Gilraen's LullabySleep, my sonGilraen's Lullaby5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow
Sleep, my child
the sun hides till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret
that can bring a danger
And father to child
doesn't have to be stranger
Sleep, my Hope
and hope of your people
Than mighty oak
your roots are deeper
Once you will know
the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour
and hopes of your kindred,
Sleep, my son
while darkness is soothing,
while you can rest
from the call of duty...
Once you will ride
to hardship and danger
and like your father
you will be a ranger
Sleep, my child
like in a nest eagle
when the stars shine,
distant and regal
Sleep, gain more strength,
and courage and strong will
that you will need
to grow and fulfil
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
Lament for the White Tree.Lament for the White Tree.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sign of kings and Numenor's power,
Born from Celeborn's white flower,
Nimloth fair, tall did you grow,
But in Ar-Pharazon you found a foe.
Oh, Nimloth fair, blessed Tree,
The axe did fall, thrice times three,
Nimloth, who Yavanna adored,
Fell to blow from axe and sword.
Yet praises be to Elendil tall,
Who took, before Numenor's fall,
Nimloth's child, small and fair,
In Minas Ithil it blossomed there.
Though thrice it died, to plague or war,
Thrice the king a sapling saw.
Nimloth! Nimloth! Your name is fair,
Your children live whilst kings take air.
But now that time is gone and dead.
No king to lead the country's head.
Nimloth now has no heir,
Gondor has no king to care.
In the Steward's courtyard bright,
The last White Tree, no longer white,
Waiting for the king to come,
There are no Ages of the Sun.
The line of Numenor is gone,
Of those old kings there is not one.
Nimloth bright, you wait in vain,
The kings will not come again!
Ai, Nimloth! Fairer than Tinuviel,
In Numenor once you f
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.
Gollum the Former HobbitGollum the Former HobbitGollum the Former Hobbit8 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!
DunedainDunedain6 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...
Calm on the OutsideShe's hurting,Calm on the Outside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's crying inside.
And hiding her eyes.
Yeah you wont,
hear a thing,
It's a-ll inside.
Her smile's a lie.
She stares out,
And wishes to die.
When she'll jump,
She'll finally fly.
See her face,
She's hiding it all,
So you wont,
Yeah you wont,
See her fall...
Calm on the Oustside, written by Emma Thrussell, 27/11/12
A New Life: Faramir and EowynA New LifeA New Life: Faramir and Eowyn6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wounded and weak
I feel that I have little hope
For what is to come
I am at the end of my rope
Lying among the sick and the broken
What is my life worth?
I have failed my father;
Branded second-rate at my birth
I should have died
That was my intention
But death found me not
Due to a Halfling's intervention
So here will I walk
In the Houses of Healing
Sorting through my thoughts
Wondering what it is that I am feeling
Oh, how suddenly things can change!
This was something unforeseen
An angel is here!
I wonder if it is only a dream?
A fire is burning in her spirit
Untamed, wild and free
Independent and determined
I wonder if she'll even notice me?
I speak to her and find
That it leads me to despair
Another holds her heart
Alas! She'll never want me there!
But perhaps there is hope
Maybe she will see
That the love she is searching for
Comes not from him, but from me
Oh, how I would feel
If she would give me her heart!
The joy inside of me
Would fill my every par
If Ever I Lost YouWhat weighs on your mind?If Ever I Lost You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's taking up your time?
You tell me not to worry and you swear you're really fine
Please open up to me
Tell me of your fears
You know I'll kiss the scars and I'll wipe away your tears
Don't keep it to yourself
You know you're not alone
I couldn't live my life without you ever coming home
I'd be so lost inside
I wouldn't recognize
The person that I see in the reflection of your eyes
Just tell me you're okay, and that you love me too
I don't know what I'd do
If ever I lost you…
A Nerdy Love PoemBefore you arrived,A Nerdy Love Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you annoying buffoon,
My life was more barren
than the sands of Dune.
And then you appeared,
Like a Doctor from space,
with your ridiculous clothes
and your comical face.
We're not like Edward and Bella
and their blather of fate:
We're like Sauron and Voldemort
deciding to date.
See, I'd travel to Mordor
with you any day.
We'd be like Frodo and Sam,
but a little less gay.
The Capitol couldn't stop us!
. . . that's totally a lie:
if we started rebellions
we'd probably die.
We'd feast in King's Landing
on lamprey and tarts
then murder our enemies
with thousands of farts
Our house words would NOT
be "stupid and fat"
though I like "moon of my life"
much better than "brat."
Whenever you're sweet
I think it's a fluke,
but if you were nice all the time
you wouldn't be Luke.
But I like you a lot,
even though you're a pain.
Like how Serenity's crew
still hasn't killed Jayne.
You give my life meaning,
you silly old man,
like the Joker needs Batman
for all of his plans.
