Post by Nimrodel on May 23, 2009 10:08:46 GMT -5
These arent' all LOTR related or anything but they are the poems I've written:
Things I Like
Dewdrops on roses, the colours of the rainbow,
When school closes, the moon that shines low
The rustle of the leaves, a pop song's melody,
The home a weaver bird weaves and magnolia trees,
The song a nightingale whistles, the wind on my face
The bells that jingle, and daffodils that we gaze,
The laugh of a child, the summit of the hills
Presents in a pile, while light over Earth fills;
Lotuses on a river, going on a hike,
Streams that flow like silver, these are some things that I like.
:~
Hope
Ever the night seems to be falling
Ever the darkness seems to be calling
I see an evening star up yonder -
It shines, and I wonder.
Ever my dreams seem to fade
Ever my wishes seem unmade
I see a light in the distance
As though through a mist is thrown a lance.
Ever sadness invades my day
Ever loneliness pervades my way
I see a hope on the horizon -
It's the sun that has risen.
:~
Loneliness
Like a dream that's not dreamt
Like a promise that just not meant.
Like a song that's not sung
Like a life that hasn't begun.
Like a fire that will not burn
Like the world that just won't turn.
Like a sentence with no sense
Like a jungle that's just not dense.
Like a poem that does not rhyme
Like a clock that shows not time.
Like silence that cannot be still
Like a way without a will.
Like someone standing alone
With nowhere to turn to for home.
:~
The End of the World
One day, when laughter fades,
And songs become unmade;
One night, when stars fall
And dark takes over all;
Do not call me.
When hope is naught but gone,
And flown away is the sun;
When fires have fallen to mere embers,
And we memories cannot remember;
Do not call me.
When green trees have turned dry,
And when the wind can no longer sigh;
When flowers have fallen asleep
And entered into an abyss so deep;
Do not call me.
When smiles die upon our lips,
When the draught of dreams we sip;
When there is nothing to hold on to,
When everything we see is blue;
Do not call me.
When silent footfalls can only be heard;
Where there is no more melody of a bird,
When despair fills the deepest hearts
And when death brings us apart;
Do not call me.
:~
Lone Wolves
There he walks, within shadows
Between the silent whisper of leaves;
Trotting over woods, fields and meadows,
Listening to the wind from the forests' eaves.
he passes like a dark cloud, here and there,
No one ever sees through him
For alone he walks; alone he fares
Pausing only when day grows dim.
They look at him with eyes unseeing,
They listen to him with ears so hollow,
They touch him with hands unfeeling,
They do not wait for him - they go.
What lies deep in his heart? Who would know?
What lures him away? Why does he go?
Where does his life really start? Will he show?
What are his thoughts night and day? Where do they flow?
Who would know? I would.
I was there in the shadows
Crying with him.
I was there in the meadows,
Sighing with him.
I walked with him here and there,
I saw through him.
I followed him everywhere
even when the day grew dim.
I looked at him with eyes so tearful
I listened to him with ears straight full,
I held his hand with love,
I waited for him; I did not go.
What lies deep in his heart? Who would know?
What lures him away? Why does he go?
Where does his life really start? Will he show?
What are his thoughts night and day? Where do they flow?
Who would know? I would.
For tears are both in our eyes,
For hope only wells up in our hearts
For as time quickly flies,
We might soon be apart.
And now I walk, within shadows,
Between the silent whisper of leaves;
Trotting over woods, fields and meadows,
Listening to the wind from the forests' eaves.
I pass like a dark cloud; here and there,
No one ever sees through me
For alone I walk, alone I fare,
Only when night comes am I free.
For I have lost him
In the overwhelming din.
But in my dreams we still meet,
Listening to our own heartbeats.
:~
In Reality ...
Wherever I walk, there is winter.
Whenever I talk, people shiver.
Wherever I gaze, people see through me.
It's as if they're in a daze; just letting me be
Without persistance; without existance.
Whenever I close my eyes, I see a vision
It's like I'm tied to some sort of mission.
When my heart has drowned, my tears, they freeze;
When my desire i've found; I still get no release.
Without hope, yet with troubles to cope.
Whenever I sigh, there is a reason.
Why do I hde, when bright are the seasons?
When my mind is in ache, more dire deeds arrive.
When I do wake, I see nothing survives -
From a dream, as I deemed.
For in my dreams, it is spring.
With babbling streams, with birds that sing.
Wherever I gaze, I see green growing,
The sun is unfazed, and it is no longer snowing
Where I walk; when I talk.
But in my dreams, there's one better thing
Than babbling streams, and birds in spring
For there with someone I sigh; with someone I walk;
With one I smile, with one I talk -
Unceasingly, yet seizing me.
But when I wake, all is gone,
Then dawn breaks, the new morn,
With babbling streams, and birds that sing,
I see that my dreams could begin
If I let them start; and keep a smile in my heart.
