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.
Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version)Abends spät, da klopft es leise,Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gandalf war’s, der Graue Weise.
„Frodo, Lust auf einen kurzen Flug,
Auf Adlers Schwinge, schnell genug?“
„Warum soll ich heut Nacht denn fliegen,
Wo auch im Bett ich könnte liegen?“
„Um Saurons Ring schnell zu vernichten,
So spar’n wir uns gar viel Geschichten.“
So flogen sie zum Schicksalsberg,
Sahen weder Ork noch Zwerg,
Ließen dann den Ring reinplumpsen
Hörten laut des Berges Rumsen,
Danach sie flogen wieder heim,
Welt retten kann so einfach sein.
Beware a Master of WordsIf the pen is mightier than the swordBeware a Master of Words2 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
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are secrets more than I can tell
There ancient lore of long-lost lands
Still lingers on in elven hands
In Rivendell, in Imladris
Are love and laughter, joy and bliss
East of Sea few places remain
That grant such sure surcease from pain
In Imladris, in Rivendell
They shall not yet say their farewell
For even when all else may fade
Some light shall live, untouched by shade.
AkallabethAkallabeth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet such was the cunning of Sauron, and the strength of his hidden will, that ere three years had passed, he bacame close to the councils of the king...And Sauron spoke to the king, saying that his strength was so great, he need not be subject to the ban of the Valar. Then the king harkened to Sauron...and in those days the fleets of the Numenoreans blackened the waters west of the land...and Sauron withdrew to the inmost circles of his dark temple. (Akallabêth, The Silmarillion)
Once he laughed,
In his dark hall-
The lord of all.
Twice he laughed,
For weak-willed men
Who fell, became
His servants then.
Thrice he laughed,
The shadows rang-
Though Doom upon
a thread should hang.
A final time
Would he have laughed?
But then Doom fell-
An iron shaft.
Seemed to frown
On Sauron Gorthaur,
He guessed not
The Valar's wrath,
Though long we walked
His Master's path...
Until the Void
Of Morgoth's crown
Claimed Sauron G
Persephone and HadesPersephone & HadesPersephone and Hades7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He watched his opposite.
His other half.
(Goddess of the Earth who belonged in the Sun)
They truly were the more he thought about it.
(Dark sun kissed skin & dark firry red hair with leaf green eyes)
(His skin so pale & blonde hair and icy blue eyes)
She stares out with lightless eyes at the river of Styx wanting to cross it.
To go back up & stand under the warm sun where she belongs.
To talk to the flowers & watch them grow while birds sing in praise of her beauty.
Eating honeysuckles & pomegranates & drinking the finest wine.
He was selfish, but even so she would look at him love.
(Her fingers tangled in his hair when she kissed him)
She would try her best to smile at him and tell him she loved him.
Her words were like a sweet powdery lie that would melt on his tongue.
He was a selfish monster who devoured these lies in the dead of night when they were tangled together in silk and sweat.
(He always felt like he was melting when he held her at night)
She would sit n
Do Blood Elves Lay Eggs?So. Ahve been tinkin. Do Blood Elves Lay Eggs?Do Blood Elves Lay Eggs?6 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.
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!
Elves and DwarvesWe are the ones the Dwarves hate, We are the ones the Elves hate,Elves and Dwarves1 year 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
Carpathian LoveI have fallen,Carpathian Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell in love with you.
Nothing will stop me,
From winning your heart.
You will see me,
You will love me,
You will know me,
As I know wish you.
Nothing hurts me more,
Than seeing you in pain.
Crying over fear of life,
For threats have been sent your way.
I'll find them and kill them,
And the threats will go away.
I'll take my life before I lose you,
I'll end the pain of your loss.
For the many years I lived,
Have I once felt this strong.
I want to hold you,
Make you feel safe.
You gave me emotion,
And restored my coloured sight,
You have kept the demon at bay,
I've been alone for many years,
No emotion and no fears.
Then I met you,
And things have all changed.
I gave you blood,
You gave me yours,
And with this exchange,
Your life will change,
I will know what you think,
And the same will go for you.
Nothing secret will tear us apart,
I will be by your side,
I don't care what's in the past,
I only care if you are alright.
Song to the starsOh, dear starsSong to the stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please watch over him
And bring him safe to me
Oh, beloved lights
Which shine in the dark night
Please warm his heart
So he can smile
Among you he shines
And with him
He takes my heart
Every time he leaves.
I wait on the cold shore
Every single morning
For him to come back
And only an embrace I wish
To keep me warm
Until his return.
Loved, yet lonely
I am, but who can tell
My bitter pain
Of knowing him so away
In the nights
And darkness so cold,
In a dreamless world?
LullabyAcross vast fields and oceans blueLullaby2 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
The Lover and the LionLover:The Lover and the Lion2 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
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire3 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
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, Honey...11 months 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.
Yes I Am A ChristianYes, I am A Christian.Yes I Am A Christian6 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
InitiationShiningInitiation3 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.
.you're afraid.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let anyone
stoke the fire
in your chest
you will burn
J. R. R. TolkienJust see who entersJ. R. R. Tolkien3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the realm of dreams
that none have seen
legends of old
Molding them into
Reaping the fruits
that in his mind grow
to rivers of words
that from his pen flow
Travel through the lands,
follow the dream
He gives you his hand...
Enter with him!
The Breathing StoneYour eyes wander the forest,The Breathing Stone4 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