A Mother's Lullaby for Her SonsA Mother’s Lullaby for Her Sons IA Mother's Lullaby for Her Sons2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hush now, my little ones,
Sleep now and dream of the sun
Shining bright, warm upon your face,
Know not of our people’s disgrace.
Dream not of death and decay,
Let my voice chase them away.
And in their stead, as you rest your head
Upon feathered beds, know not of dread.
But experience the joys of innocent youth
As I prolong the horrible truth
With words full of love
And dreams of gems like the stars above.
Sleep now, my dear
For slumber is near.
Think not of our people’s strife,
As you live a happier life
Here in our lodging in the Blue Mountains,
Of granite halls and marble fountains.
Float away to the lands of sleep,
O’er the Mountains and to dungeons deep.
Drift on clouds of the midnight sky,
Softer than the bed on which you lie,
Until the morning dawn shall break
When the red sun rises shall you wake,
May your beards grow ever longer,
And your arms grow ever stronger.
A Mother’s Lullaby for Her Sons II
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
Fuck your truth, I'll find my ownI have never understood the bipolarityFuck your truth, I'll find my own2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the world, how it gives you ice
with one hand and fire with the other.
Be proud of who you are.
Pride is a sin.
Seize your life.
Go with the flow.
Fear is a gift.
Fear is the road to hate.
MessageOn theMessage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once cried my prayers
into, I found a note:
A Note For When you Can't Sleep at 4 a.m.I am not really good at this thing either.A Note For When you Can't Sleep at 4 a.m.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know how to grow up.
It is a lot scarier than I thought it would be.
Like I am a sail boat lost at sea,
Going from my homeland, to a new horizon.
I have no direction.
But I’ll promise you, if you promise me.
Stop treating yourself like we already have torn sails,
Cheap wood to drag us to the bottom of the ocean.
Just going through the motions
We have electric souls,
And lightning rods for veins.
Energy crackles through us,
We have the power to do anything.
We’re made of stardust,
Learn to trust
The little kid that day dreamed at one time
And could find hope while cloud gazing.
Find your fire.
And then build yourself a castle of a future
With spindles and spires
And make yourself the ruler.
Write your own favorite story.
Make your life feel like a well - read book,
Dog eared, with coffee ring marks.
Something that causes a spark
In your heart.
And make sure you love the main character.
Fairy Tale GirlFairy tale little girl.Fairy Tale Girl2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wears a crown upon her head,
And befriends the monsters under her bed.
She sings songs to birds.
But no one ever heard
Her cries when the castle walls came tumbling down.
Real world little girl.
She weaves herself a fantasy inside her mind.
Hoping to find
The same peace from when she was young.
And she's like water colors.
So soft, and easily washed away.
She is the soft blues in the morning of a new day.
I found her hiding within her tower.
Far above the real world below.
She is so broken but never lets it show,
So desperate for some fairy tale ending.
She asked me quietly one day,
'Do you think the world will ever be like my story books?'
I thought for a moment before replying,
'In order to survive there are some bad things you have to overlook.'
'The world is grey.'
I heard her say one day.
As if accepting the odd mixture of good and bad.
Her voice sounded happy and sad,
All at once.
As she ripped away the last page
In her story book.
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
INTPWe are architects.INTP4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We roam the empty streets that we've created.
We block out the ones who could help us most.
We are vain in our conquest to get things done. To create. To envision.
We are pressured by ourselves and self driven. Almost to a point of madness.
We are united and alone. Builders and constructors.
We are the ones who build the floor beneath you and the roof above.
We give no regard to our appearance, only to the appearance of our work.
We stress over the smallest of the details, refining it and reconstructing it until it is absolutely perfect.
We could care less about our families and friends and loved ones, or care to a point of obsession.
We are the worst sort of people. The ones no one wants, but everyone needs.
We die too young or live too long.
We are the ones who no one can understand. Or would want to put in the effort for.
We are the ones compared to geniuses and psychopaths alike.
We are alone.
We are architec
What's Left Behind...Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;What's Left Behind...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...
The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.
But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...
Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...
It always leaves me smiling...
For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.
And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...
"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure tha
My Unborn ChildTo my dear, sweet unborn childMy Unborn Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry for the world you've been brought into.
I'm sorry it's not perfect
and no one trusts easily.
I'm sorry we've screwed everything up.
Blame your ancestors for the past, me for the present, and you for the future.
To my small, unknowing unborn child.
I'm sorry you might not be accepted.
Brush them off with laughs and smiles.
I'm sorry that society is dumb.
That if you're different you're shunned.
It was the same for us.
To my naive and foolish unborn child.
Be stupid in your twenties.
Be comfortable with who you truly are.
To my silent and still unborn child.
Curse at the skies.
Curse the government.
Live without bounds.
But don't do anything you'll regret.
Society will hang it over your head.