Magatha
Magatha
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Hello! I love poems, so this is a thread to post poems that you like. They can be your own poems or just poems you enjoy.
I did a couple quick searches and didn't find any thread like this in the past couple years...
2X (by me, Magatha) I put it in a spoiler because it is a bit long. I actually wrote it for a poetry slam.
The Riddle of Strider (Tolkien)
"All that is gold does not glitter.
Not all those who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken.
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken.
The crownless again shall be King."
I did a couple quick searches and didn't find any thread like this in the past couple years...
2X (by me, Magatha) I put it in a spoiler because it is a bit long. I actually wrote it for a poetry slam.
Twice Exceptional.
That’s what the education system calls me.
Both “Gifted & Talented” and “Special Needs”
Full of Contradictions, I’m a lock with no key.
ADHD and writing difficulty, my paperwork reads.
Twice Exceptional.
Both struggling and soaring at the same time.
I’m outside the crowd, in my own little nook.
Taking tests all alone like I’ve committed some crime.
My head’s in the clouds, my nose in a book.
Twice Exceptional.
I’m the kid who solves complex equations in her head.
Explains Science with ease, because to me it is fun.
But a Writing assignment scares me, I’m filling with dread.
I try hard for hours, but nothing gets done.
Twice Exceptional.
Hyper. Distracted. Can never sit still.
Making art helps to steady my fidgeting hands.
But at school I can’t focus, so they gave me a pill.
With all the things inside my head, I don’t think anyone really understands.
Nobody really understands, the wars in my mind.
Mystical creatures, some loved and some feared.
My eagles and dragons, Beware: not all are kind.
So many people see me as just somebody weird.
Science, my friend, is fantastic and fun.
A huge eagle carrying me, with the wind in my face.
We fly to great heights, see the battles we won?
But there is something ahead, a dark sinister place…
A terrible dragon breathes fire, blacking the sky.
With razor sharp blank papers, it is a frightening sight.
This beast is my worst nightmare, but I don’t fully know why.
My worst fear of all, this monster, is my struggle to write.
This horrendous creature strikes a melancholy chord,
No weapons can pierce its coarse paper scales.
For it can only be slain with a pen, not a sword.
A pen to mark it and to free all those it jails.
To defeat it is to conquer written word.
That’s what the education system calls me.
Both “Gifted & Talented” and “Special Needs”
Full of Contradictions, I’m a lock with no key.
ADHD and writing difficulty, my paperwork reads.
Twice Exceptional.
Both struggling and soaring at the same time.
I’m outside the crowd, in my own little nook.
Taking tests all alone like I’ve committed some crime.
My head’s in the clouds, my nose in a book.
Twice Exceptional.
I’m the kid who solves complex equations in her head.
Explains Science with ease, because to me it is fun.
But a Writing assignment scares me, I’m filling with dread.
I try hard for hours, but nothing gets done.
Twice Exceptional.
Hyper. Distracted. Can never sit still.
Making art helps to steady my fidgeting hands.
But at school I can’t focus, so they gave me a pill.
With all the things inside my head, I don’t think anyone really understands.
Nobody really understands, the wars in my mind.
Mystical creatures, some loved and some feared.
My eagles and dragons, Beware: not all are kind.
So many people see me as just somebody weird.
Science, my friend, is fantastic and fun.
A huge eagle carrying me, with the wind in my face.
We fly to great heights, see the battles we won?
But there is something ahead, a dark sinister place…
A terrible dragon breathes fire, blacking the sky.
With razor sharp blank papers, it is a frightening sight.
This beast is my worst nightmare, but I don’t fully know why.
My worst fear of all, this monster, is my struggle to write.
This horrendous creature strikes a melancholy chord,
No weapons can pierce its coarse paper scales.
For it can only be slain with a pen, not a sword.
A pen to mark it and to free all those it jails.
To defeat it is to conquer written word.
The Riddle of Strider (Tolkien)
"All that is gold does not glitter.
Not all those who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken.
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken.
The crownless again shall be King."