The Ride of RohirrimThe beacons litThe Ride of Rohirrim5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The oath gives speed
Horses and riders tall
The sparkling shield
On bloody field
We answer Gondor's call!
Kisses to wives
The last goodbyes
Who returns, we don't know
This is the day
When we can't stay
The King calls, we follow
The sea of spears
The sun sheds tears
Eorlingas ride to war
To the red day
To glory, fame
In the ancestors' hall!
The Song of Aragorn and ArwenHe:The Song of Aragorn and Arwen5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Among the songs of waterfalls
in a valley green and fair
I sang the song of Lúthien
and spring was in the air.
Among the birches' silver trunks
I heard your silent song.
And I saw youth and innocence -
- and I felt something strong.
In that moment I lost my heart:
forever will it dwell
enchanted in your tender palm
in spring in Rivendell.
The wind sang in the mallorn leaves:
each leaf a small green gem.
I found no peace with summer breeze
in dreamy Lórien.
From distant lands under strange stars
I came weary, my feet sore.
I sought only rest from the war -
- and I found so much more...
You came to me like a king of old,
a white gem upon your brow.
And what I saw was a noble man.
And what I felt... was love.
Autumn has come to Rivendell,
the leaves wither and fall.
And I must go: to victory,
or to the end of all.
I watch you leave: as strong and wise
as a mighty king of Men.
And behind darkness, winter's chill
I hope we meet again.
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and brave and fair;
Fierce they are and proud,
Tall and dark of hair;
Filled with passion and iron of will,
A two edged sword this can be.
Never do they turn aside from their propose,
From no enemy do they flee.
Ache their hands do to craft and create,
Beloved of the Smith are they.
Burn their minds do for knowledge,
But into folly they sometimes stray.
Lovers of hills and open lands,
The Watchtower their first home.
Many other glorious kingdoms did they build,
Seven High Kings they have known.
DunedainDunedain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faring far and wide ,
His sword by side ;
Never resting elsewhere than the wild ,
Light footed and keen eyed.
His only friend was beast and bird ,
Tree and stone his only home ;
The blood of Numenor in him was all but gone.
Proud and grim ,
All in one ;
He answered to noone...
Melima Alda, Melima EldarDedicated to Benshaman's mother for empowering him to empower others, bless it all.Melima Alda, Melima Eldar7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Melima Alda, Melima Eldar
Living the dream with the Elves, the Quendelie,
I create my own reality regardless of whatever you tell me.
I've felt the blue bolt, blue ray, indigo, serious.
Nielliun, Nielluune, Nierninwa - Sirius.
I'm living in my hoon, my hondo, my indo,
My heart space, my oore, and our eyes are the window.
I'm living in my heartspace, living in Elwen.
When you perceive perfection all lands become Elven.
Mel-ser, meles, maaloo, melme, melima,
Melisse, melindo, nilda, melwa, iirima!
Everything's blessed, every deeds karma,
Everythings almaarea, herenya. Everyfood's maana.
Almare, blessed. Almie, blessed.
Tolkien, Ben Tree, D.A.V. - blessed.
Parks and forests where the darkness doesn't choose for us
Until Morwinyon, the "glint in dark" called Arcturus.
When I come back from the rainforests, there's a hint.
One Love to Sparxillva, spraycan, silver tinte.
I swing the makil of truth, The falqua
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.
"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."
She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from
Yes I Am A ChristianYes, I am A Christian.Yes I Am A Christian11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But that does not make me a radical fanatic who constantly shoves the Bible down your throat.
Yes, I Am A Christian,
And that can mean that no, I don't like abortion, nor do I like gay marriage. But, do remember, I am a human, and entitled to my own opinion.
Yes, I am a Christian,
But I do not believe that God will suddenly make things better, stop hunger, and end world suffering. I don't even count on Him to end mine.
Yes, I am A Christian,
and I do get angry at God. I get furious with Him all the time.
Yes, I am A Christian,
and I do not give all my belongings to the poor, nor do I preach on the side of the street.
Yes, I am A Christian,
So I am allowed to make mistakes.
Yes, I Am Christian,
but that doesn’t mean I don't fight back.
Yes, I Am A Christian,
but that does not mean I like to rape boys.
But, I'll tell you what I do like to do;
I pray for peace, for love and hope,
that one day, violence and agony will refuse to show.
That God will work through
BooksTo some peopleBooks10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they're just bits of paper
glued to a fragile spine
But to me they are friends
welcoming me at any time
opening up their hearts
to show me their secrets
I laugh with them
I cry with them
they've let me into
the lives of so many
people with fantastic lives
people who have grand adventures
and for a few hours
That I'm just me
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heartbreaking a writer's heart.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.
Mommy MommyMommy mommyMommy Mommy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at me
See what all I can be
Aren't you wowed
What can I do to make you proud
Please get out of bed
I'm tired mistaking you to be dead
Please don't cry
You and step daddy don't have to say good bye
Did I do good
I did the best that I could
I didn't mean to make you part
And make step daddy break your heart
No need for shame
I will take all the blame
Please don't date
It really is something that I hate
Don't leave me again
Can't you see I'm in so much pain
Please come back
Your heart has turned black
I don't want to watch the young one
Can't the dates be completely over and done
Are you even my mom anymore
Because you just seem like an uncaring whore
I hope you're happy
Because you've lost me
The Fellowship of Me and You.Come all, Come all to our humble aboad!The Fellowship of Me and You.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kick off your boots and lay down your sword!
No weapons are needed,
Just boat loads of love!
For it's the Lord of the Rings that we fancy true,
And all we need is the fellowship of me and you.
To guide us through the two towers,
And all through the night,
To finally fight in that epic fight,
Through the return of the king,
I'll know you'll be at my side,
You'll be here to the end,
My good friend,
And to what can I repay you for you're loyalty?
But a seat on my throne,
Right next to me.
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.