myself never to crawl in the dirt again. I dragged myself up and went to the sea to be washed clean. I let the waves rinse my bare skin until it again shone, white like the stars in the dark night sky. Still, I am there, noticing that I keep falling, deeper, deeper, drowning. And no anger fills my heart, except the fury I hold to myself. No disappointment, no frustration, no hate; I keep it to myself, only show it to myself. For in the deep sea, who else is there to direct it to? Why do I always believe in dreams? In ever-shining stars and an infinite universe.. When all I have to do is close my eyes and see that there’s nothing I’m missing.. To see that after all, there’s nothing as fragile as me. __________________ "Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known. " - C. Sagan My (photography) website My Flickr page

09-15-2005, 07:22 PM	#297
Lotesse of the House of Fëanor Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 6,150	Yeah this is where your poem should be. I was wondering how come it was in the venting thread! Again, an amazing piece of inspired poetry, Nerdanel; absolutely beautiful. __________________ Few people have the imagination for reality. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

09-18-2005, 07:27 AM	#299
*Jonathan* Entmoot Attorney-General, Equilibrating the Scales of Justice, Administrator ♎ Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Stockholm, Sweden Posts: 3,891	All you good poets in this thread, have a look at this site - http://www.keo.org/uk/pages/message.php There, you can submit a poem or a text that will embark aboard a satellite. The satellite will travel in space for 50,000 years before returning to earth, so that future humans can examine the wreck and read the texts included. __________________ An unwritten post is a delightful universe of infinite possibilities. Set down one word, however, and it immediately becomes earthbound. Set down one sentence and it’s halfway to being just like every other bloody entry that’s ever been written. ☻

09-19-2005, 07:29 PM	#300
Nerdanel Spammer of the Happy Thread Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Helsinki, Finland Posts: 3,512	This is originally a poem written in my mother tongue, Swedish. I decided to try to translate it after a conversation with a friend. I'd appreciate critics, especially when it comes to use of language. *Keep them open* Forget is what they all want to do - I want to remember find the memories the wounds deep within me tear them up to see the truth. Everyone wants to see the ugly wounds disappear - I want to find mine. To let them heal I have to find my deep cuts and stand the pain. No one wants to feel it, the hurt - everyone wants to flee I want my heart to be torn my body to scream because this is all I can stand. __________________ "Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known. " - C. Sagan My (photography) website My Flickr page

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