"gollum" poems
Christmas.... ugh
Isn't this a perplexing situation?
I have an interesting question...
First, I know this poem is not perfection
But does any one know what it's like
To be utterly alone on what's supposed to be
A most joyous day, surrounded by friends and family?
That annoying cherubic man
Won't be visiting my home
It's just an idiotic holiday
And no one cares I'll be alone
No homemade Christmas dinner
I might make myself a grade A steak
I'll raise a toast to myself
Nothing to boast about
Probably just whiskey, bottom shelf
I immense-ly hate Christmas
Say I'm dense-ly, I don't care
Been that way as long as I can remember
From the makeshift tree, when I was three
To being stuck homeless in a snow drift at sixteen
I can count all the "merry Christmas's" I've received
On one hand
It's never been merry, or happy
Most I got was engorged on stuffing
And a poorly cooked, dried out Turkey
No presents under the tree
With a gift tag saying Melanie
You know what? Sorry Quin,
but this is too **** depressing...
I quit...
Tequila, Velveeta
Distant, instant
Solemn, Gollum
Under-wear, I don't care
Tiny, finely
Flightless, loneliness
Hindrance, appliance
Backward, forward
Orange, purge
Rooftop, please stop
Kringle, Pringles
Ha! Invitations?
No...
Salutations...
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
Hats and Hooves and Humming Birds,
Moulded cheese and strawberry Nerds,
Oh, Good Gracious Paper,
You are this poems maker,
The Lion kills, Gryffindor's dead,
the snake bites him, Slytherin lies on the bed,
The Raven caws, Ravenclaw is upset
The badger has a cold, 'Hufflepuff takes him to the vet."
"I am the Lord of the Rings", Says Mr.Frodo
Then Sauron comes out from Mordor
Gollum Screams, "Smeagol the Lord."
Boromir kills Saruman, using a sword
All ends bad, as is bad
Denethor in his house goes mad,
he burns himself and leaves Gondor sad,
Bilbo beats the old took, all because of that footpad
There is havoc, everywhere
Voldemort challenges Sauron to a dare,
Voldemort has the Elder wand,
Sauron wields the ring and jumps into a pond
They duel right there, wand and ring,
Sauron things Voldemort's a dumb thing,
Sauron wins and Voldemort flees
then Sauron boasts about his good deeds
harry's happy but Frodo's sad
and Bilbo is weeping over his lad,
Sams works for Sauron's evil garden,
and pippin lives in a barn with a hen
thank you, oh paper,
This funny poems maker,
unfortunately, I didn't write this poem on you,
I wrote it on a computer screen, nanana poopoo
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:39 AM UTC
From the hole
in her acid-wash jeans,
she calls
her ***** a prophet,
from that hole a whole
new world
will be born.
She will push
out
**** ****
but lastly
she will push out
a new world.
She will push out my fingers,
and my clawing
at her,
she will push out the concealed evil
and the suffocated good.
Slap that ***
Slap that ***
Make the evil and good scream,
give birth to a new black
humanity, a breathing wheezing
baby of equal parts good and bad,
king and beggar,
prophet and pessimist,
criminal and revolutionary.
From
her acid-wash jeans
and the hole
that I dug my fingers in
countless times
and made swirls
of mud against her burning
insides and wet flesh,
she will give birth
from a well-rounded hole,
to a well-rounded whole.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 10:08 AM UTC
Father-
You were so many icons:
The Chief to me.
My ***** Harry.
The Chris to my Gordie.
An Alexander Supertramp.
The Rick of Casablanca.
Father-
You were so many nouns:
Protector,
Guardian,
Hero,
Breadwinner,
Rapscallion.
Father-
You were so many adjectives:
Funny,
Caring,
Interesting,
Strong,
Adventurous.
Father-
You were my biggest downfall:
Five times I’ve seen you cry.
For me, always baseball games.
Three school events attended.
Too many addictions.
One ruined childhood.
Father-
You were so many villains:
Jack, the dull boy.
Gollum, with your own Precious materials.
Michael Madsen, every time.
Keyser Soze.
The ego of Marsellus Wallace.
Father-
You were so many roles:
Liar,
Gambler,
Alcoholic,
Promise-Breaker,
Black hole.
Father-
You were so many problems:
Unreliable,
Restless,
Invisible,
Hopeless,
Cold.
Father-
I am what you made me.
I am evil and broken.
I am cold and emotionless.
I am restless and relentless.
I am insane and dark.
I am conflicted and confused.
Father-
I am everything you aren’t.
I am everything you are.
I am nothing good.
I am nothing inside.
I am a part of you.
I am because of you.
Father.
I wouldn’t be without you.
But I would have been better off.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
The sunflowers are yanked from my grasp.
The only spot of sunlight I see,
Is through the slivers of your finger cracks.
I am choked and dragged below,
To this dank tunnel.
Countless times do I find myself,
Crawling through this thick mud,
Escaping from the gollum,
Ring in hand and throat intact,
I run through the forest.
These trees know my path and struggle.
They sway and change my vision.
Thick bows and strands of their leafy vines,
Slap against my back like the whips
Of condemnation.
I am free,
But this time,
Full of the aches of your pain,
Inflicted through my body,
Telling of my immanent captures.
