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 "Tin鷙iel!"
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 Und髆iel,"
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.
Hello again, fellow PT members. It's surely been a while. I haven't found time to be online during the past few weeks, 'cause I've had a lot of business oriented things to take care of, due to my graduation from a technical school.
Over seven years of studying and I've finally a degree to go along with. I am very happy about that fact.
Anyway, I haven't been writing much during the past weeks and months either, but I just wrote a quite fictional, poetic or even musical tale about two beings, who oversee a whole world and all of it's weathers, thus possessing great powers and having great responsibilities as well.
I may write more about them in near future. I've also continued my novella project, which is looking good, but the progress is still way too slow. If I don't manage to get a summer job, I will definitely strive to write more actively than I've been writing during the years.
But without further chit-chat and blabbering, I give you..
The Rainmaker & The Windbringer
Everytime when you hear the ocean roaring
Everytime when you see a storm approaching
Don't be afraid, just look up high
And you may see them walking on the clouds of the sky
Two beings so old and wise
They've seen the world and all of it's wonders
They've existed among us for more than a thousand lifetimes
They're called The Rainmaker and The Windbringer
For they're the creators of wind, rain and thunder!
Always when you ask for rain
You'll have a taste of their powers, so great and divine
Always when you're lost and in pain
They will paint the sky with the colors of blue and white
And decrease the darkness of the night
So that you could find your way back to your home
Back to that cozy and warm place where you do belong
Always when you're seeking shelter from a terrifying storm
Remember their names, call upon them for their aid and wisdom
Shout into the wind and listen what kind of answers it brings back to you
Follow the signs in the sky and they will lead you back..
To the lands where the sky is clear and blue
O' The Rainmaker and The Windbringer
Whoever gave birth to you two
Must have been the most hallow and godly being
That this strange and magical world has ever seen
Or were they born in the eye of a raging storm
Did they travel here from the outer space or even from far beyond
This small and silent galaxy.. Either way..
I don't know what story to believe
But I know that they're real
Their existence is not just another dream
And as I now stand on the edge of this lonely cliff, looking far to the sea
I place my right hand on my chest and raise my head towards the sky
'Whenever I go, I know that I won't get caught in a storm.. Because you two will always protect the people of this world.. You've the power and the will to save us all from the coming of The Great Fall..'
Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen
Hell-o, wait what? It's been almost three months since this thread was last used?
I dunno what is going on, but I really do hope that some of you guys and gals are coming back at some point. It's just way too silent without you.
Truth be told, I haven't been that much online either but oh I've had some stuff going on. Some pretty good stuff.
I joined a new band some month ago and we've gone through two songs successfully and I've written one lyric and partially fixed an already existing one and done the vocal arrangements, though it all needs some finishing and practising. I still expect us to release some material in the weeks to come. Genre wise the music is groovy heavy metal with death metal influences, maybe a bit of trash and other stuff too. I use a pretty versatile range of different growls, grunts and screams these days.
Anyway, writer wise I haven't been that much active. I've written some song lyrics, but that's pretty much it. But oh, I aim to continue writing in the near future. I just need some break from it all, 'cause you know, I've written a lot during the past years. (O'rly?)
And.. I guess that all took it's toll, no matter how often I kept saying that I'll just go on and on.
But oh, no matter how busy it gets, it's been a month since my last work, or a bit more than that and I'll stick to my plan. A brand new work shall be posted during next week.
I hope you'll all look forward to that.
With hope and thoughts of brighter days.
- Oerath Windsoul.
Hello! I wonder how all of you are! It's been a while since I've been around....
Oh! Oh! The Fairy Queen has returned. Words can't describe the splendor of this most unique moment. All I can do is ask.. Oh what the hell, how fare ya!?
It sure has been a while, Odette. You're first of many people that I've been waiting and waiting to see online or post something.
By the way, I'm still on facebook if ya wanna be friends with me again! You!
And another by the way, I'm all good! Or depends on what can be consider good.. Oh well, good it is.
I have the biggest grin on my face now.