:~
What do you think???
Things I Like
Dewdrops on roses, the colours of the rainbow,
When school closes, the moon that shines low
The rustle of the leaves, a pop song's melody,
The home a weaver bird weaves and magnolia trees,
The song a nightingale whistles, the wind on my face
The bells that jingle, and daffodils that we gaze,
The laugh of a child, the summit of the hills
Presents in a pile, while light over Earth fills;
Lotuses on a river, going on a hike,
Streams that flow like silver, these are some things that I like.
:~
Hope
Ever the night seems to be falling
Ever the darkness seems to be calling
I see an evening star up yonder -
It shines, and I wonder.
Ever my dreams seem to fade
Ever my wishes seem unmade
I see a light in the distance
As though through a mist is thrown a lance.
Ever sadness invades my day
Ever loneliness pervades my way
I see a hope on the horizon -
It's the sun that has risen.
:~
Loneliness
Like a dream that's not dreamt
Like a promise that just not meant.
Like a song that's not sung
Like a life that hasn't begun.
Like a fire that will not burn
Like the world that just won't turn.
Like a sentence with no sense
Like a jungle that's just not dense.
Like a poem that does not rhyme
Like a clock that shows not time.
Like silence that cannot be still
Like a way without a will.
Like someone standing alone
With nowhere to turn to for home.
:~
The End of the World
One day, when laughter fades,
And songs become unmade;
One night, when stars fall
And dark takes over all;
Do not call me.
When hope is naught but gone,
And flown away is the sun;
When fires have fallen to mere embers,
And we memories cannot remember;
Do not call me.
When green trees have turned dry,
And when the wind can no longer sigh;
When flowers have fallen asleep
And entered into an abyss so deep;
Do not call me.
When smiles die upon our lips,
When the draught of dreams we sip;
When there is nothing to hold on to,
When everything we see is blue;
Do not call me.
When silent footfalls can only be heard;
Where there is no more melody of a bird,
When despair fills the deepest hearts
And when death brings us apart;
Do not call me.
:~
Lone Wolves
There he walks, within shadows
Between the silent whisper of leaves;
Trotting over woods, fields and meadows,
Listening to the wind from the forests' eaves.
he passes like a dark cloud, here and there,
No one ever sees through him
For alone he walks; alone he fares
Pausing only when day grows dim.
They look at him with eyes unseeing,
They listen to him with ears so hollow,
They touch him with hands unfeeling,
They do not wait for him - they go.
What lies deep in his heart? Who would know?
What lures him away? Why does he go?
Where does his life really start? Will he show?
What are his thoughts night and day? Where do they flow?
Who would know? I would.
I was there in the shadows
Crying with him.
I was there in the meadows,
Sighing with him.
I walked with him here and there,
I saw through him.
I followed him everywhere
even when the day grew dim.
I looked at him with eyes so tearful
I listened to him with ears straight full,
I held his hand with love,
I waited for him; I did not go.
What lies deep in his heart? Who would know?
What lures him away? Why does he go?
Where does his life really start? Will he show?
What are his thoughts night and day? Where do they flow?
Who would know? I would.
For tears are both in our eyes,
For hope only wells up in our hearts
For as time quickly flies,
We might soon be apart.
And now I walk, within shadows,
Between the silent whisper of leaves;
Trotting over woods, fields and meadows,
Listening to the wind from the forests' eaves.
I pass like a dark cloud; here and there,
No one ever sees through me
For alone I walk, alone I fare,
Only when night comes am I free.
For I have lost him
In the overwhelming din.
But in my dreams we still meet,
Listening to our own heartbeats.
:~
In Reality ...
Wherever I walk, there is winter.
Whenever I talk, people shiver.
Wherever I gaze, people see through me.
It's as if they're in a daze; just letting me be
Without persistance; without existance.
Whenever I close my eyes, I see a vision
It's like I'm tied to some sort of mission.
When my heart has drowned, my tears, they freeze;
When my desire i've found; I still get no release.
Without hope, yet with troubles to cope.
Whenever I sigh, there is a reason.
Why do I hde, when bright are the seasons?
When my mind is in ache, more dire deeds arrive.
When I do wake, I see nothing survives -
From a dream, as I deemed.
For in my dreams, it is spring.
With babbling streams, with birds that sing.
Wherever I gaze, I see green growing,
The sun is unfazed, and it is no longer snowing
Where I walk; when I talk.
But in my dreams, there's one better thing
Than babbling streams, and birds in spring
For there with someone I sigh; with someone I walk;
With one I smile, with one I talk -
Unceasingly, yet seizing me.
But when I wake, all is gone,
Then dawn breaks, the new morn,
With babbling streams, and birds that sing,
I see that my dreams could begin
If I let them start; and keep a smile in my heart.
:~
What do you think???