If I lie awake till dawn, then
Shall I press new day upon, and
if I dodge the Sand tonight, I'll
grasp the robe of Death so tight, one
heartfelt wink, one fateful nod, will
be my memoirs, whilst I'm sod. The
grand new day of life shall bring the
bodings of the purest spring, whose
touch upon the lips evokes the
sadness, tears--------perfection's moats. But
mortals cannot see this truth, no
one can understand said sooth. The
trepidation of this hour, does
turn the mind, the senses----sour. In
this new day no war cries ring, no
songs of nightingales shall sing.
Author notes
Rhythm for each line is '-'-'-' and so on.
Oh yeah, and it's talking about dying from lack of sleep. See if you can get all of the imagery to make sense.
Written December 17th, 2003
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not bad
Have you considered sending this to the Minas Tirith Evening Star? They publish poems about the Lord Of The Rings.
Jim Dunlap -
Good poem!
Full of energy and yearning (and lack of sleep...ha ha).
I love:
"The
grand new day of life shall bring the
bodings of the purest spring"
Hear hear!
Well written!
Cheers!
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to be honest I didnt like the movie a huge amount, I much preffered the book over the actual film. same with the previous 2 aswell though. but anyway, good stuff
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I would like you to know that such is my adoration of LotR and the quality of this poem that I applaud you out of my own points
Wonderful indeed! Brava for expression, this one is near to my heart!
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very good
Being a long time afficianado of the Lord of the Rings, I can equate with this. Very good job. -
niceee *rav*
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Wow! I really liked this. I like how you sort of explained the situation of the poem in the title. The rhythm and rhyme worked really well. It has great imagery too. Anyway I really enjoyed reading it.
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