Thread: Do you have a poem to share? - Undale (ALL POEMS HERE, PLEASE)
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It seems that yet another month has passed by and I didn't even realize it..
But what I realized, is that during these past thirty days, I've barely been online on this glorious site.
So. Absent as always..
I have been way too lazy with writing, but I guess it's good that I've kept some break, 'cause I always fear that a day will arrive when I find myself suffering from a writer's block.
And I cannot let that happen.
Today, I re-worked two lyrics that I've planned for our band's forthcoming second demo/EP, but nothing is certain, since I need to show them to our guitarist/frontman first and get his approval to use them on the demo itself.
And those of you who have been waiting for something new will have that today.. or tonight.
Depends on how fast I get to work.
'The Blackened Moon' is the working title and it's going to be partly a poem and partly a short story.
PS. I'll strive to upload the work in time, but then again, I'm the master of delays..
So if nothing else, I wish you all a good evening!
I'm very glad to see you posting here again dear Otto.
I hope you are alright.
Just take your time
I guess I'll put some more effort into that work and write it as a short story. I haven't done those for a while, so..
Ah, but here's something. I found this one from my 08-09' archives and after re-writing the whole text, I'm quite satisfied at the result, though I must say it isn't that great.
Oh well, cheesy mind can only create cheesy things. I hope you folks will enjoy of it nonetheless.
Oerath bows and leaves.
The Lord of Unholy Light
A black raven flew across the dark sky
It was flying towards the ghostly lands, it was the messenger of night
And when the sky finally changed it's bright colored clothes to dim black
That raven arrived to it's master's den.. To home of the damned
There, it told to it's master about the strength of mortal men
And that sooner or later, they would march here to challenge his might
But he only laughed at the raven and ordered it to fly back to the world's end
To welcome these brave mortal men, who would so boldly challenge him.. The lord of unholy light
And fourteen days and fourteen nights later, when he was standing on the balcony of his castle..
He looked into the horizon and saw tens of thousands of golden spears
Upon seeing their vast army, he readied himself for the great battle
Which would finally show to this world that a true lord of the night does not fear
And then it finally began.. A night that didn't seem to end
But despite the efforts of the mortal warriors, the lord's minions finally managed to corner them
And with all of their shields, spears and armors broken, they had no other choice but to surrender
''The demon's kept dancing, mocking and laughing around the warrior's of men, but they all silenced when the lord himself jumped off the balcony of his castle and descended on the battlefield, almost breaking the whole ground in half. Wearing a dark and heavy looking armor and a burning skull helmet, he looked like death itself. And he wielded a burning two-handed sword that seemed to have thousands of eyes on it's steel.. Eyes that kept blinking constantly. Upon seeing him, the remaining warrior's of men fled in terror and fear. The demon's seemed to fear him too, even though he was their master. And then he looked at those wretched and weak little mortals, trying to reach a nearby forest for safety.
And of course, he couldn't allow that to happen.
By thrusting his burning sword through earth and soil, he muttered a few ancient words and sent forth an massive earthquake that tore the whole land apart. And then he just watched, as the mortal's fell into the depths, one by one.. Such a sight made him to smile with great pleasure and when all of their agonized screams of horror had faded, he pulled his sword from the ground and spoke for the first time during the whole battle by saying:
'Such weak creatures.. Such arrogance.. But at least they're good at something.. They're good at dying..'
Then he looked at his sword, which flames seemed to fade a little and continued: 'My sword.. It hungers for more..'
Soon, he realized that now he had something to satisfy the sword with.. And so he shouted at the demon's: 'Come, my minions..'
And by laughing madly, he ordered them to fetch all of the corpses from the pit and declared a great feast by saying:
'Let the harvest of souls begin!'
Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen
As usual .it's a pleasure reading your poem
Beautiful Oerath. I feel as if I hasn't ever left this website for a while. Like Mellon, it`s a pleasure to "read you".
Thanks, Mellon and Elbereth.
And oh! Nice to see you again, Elbereth. It's been quite a while.
Damn it was a mistake to start playing Diablo 2 again. The game feels ever so great, but it's so time consuming.. That's why I have been offline for the past few weeks.
Anyway, I'll write something new in the days to come. For once, I am not going to give away any entitles or such, but what I can tell is that it's going to be a song lyric.
hi I'm new here and I'm writing a book here is part of one of my poems....
When good is gone and evil conquers,
be a light to they that wonder,
though the road grows ever longer,
follow the brighter path.
Okay, here's a poem/song from the fan fiction piece that I wrote called "The Tale of the Blue Wizard." I posted the entire story on the Forum as well, if anyone can get the time to read it. Anyways, this is called The Song of Nyérë Úvëa. The formatting/style was patterned on Galadriel's Song, which is 14 lines long and contains 14 syllables in each line. The rhyme scheme is AABB, for anyone interested. I would appreciate your comments!
Here is the paragraph before the song to set up some context.
"Nyérë was also known for her sorrowful voice. It is said that when she sang, the grief of all the woes of the Elves could be heard in her voice, and it had caused more than one stalwart Elf lord to weep. Often she would sit beside the waters of the lake, or in the foothills of the mountains, and she would sing. All the birds and fishes would come to listen, and the Elf maiden counted them as her friends. Thus now she sat beside the waters of Lake Amanya and sang to ease her troubled heart."
