I've written a small series of poems 'inspired' by the death of Boromir.....i'll post the next one tommorow most probably


<center>~ I. Whispers ~
by Slickman_G based on a poem by J. R. R. Tolkien

'Through woods and fields without a rest your rushing waters flow,
through sunlit dales you find your way beneath the mountains' snow.
What tidings bear your waters here, o Anduin the Great?
What news you carry of my lord? What whispers of his fate?'

'Sad are the news I bring to you from ancient Amon Hen
for Boromir I bore away upon my shoulders then.
I bear to you his dying words, the warmth of his last breath,
he stumbled but he still stood tall and died a hero's death.'

'O Boromir! I stand and mourn beneath the weeping skies
while Anduin does mirror still the light inside your eyes.'


~ II. Lost ~
by Slickman_G

Will you never come back to the light?
Will you stay far away in the night
while your horn's cry is haunting my dreams?
In it's call rings despair as it screams
Close my eyes it is you that I see
lying there pale like death while I'm free
waters bear you away far from here
in my heart torn apart nameless fear
In a dark valley lost hear my cry
must I lose you and live as you die?

The White Tower turns dark as I mourn
as I cry Gondor's banner lies torn
silver trumpets once clear scream in pain
for the lord of their hope, he lies slain
Will your voice ever torment my mind?
Will I stumble as tears leave me blind?
And I fall, when will I reach the ground?
lie there broken and lost, never found
in this uttermost pain never known
You are dying and I'm left alone...</center>

Comments please?

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WOW!!! you are a great poet!! those are AMAZING poems!!

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Those poems are excellent. Very moving and exceptionally well written. I commend you.

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Thanks!

Here's the third section, bringing out my sensitive side

<center>~ III. Confession ~
by Slickman_G

Dead silence all around
and I can cry no more
lie broken on the ground
I feel my heart is sore
from grief that's violence
from mourning agony
from painful impotence
to hold you here with me

Their mournful Requiem
won't reach my deafened ear
where numb indifference
replaced the unknown fear
I'm dead although I live
blind, dark in light of day
the comfort that they give
feels cold, so far away

The life that's left to me
is none but endless fall
a fading memory
a long diminished call
a nightmare without dawn
my trembling fingers trace
the softness of your lips
the lines of your fair face

I'm lost in your dark eyes
the warmth of your soft breath
their promises are lies
illusions turned to death
And bleeding I confess
how much I craved this bliss
I longed for your caress
in death I crave your kiss</center>

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I adore the third part!!! very well written!

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Slickman, you are such an amazing poet! I love them all!

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Thanks for the kind comments!

No. IV comming soon...

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