Beware a Master of WordsIf the pen is mightier than the swordBeware a Master of Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then a writer is a mighty man indeed
He is a master of words
And poetry is his creed
His simple phrases
Placed in simple rhyme
Twist thoughts and emotions
Like a child with twine
He can make you feel
Like the rough edges
Of a dragons bone
He can make you smell
Without a single breath
The cold rotting scent
Of a thing we call death
He can make you hear
A foreign sound
Like a loud-mouthed bard
In a renaissance town
It is with his words
He commits inception
With honest thoughts
And cruel deception
But before you know it
You will agree
With whatever he writes
Don't you see?
For the day is coming
When you'll find
That all your thoughts
Are from his mind
So heed this advice
Lest ye future grieve
The greatest lies
Are the ones you want to believe
Gollum the Former HobbitGollum the Former HobbitGollum the Former Hobbit7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You know Merry, and Pippin, and Frodo, and Samwise,
Bilbo, and Fatty, and old Gaffer Hamfast.
But do you recall
The most creepy (ex) Hobbit of all?
Gollum, the former Hobbit,
Has some very grey-green skin.
And if you ever saw him,
You might think he was too thin.
All of the other Hobbits,
Used to point and run away.
They sent away poor Smeagol
To never see the light of day.
Then one dark and creepy time,
Bilbo came to say:
Gollum, with your eyes so bright,
Im gonna steal your ring tonight!
Then how the dwarves loved him,
But Gollum was furious.
Bilbo, you stupid fat Hobbit!
You have stole our precious!
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor8 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.
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wine until bottom
And pain of fame
He was my father
His anger like flood
We sealed our Oath
In fire and blood
The flame extinguished
By Oath we're still bound
Through tears and pain
No rest to be found
The blood on my hands
And my hand in chains
What was it for
When nothing remains?
The Light we sought, burns
So close, yet so far
We are not worthy
To touch a star
Burning flame, take me
And clean the stain
Take the cursed Jewel
And end my pain!
In fire it started
In fire it ends
Just like my father
The fire in my veins
Do Blood Elves Lay Eggs?So. Ahve been tinkin. Do Blood Elves Lay Eggs?Do Blood Elves Lay Eggs?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come on, ya know dey do, ah know dey do.
Da points for? Well, one point is.. ah say dey do.
If ah say dey lay eggs, dey lay eggs, reet?!
An ahm pretteh sure ya will agree, dat is natural.
Elves. Must. Lay. Eggs.
Ya tellin me dey don need ta lay eggs?
eres some new fo ya.
If dey don lay eggs, dey will die out.
Oh, das wha ya mean.
reet. ave ya seen an elf givin birt?
Ugh, das disgustin.
Elves and DwarvesWe are the ones the Dwarves hate, We are the ones the Elves hate,Elves and Dwarves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For there is no love in them. We're not good enough for them.
It is gold and jewels they care for, It is purity and beauty they care for,
While we are the ones they condemn. Whereas we are the ones they condemn.
Dwarves only dig and seek riches, Elves only sing and do nothing,
They care not for the troubles we face. They care not for the troubles we face.
Only feasting and fighting amuse them, Only forests and starlight amuse them,
And they're lacking in wis
InitiationShiningInitiation4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ingrained in him,
"Thy wisdom come
of fiction, truth."
Before her stretch the ponds
that lesser men call oceans.
There is no understanding
across the rift of thought.
I am a tetrahedron, ribs
of mercy spawned uphold the laws
and house the frailty of a promise,
lucid like a glowing eye.
Severity then strips my hull of bone
and drops her froth into my open skull
until I'm not transparent anymore,
put through this make-opaque-experiment.
The Lover and the LionLover:The Lover and the Lion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am made of matchsticks and red ribbons and tiny
sparks of Saturday-morning duvet hopes ricocheting
around my brain into a pattern of torn petals from
daisies. Lovers are destroyers of flowers, we know
this. This is why we belong under trees and in wheat
fields, letting buttercups and dandelions grow between
our toes and around our shoulders. We are made to belong.
Whoever said that a lion is made by birth was
not telling anybody the whole truth. If you would
like to know how, when you stand up, when you roar,
does it feel right? Are you brave? Only the brave can be lions.
a sheep dressing itself in fur and mane will only convince its herd
that it is delusional. You can take the lion out of the desert,
but you will never take the desert from the lion.
Anyone who thinks otherwise must know that you cannot tame what is not willing.
