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Post by Loralya on Mar 24, 2004 22:08:10 GMT -5
tis ok, you can go ahead and create your own as well if youd like.
My Thoughts on Life Tonight Life is a mocking bird, It mocks your every move, your every word. Life is a tormenter, It waits till your least suspecting, then gives you a big slap in the face, throwing every worst possible fear your way. Don't ever forget that life is there, it's the worst enemy you will ever find, it's revenge quick and painful.
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Post by Luthien on Mar 25, 2004 20:16:01 GMT -5
Ya your right, Valaruakar, We've both taken over the site. I announce Valaruakar and Me (Luthien) King and Queen of the Poetry section. ;D Well, I guess so.
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Post by valaraukar on Mar 28, 2004 20:34:56 GMT -5
NOT SURE IF I TOLD YOU THIS ONE
Black Soot Rain All the black soot rain Tears from the old life Falling down to me Landing on me Covering me with the disgust Of the human race So tell me your tales Make me infected With this loved And natural disease I can’t find what’s under all your paint So I guess I’ll take what I can get Though it may be crap What’s left to do Or eat Or take Or give When I am crying Black soot tears...
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Post by Luthien on Apr 2, 2004 21:18:13 GMT -5
That was really good Valaruakar! I'm proud at what you've accomplished in your poetry.
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Post by Luthien on Apr 12, 2004 20:09:13 GMT -5
Hello everyone, as most of you know and don't know, I am a basketball player. So if you think I'm absest w/ it by writting a poem about it. I hope you don't mind, it's the only thing I could have come up lately. The clock counts down Until the game begins to start The adrenaline is pumping Hoping you play the game smart First step on the court The crowd seems to fade you watch your opponent in disbelief Knowing this is your court, and they're going to loose tonight The ball is up you heart takes a sudden jump the rim seems as big as garbage dumps ---everything is going in--- Sweat streams down your face it comes down to the last few seconds this is your last chance to make yourself be reckoned What will you do?? Sorry, if it isn't that good.
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Post by valaraukar on Apr 12, 2004 20:22:07 GMT -5
Luthien that was great even though im not very fond of basket ball this one i did in the personal daily quotes but here it is
Death to light, to law, to love Cursed be Moon and Stars above May darkness everlasting old That waits outside in surges cold Drown Manwë, Varda and the Sun May all in hatred be begun And all in evil ended be In the darkness of the Moaning Sea
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Post by Luthien on Apr 12, 2004 20:24:24 GMT -5
Thanks Valaraukar, yours was good too.
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Post by Luinmir on Apr 14, 2004 21:37:17 GMT -5
This is an awesome poem I came across while reading "The Lost Book of Tales 2" by Tolkien and edited by his son, Chris Tolkien. It's called "Eala Earendel Engla Beorhtast"(Old English) which means "The Last Voyage of Earendel" in modern English. Note: This poem was written by Tolkien, NOT me.
Earendel arose where the shadow flows At Ocean's silent brim Through the mouth of night as a ray of light Where the shores are sheer and dim He launched his bark like a silver spark From the last and lonely sand; The on sunlit breath of day's fiery death He sailed from Westerland.
He threaded his path o'er the aftermath Of the splendour of the Sun, And wandered past many a star In his gleaming galleon. On the gathering tide of darkness ride The argosies of the sky, And spangle the night with their sails of light As the streaming star goes by.
Unheeding he dips past these twinkling ships, By his wayward spirit whirled On an endless quest through the darkling west O'er the margin of the world; And he fares in haste o'er the jewelled waste And the dusk from whence he came With his heart afire with bright desire And his face in silver flame.
The Ship of the Moon from the East comes soon From the Haven of the Sun, Whose white gates gleam in the coming beam Of the mighty silver one. Lo! with bellying cllouds as his vessel's shrouds He weighs anchor down the dark, And on shimmering oars leaves the blazing shores In his argent-timbered bark.
The Earendel fled from that Shipman dread Beyond the dark earth's pale, Back under the rim of the Ocean dim, And behind the world set sail; And he heard the mirth of the folk of earth And the falling of their tears, As the world dropped back in a cloudy wrack On its journey down the years.
Then he glimmering passed to the starless vast As an isled lamp at sea, And beyond the ken of mortal men Set his lonely errantry, Tracking the Sun in his galleon through the pathless firmament, Till his light grew old in abysses cold And his eager flame was spent.
Wow is Tolkien an awesome guy! I think of him as the best writer of all time. He's the greatest-don't you think?
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Post by valaraukar on Apr 16, 2004 10:02:57 GMT -5
that was pretty cool Luinmir
Until We See The Day
I would carry you to safety, if I knew the way. And I would make it better, if I knew what to say. But since I have no power, since I’m too big to play, I’ll just hold you all night long, until we see the day.
I will not abandon you to die, and I will not, ever make you cry. So just hold on, and I will carry you, just hold on, is the one thing you can do.
Now, I have always loved you, You know I always will. And I will care about you, even when you are a pill. Sure sometimes you bug me, and you will do it still, but I will stay here with you, until the end of time. ‘Cause
I will not abandon you to die, and I will not, ever make you cry. So just hold on, and I will carry you,
Until we see the day
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Post by Luthien on Apr 25, 2004 11:17:55 GMT -5
Hey long time now see!, Wow, this is really starting to shape up.
"He Used To..."
He used to walk me home He used to carry my books He used to call me on the phone He used to say that he loved me He used to give me that look He used to hold me tight He used to say he loved me or so he says But he's with someone else tonight
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Post by Aman on May 25, 2004 16:22:42 GMT -5
Here's one that I wrote but i doubt it's as good as any of you guys'.
Do You Belong? Do you belong or do you not, This is the thing which cannot be taught, You may have friends, But they will go away, And many dreams will someday fade, Money will come, But wealth will go, And your true potential will never show, No one believes in what you can do, And you always seem to miss your cue, You say the wrong things at all the wrong times, And every thing you do seems like a crime, But no matter the things that others may say, I am your friend, And I'm here to stay.
Dedicated to Lephanon
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Post by valaraukar on May 31, 2004 12:21:32 GMT -5
jeez if just been having brainfarts i can't think of any of my poem
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Post by Aman on May 31, 2004 18:12:49 GMT -5
i didn't know that brains could fart but my bum just did. hehehe.
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Post by Luthien on May 31, 2004 20:49:58 GMT -5
hey!!!!!!
The thing I can do for you
The only thing I could do is be there with you in every thing you do the times you spend alone crying the times you wishing you were dieing but everything you do I'll always be there for you
As the years go on your childhood has come and gone people come and people go but friends will be with you no matter were you go the times we shared will never fade and not even left in the shade No matter what you do I'll always be with you
thru the winters, the summers, even springs and falls you may get some, not so good, bad calls what no one really understands you can't always hold someone's hands your time has come but it won't be done to take a journey to another land but no matter what you do I'll always believe in you
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Post by Aman on Jun 2, 2004 20:45:05 GMT -5
i love you, yes i do, and i have to foo.
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