Haerodiel's poetry

[Haerodiel]

Hi. I'll be posting my poetry on here. Most of it doesn't have to do with lotr, but oh well.

Where

Where the sea meets glory,
Where the jewléd shores do shine,
Where began the story,
The age long one of time.

Where the birds sing ever,
Where trees are wild and free,
Where light ceases never,
And shines out ‘or the sea.

Where all creatures are found,
Where everyone’s your friend,
Where peace shines from the ground,
And where time has no end.


Trees

Tall they grow, and numerous are they,
Tall and beautiful trees.
Birds house in them, and grow and play,
As they sway in the breeze.

I climb up high, then look at the ground,
I watch as away fly geese.
This must be how trees feel looking around,
As they sway in the breeze.

Some bear fruit, and are kind enough to share.
They are pollinated by bees,
Then apples and oranges and others they bear,
As they sway in the breeze.

I love being in forests, it fills me with glee,
And when I must go, the trees say, “Stay, please,”
And they wave their leafy arms in farewell to me,
As they sway in the breeze.

[Haerodiel]

Here's another one. Again, not about lotr, but oh well.

Ocean Breeze

Stand on the edge, and feel the breeze;
The wind of the ocean is sweet.
Being one of a kind, you will want to meet,
The wonderful wind of the seas.

I cannot stay; there are jobs to be done.
Raise the sails, clean the deck,
Captain thinks this place is a wreck,
But chores cannot keep me from having fun.

This is my favorite place in the entire earth,
The feel of the wind, the rock of the ship,
And it seems the work just adds to it,
I have dreamt of sailing since my birth.

As I walk in the midnight air,
And I look up at the moon,
And as I hear the bell for the night time noon,
I hear, “Land ho! Over there!”

My trip has ended, and I am sorry,
Sad that I must leave the ship,
But there’s an end to every trip,
An end to every story.

I think back upon this time,
When I was sailing the seas,
I remember the ocean breeze,
And that wonderful trip sublime.


Not as good as my other ones.

[Haerodiel]

Hi, another one. This one sort of has to do with lotr, but just because it's about a dragon, so, not really.

Dragon Raid

In the clam city of Laston,
Where the sun peeks over the hill
And shines down on roof tops below,
All is quiet; all is tranquil.

But in the city of Laston,
When the summer turns into fall,
A change befalls the peaceful town,
A thing that brings terror to all.

In a flash of fear, flight, and flame,
The great dragon comes swooping down.
The dragon’s target never lives,
As he terrorizes the town.

The winged destruction gave no mercy,
So Fear they named him, for fear he brought,
And everyone fled before him.
His stare was cold, his breath, hot.

So Fear came through; tearing ripping,
Burning everything in sight.
Some people defended their homes,
While others ran away in fright.

Fear was the dusk for the long night,
A night of grieving, despair, pain.
Their mourning not just for their homes,
But loved ones they would never see again.

Before you say, “What a sad story,”
Please, there’s something I must tell.
This town is real, and what’s more,
The danger is real as well.

The town is in danger of Fear,
And only you can stop the attack.
Yes, he can cause such damage,
But there is a chance if you fight back.

So help the people of Laston,
And fight this dragon, do your part,
When it’s done, you’ll be glad you did,
For you see, this town is in your heart.

[Eru]

I'm pretty sure you have a typo. I don't usually point out typos, etc in poetry because well it's poetry and there's the poetic license. Anyway in your first line I think you meant to say "calm" instead of "clam".

I think it's a pretty good poem. Hopefully you don't take this the wrong way, but I like some of your other poems better than this one.

Keep writing - I think you're doing great!