The Song of Nyérë Úvëa
Beyond the twinkling of the moon, far from this dark abyss,
Past valleys deep, and hillocks fair, and mountains veiled in mist;
Over winding streams, and oceans deep, and Fangorn’s dark floor,
There lies in endless beauty fair the land of Valinor.
I long to go and dwell in this land of undying bliss,
To feel the warmth of Summer and forsake Winter’s cold kiss;
To wander in the gardens fair and climb the mountains steep,
To hear the flutes of brethren Elves and visit Manwë’s Keep.
O Valinor! Too long have I dwelt upon these bleak shores,
Beset by doubts, beleaguered and worn, weary of all wars.
O Valinor! I feel your breeze from the Shadowy Seas;
I hear the song of blissful birds from all your wooded leas.
To this place I must go, to join my sundered kindred there,
Though none may take me to this hallowed land so dear and fair!
Well done Marriel and Kyelec! one is so simple and the other so deep.... Beautiful, most of these poems make me think for a while.... makes me wonder about who wrote them, their feelings, their home and how oft can I feel identified in some of them.
Marriel, your poem is pure, very simple but it had touched me. Follow the light my friend!
Oerath, I had missed you and wait for more of your lovely dark stuff!
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Estel;
Son of Gilraen, was brought to Imladris.
Espied an elf-maid; cried "Tinķviel!"
For she had her grey eyes and long, black hair.
The maid laugh'd, sweet and clear; her smile dazzl'd;
"Nay, nay, I am Arwen Undůmiel,"
She spake, yet at first she had been puzzled,
"Daughter of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell."
Aragorn loved her, though 'twas frown'd for man.
Between two courses, she must needs choose:
Become mortal, never to see Aman;
Or stay undying, fam'ly not to lose.
She chose to die, she chose King Elessar;
That beautiful lady, Queen Evenstar.
I'm still experimenting with the formatting on my phone, so I hope this turns out right.
Good stuff everyone, good stuff.
@ Elbereth: Lucky for you, I've been working on not just one, but two works that I will introduce as part of my dark tales.
'The Blackened Moon' and 'The Garden of Tears' are the working titles and I will post 'The Garden of Tears' at some point during this week.
I also have to start thinking what I should do with the wanderer's tavern.
So.. That's all for now.
And oh, everyone, keep up the good work. Let's make this thread active once again!
Nice poem Galandir. Keep it up!
Oerath dear, where have you been? You didn't even reply on my message But I'm glad to see you're back. I missed you in the chat.
The lift of eyes to seek a meaning
The flame of Star
The sparkle gleaming
The vapor, tears
leaves the broken
And, what a beautiful poem. Thank you so much for sharing. Keep it up!
I once wrote and posted a work called 'Two Days before The End' and it contained two short works, naturally.
First of them was called: 'And so the world was cloaked with mist'.
Later I re-wrote it and turned it into a song lyric and I already suggested it to the guitarist/frontman of our band, but I haven't received any word from him for a long time.
So that's why I want to share the lyric with you guys.
But I will remove it, if our band's guitarist wants to use it in our upcoming second demo. So, for the time being, I will keep it up.
And oh, I won't be posting stuff in a while, or maybe some poetry, who knows. I'll be focusing on those two short stories that I've told you about, so expect nothing new in a week or so.
And so the world was cloaked with mist
Sad, none uses this thread these days.
Come on, people, don't be afraid to share.
I've decided to return to the art of writing by myself, since I've been a bit off the hobby for the past few months.
It's been a good break and the results are good too. I've some pretty good ideas now and given a right day, I might be able to continue my novella. I feel that I've to publish something in the years to come, 'cause after my time in Finnish Civilian Service, it's going to be quite busy. I am to secure a permanent job for myself after that and I've already something in my mind.
But 'ey, 'till the next meeting!
(PS. Taz/Arwen or anyone of the Council. If Leelee isn't going to return, I'd be happy to take over this thread as it's moderator, if it's just possible.)
And oh, my newest offering will be called, hmm, 'A Song For All Seasons to Come'.
Sth liek dat. ^^
This work turned out to be something totally different from what I intended it to be.
It's more like a song than a poem, but see for yourself. Sing it through and I bet it'll rhyme just finely.
beautiful! loved it as always!
Thanks again, Arwen.
Hey everybody! How are you all doing? Oerath, Leelee, I miss you my old, old friends on this thread! Hope all is well.
I miss you too, Odette. Do come here more often, if you just have the time.
Rachel (Leelee) hasn't been online since last year's december or something and I took her job of moderating this thread.
I hope that this thread will become popular once again and that you'd return permanently to PT.
Does anybody around here remember me? I'm glad to see that you are still hanging around Oerath.
Yup, I'm still here, Wen.
Welcome back, friend.
Thank you, Arwen Greetings!
Oerath, I miss you too and I miss Planet Tolkien all the time. It's sad news about Leelee. It's good to see you have kept this thread alive along with other members. Makes me happy
I'll try to come on here as much as possible, but I never seem to have the time. Time must be made though, for all you wonderful folks. I want to read all the things you write
By the way, does the poetry on this thread have to be Tolkien-related? And is there a certain length that I should try to keep my poems to?
@ Odette: Hehe, btw start bouncing online already, dammit! ^^
And hello there, Galandir. By all means, do more posts unto this thread. Length or subject doesn't matter at all and the material itself doesn't have to be Tolkienish.
PS. There aren't that many active writers/contributors on this site, but that's something that can hopefully be changed in time.