Dear dear Otto, I've missed you too. And your fabulous poems! Life is crazy and busy and I don't have enough time. But I've been watching the Hobbit movies and my thoughts keep coming back to you guys on here. So thought I'd peek in. And I kind of thought you'd left. I'm so glad you didn't. Any news of Leelee?
By the way my Facebook a/c got hacked and I left.
Check your messages. I hope you've been writing lots and lots of epic stuff. You also have to finish my story
Well, one can safely say that I've finally returned! Stronger than ever and with plenty of works and all kind of writings in my pocket. Last year was good in means of writing, but this year's going be insanely good!
I write something every week and I've finally started to write my first real novella. It stands at 21 pages for the moment being with more than 50 more pages planned. With careful steps, it should be ready in a few months.
I've no rush, no hurry. For once, I'll write a novella and not leave it unfinished.
Also for the first time in my history as a writer, I've decided to modernize a little and get myself a modern day printer. With that, for example, I could start printing my works from along the years and make a collection out of 'em.
Some of you may've noticed, but I just posted my first work in 2-3 months. It's something I wrote some 1-2 months back and it's a fantasy themed poetic short story. What else could it possibly be?
More and more works to follow in near future!
Maiden Of A Quiet Lake
In a land, so far away
Brave warriors prepare to face each other
But no blood will be shed today
They've agreed to negotiate a lasting peace
Under the watchful eyes of The All-Father
A great bonfire has been lit near the shore
Of a large, revered and most hallowed lake
There they shall meet, when the night has fallen once more
For only after dark, the spirit of those waters shall awake
There they now stand beneath the darkening sky, in the embrace of evening rain
Words of wisdom and peace are spoken in presence of the gods of north
There they now wait for the spirit to accept their offering; fruits and herbs from nearby plains
Hoping that these valuable treasures of nature would make the spirit to come forth
And suddenly, they all silence to watch the lake's surface
As a high whirlpool rises from it's depths
They see a noble and fair lady emerge from it, and so they all kneel before her beauty and grace
She is a water maiden; one of the great spirits, in her right hand she bears the chalice of oceanic purity, and in her left hand she holds the glass sword of many fates
And then she speaks to them, greets them
And accepts their humble offering
She tells to them that their eyes and minds have been opened
Upon this rainy autumn evening
She blesses them with magic, knights them with her sword
She lets them to drink from her chalice
Imbued with ancient power, no longer mere warriors, but mighty lords
They all kneel before the maiden of a quiet lake, where wonders were made tonight
Stories are written, songs are sung, describing the night when all malice was forgotten
Describing the night, when mere warriors were turned into noble knights and mighty lords alike
Gifts of a quiet lake, a maiden so fair blessed them today
Now they can boldly walk home, for their true lives begin upon this day
Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen
Look out, beware! The poet has returned, this time for good. The chat is back, some people are back, and I am going to re-open the poetry realm once more. Do come to visit, do come to post. And Rachel, it's so good to see you! I'm glad you've returned to PT. So have I. I'll email you as soon as I get to it. And needless to say, I missed you!
PS. I hope you still remember this little thread of ours and notice my message.
Otto So glad to see you!
I have actually been writing. Nothing to post here I'm afraid. But at least I'm writing something.
Good to see you too, Arwen.
And oh my, could you post just a little something for my reading pleasure?
Like on many older occasions, I'll post my newest journal entry here too.
Say hello to: 'When the Wanderer answers the White Wolf's call'.
Ahhh... The pictures you paint with words never fail to steal me away to faraway realms.
I'm glad you liked of it, Amarië.
Thank you for the kind words. For quite a while, there was a time when I didn't write anything fantasy themed. Not because I had lost my interest in it, but because I couldn't come up with anything as near as good as something I had written years ago. (This, of course, is just my take on it..) But it kind of got under my skin, and so I turned my interests towards more darker themes again.. Good works, but I feel like I've reached my limit in writing too evil and dark things. From now on, I want those aspects to stay in our band's songs and their lyrics.
So I'm sort of done with those, because this work, it felt so good to write and it had that same feel of the olden days. And now I even have discovered good and relaxing music, which to turn to when I write.