I am made to serve my purpose. To hold anyone who is interested
in the palm of my hands and in the chambers of my heart, to chase
LullabyAcross vast fields and oceans blueLullaby3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lies the land of what's myth and true
Where thy dreams lived and future foretold
And where thou canst find the memories of old
Where time fails to keep record of every breath
The land everlasting, unaffected by death
Gloryleave the winding, whispering windsGlory6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
abandoned on dusty roads
singing their tempting flights of fancy
to they who leave their homes, all they've known
for a thin taste of glory, a brief-sung name
never to see home again
in wake of dragons' gold
leave it for the fools to clamor
chasing half-imagined dreams
lest you, too, become as smoke and ash on a long-forgotten plain
and for a fleeting, shining moment
.your heart.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
not to beat
Giving ThanksWe sang our promises to each otherGiving Thanks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you drove towards the bazaar,
Old-new music turning the air sharp and crisp
As the fiery trees that flew by.
Then we walked a little later
Through still-green fields and tire hills,
Speaking of springtime blossoms
As a wintery wind nipped at our hands.
Sitting on what felt like a grassy observation platform,
We ignored the phantom stares of others
And found ourselves in each other
As a summertime sun beat against us.
This new world of ours
Can and will survive the seasons,
For now we two cannot be separated,
Filled to bursting with love and hope.
Whispers at Dawn'Twas dawn she heard him calling...Whispers at Dawn3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Miss, say a prayer for me,
For only God doth know mine fate,
And he shall not decree.
I am a ghost upon this earth,
And trapped upon it yet,
Until a kiss from one so fine
My freedom true and set.
Then even God shall have to sway
And let me pass from here,
To roam with others dead as me
With merriment and cheer.
And while I be a phantom lass,
Please do not cry those tears.
For death is not so cruel and harsh,
So put away those fears....
Now off I sail to heaven, love,
Until we meet again.
I'll wait for you as always, girl,
Just yonder, past the plain.
And when your bones are weak and old,
And mortal soul set free,
Go roam and search awhile, love
And you shall be with me.
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, Honey...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think I choose
To feel worthless?
To feel empty,
To feel sick to my stomach because I think too much?
To feel broken,
To feel hopeless,
Angry at myself..
To feel suicidal, sometimes without knowing a reason?
To feel the need to lay in bed all day,
Without moving a muscle,
Because getting up would just make me want to fall back down?
Depression is never a choice.
You don't choose depression.
Depression chooses you.
We don't need ignorant people to choose us, too.
Shout - Find Me...Shout! (Find Me)Shout - Find Me...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can you look past
My fleshy skin
And find the person
And very angry
It's really hard to
I dance, I cry
Sing and fret
You'll never guess,
So don't you bet.
I wear a mask
Behind you'll see
For that is me.
I'm such a riddle
I don't exist
So all you'll find
Is glowing mist
Heart of hearts
Dogs and birds
My true voice
Cannot be heard.
See me now!
I've got to get
Paint a picture
Find the clue!
I hope you know
I count on you.
Can't you see?
It's all right there!
But all you do is
Stand and stare.
Take a breath.
A hint I'll drop.
It's me you'll spot.
Among the mesh
Of feathered things,
Of tea cups, monsters
Amid the sky
Above the trees,
And past the swarm
Of bumble bees...
Beyond the dock
And past the beast
Behind the lizard scale
Look past the skull
And see what's there
And just beyond
The maiden fair...
Look very closely,
And you just might s
Beyt YhwhMy soul longs to be near you,Beyt Yhwh12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart pounds... fleeting,
when yours is not in sync.
Flesh seems, useless.
When close you're not to touch.
Breaths are, fleeting.
breast cannot contain the air.
When comparing my love for you,
to a once empty lung.
In no confinement will it bear.
Always drawn in your vicinity,
as the compass points true north.
Every notion of my being,
toward your visage journeys forth.
As a constant flowers growth,
in the spring through to fall.
Thus you're majesty tenfold blooms,
piercing light to knees I'd crawl.
On all fours I bear any burden,
for a moment basking in your splendor.
A moment will that last eternal,
worth every trial of my endeavor.
Yes I Am A ChristianYes, I am A Christian.Yes I Am A Christian1 year 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
The Breathing StoneYour eyes wander the forest,The Breathing Stone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brushing the murky green floor.
You see a stone beneath you.
A stone? Or something more?
A cry of shock bursts from your lips
As the stone takes a flying leap.
This stone is not a stone at all
But a toad alarmed from sleep!
How strange a creature, motivated
Into action all at once!
With pounding heart, he tenses up
And springs forth in a jump!
Your naked eye squints shrewdly down
At the heart that beats within.
Each pound thrums through his body;
Shakes the warts upon his skin.
Repulsed by him, you move on,
But the toad does not.
He's left alone in winter's grip,
Nestled deep within the rot.
Winter passes, then comes Spring,
A time for life's renewal.
Out comes the toad, warts unchanged.
Nature, too, can be quite cruel.
Resigned to be alone, the toad,
Still caked with dried up earth,
Waits for the skies to open up,
And rain down his rebirth.
The skies do grace him one fine day,
And he flies up in a leap.
So sweet is the toad's victory,
In the face of stark
.you're afraid.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let anyone
stoke the fire
in your chest
you will burn