So once again.. Let there be fantasy!
Hullo! I wanted to post 'Golden Wings' in a more simpler, poetic form unto this thread, since the story elements that I created for it are (at least in my opinion) maybe a bit too cheesy. Who knows!
So, here's 'Golden Wings' as a more straightforward, poetic piece of work. Enjoy!
Written by: Oerath Windsoul
I fly through red clouds of the crimson sky
My vision reaches far and high
And maybe you can hear me cry
But not tears.. I cry for the beauty of freedom
Because for the first time in centuries, the days of peace are nigh..
I was given golden wings; the colour of sunlight
My claws glimmer like the nightstars
And maybe you can see me flying in the night
And if seeing me doesn't invoke any anger inside you
Then it means that you believe
That I am more than just a fiery beast..
That I too can weep, be wounded and have deep burning scars..
For so long, mortal kind hated us without a reason
Was it, because we were something beyond their understanding?
Those times were painful, and what made it even harder to go on
Was to watch my brethren, and even my own children fall
One after another..
In their meaningless war against mortals
And oh, all that suffering I felt inside my heart
It felt like I had lost everything
For eternal is the grief of a mother..
Who has just lost all of her daughters and sons
And so we chose that as a race
Our only option was to flee and leave our homes behind
And yet, by all of the world's light
We hoped that one day, they would learn of kindness and grace
And also learn to respect our kind..
Though after some time, some of us returned..
And I was one of them..
And in time, many of them forgot everything about hatred
And began to appreciate life instead of death
Then one day.. One of them did something truly sacred
For I watched from the shadows, as a young woman brought wild roses
And placed them in front of one of our abandoned dens..
And at that moment, my heart sang of joy and I thought..
That had all darkness finally disappeared from the face of earth..
And slowly, I stepped closer to the edge of sunlight
For I feared that she would just run away
But instead, upon seeing me, she greeted me and smiled
And for once, I didn't know what to say..
I only cried..
And as I collapsed and laid down
She hurried to me, and asked what was wrong
And in their tongue, I said to her that I had only dreamed of this day to dawn
That I had waited for this moment for so long..
And I told her..
That even a dragon's grief can turn into a joy of heart
When someone chooses to see them as they are
Do not pass judgment so lightly, do not let hatred tear you apart
And always believe in right things
Keep your mind open, give your imagination wings
And let all of that sadness go.. To be able to see all and everything..
And after I had talked with her
About everything that happened in the past
She said that that she would like to come with me
To where never and forever
Aren't just pale words that do not last
In a most strange, yet beautiful world..
The dragonworld of dreams and fantasy
And on golden wings across the crimson sky
She boldly chose to fly
Towards a wondrous realm of magic, where nothing ever withers or dies..
Where long rainbows always appear after rain
Where birds of legend and rare butterflies circle great waterfalls
That run endlessly down the arcane edges of the azure sky
Where all beings live in a complete harmony with their forgotten world
And where thousands of free dragon's cry as they fly..
Where the whole nature bathes in the sun's undying and eternal light
There on golden wings, flew a curious mortal child
Where dreams unite to become one.. Where the moon shines together with the sun.
Where dreams unite to become one.. Where a dragon of golden wings and a mortal child continue to fly towards the enchanting dawn..
Good people of Planet Tolkien! The Time has come to re-open the mighty poetry thread of old that is: Do you have a poem to share..
Yeah, I thought that since I now write stuff quite frequently, why shouldn't I post stuff here more often in the future and try to keep the writer section of the site active.
The thing is this: I'm in the process of writing a short story that I shall then share with you (PT), and Allpoetry. I don't wanna say much, but it's surely going to be a very mysterious tale.
So, that about that.
And then sorry for the whole blabber-ish speech..
Oh well, ya gotta keep trying..
And oh, here's something for ya.
Be well, everyone.
I hope the weathers have treated you all well!
Until the next time..
Oerath graciously bows and quietly leaves the hall..
Dear Otto, as I always I love your work. Full of emotion. And I love how I visualize every description.
But, please let your next piece be a little more joyful?