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC
Here's some clay I molded well
And a note that's straight from hell
It just says "Live" and when I drop it
This gollum will wake up
He'll follow close my every order
Never teeter on the border
Of sentient thought because
I own him and he doesn't think at all
This gollum'll do the ***** deeds
Like taking out the ***** weeds
That filter through society
The people-poison of the earth
He'll invade your home as you did my mind
He'll make you leave the world behind
He'll take your head into his hand
And smash it down unto the land
As if to say, "Please taste the earth,
Substance of your death and of my birth"
The cyclic theory present now
He'll show you how to die
And when he's done and you are through
When my gollum's finished you
He'll emotionlessly tear through your guts
And with them, drag you through the street
Sleep tight, doll
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
And you Gollum,
I'd say I am a spinner of apples
Hoping for pies,
A climber of trees
In October skies
And I would be telling
No lies.
And Gollum...
Poor Gollum,
Dweller under the mountain,
Avoider of Orcs,
Fugitive of men,
No longer hobbit,
Eater of pale fish,
You might pause...
Remember just a moment
Hands without claws,
Built for climbing apple trees,
Up in an autumn breeze...
Hands made for reaching
Apples ready for picking.
And you might remember
Cinnamon scents
Of apple tarts and pies
Bubbling fragrant spices
In an oven hot,
Waiting for
A slice
Of cheese,
And your pipe
After.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
With his eloquent tongue,
Quick wit,
And grinning eyes.
He made us love him.
He made us feel loved.
If only for a moment.
Then it got ugly.
Suddenly there were questions.
Fighting amongst ourselves.
Betraying one another.
Never trusting.
No one.
Not even ourselves.
He made us weak.
Afraid.
Spiteful.
He turned us into something we're not.
He played us all.
He crushed us.
Or tried to.
Without a thought.
Without a care.
With his crippled black soul,
Deadened eyes,
And withered self.
Hidden behind a handsome mask,
A gentle hand,
His lies.
His fear drove him.
His fear of being realized.
His fear of being alone,
And others seeing him,
As he really is.
For he is dark,
He is apathetic,
He doesn't feel what others feel.
He cannot feel remorse,
Except for in fear of himself.
For he only cares for himself.
He claims he doesn't care.
He claims to be free.
Free of restraints.
Free of emotion.
Free of love.
But for what he claims is free,
Is imprisoned in fear.
For he is a coward.
Terribly frightened.
Afraid of others.
What they might say.
What they might think.
But mainly he is afraid of himself.
For he knows his noxious soul,
Will one day find him.
Abandoned.
Exposed.
The day he knows he is unloved.
The day he knows he is alone.
Alone with no one but himself.
The one he fears the most.
He will weep.
For nothing is stronger.
Nor more horrifying.
Than facing one's greatest fear.
To open one's eyes.
To face all alone.
The one you despise the most.
To see in the mirror,
The demon you've become,
As no fear is stronger,
Than that of oneself.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
How do I even begin proposin'
My love for you, just like the sea, that's blue
Every now and then, I'm reminiscin'
Darling dear, don't divulge, but do subdue
What hath she? Pondering thee, like a snail
If I do reckon gently, your sweet voice
To heaven, I would go, maybe by mail
Oh girl I don't know, do I have a choice?
Eyes, lips, hair. Those curves, baby, so luscious
The way you caress, that recedes all stress
Is, as Tolkien told, Gollum's "my precious."
Your style, the way you dress, sittin' with poise
If they say I'm indiscreet, just retreat -
You don't need to take any of the heat.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Crawling from underneath the
Power which cannot be owned
Nor contained an illusion obsession
A lethal compulsion and ever present
All absorbing shadow
You are engulfed and deformed
Power you could only wear but never fully
Possess
To stand up and carry yourself
Under the light of your truth
Faithfully catching reflection
Never escaping
The only way to liberate
Empowerment
Pure and transcending
So much more than power itself
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Hello Gollum
I see you sitting there
And what are you
Looking at
With great care?
I see, that fish too
And it is so good for you
It will be a tasty dish
I will eat with you
If that is your wish
I have long limbs
Kind of like you
A bit akward
Seems there is
Nothing I can do
I go unnoticed too
We have seen
Knights, elves, and dwarves
Pass this way
We just live off the land
It is our way
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
Atheists
Atheists who believe in evolution
Lying
For example, evolution
Stealing
Satan worship
Judas
For example, Darwin
My neighbor Will
Who manipulated me into bad Pokemon trades
Witchcraft, for example, Atheism
Women’s sexualized Halloween costumes
Sexualized women, for example bikinis
Prostitution
Cussing, which is prostitution of the spirit
*** with someone other than your spouse
*** before marriage
Pictures of ***
***
The word ****
The Ancient Greeks, who rejected Jesus
The Ancient Romans, who rejected Jesus
The Ancient Jews who rejected Jesus
(The **** Pharisees who rejected Jesus via ******
The Ancient Samaritans, who rejected Jesus
Except one; that guy’s all good
The Ancient Babylonians, who would’ve rejected Jesus
Marrying a non-Christian
Helping your Atheist spouse to cuss or ******
Divorce
Not forgiving someone
Gollum, for several reasons
Not praying
Praying to Mary
Praying to Allah
Praying to Baal
Child sacrifice
Saying “Just water please” but then getting pop
Bill Clinton, who did all that
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
Yeah, fearless, now watch me clear this obsession, that others keep stressing on, watching people keep wasting their lives over precious things as if they themselves have become like Gollum mon. But I digress, this is my mission, this my vision to run this dominion. I am fearless, devil can you hear it, I have overcome you're torment, I no longer fear **** God oh the father up in heaven, It still looks like I aint one you're disciplinary brethren. This is my goal, mother ****** I am on a roll, can't decide which way to go. Classy so sassy, jumping over all you spazz's because you are all too drastic and dramatic. I am the fanatic that don't panic over first world problems, because ever problem can be solved, given time, I'm sure I will never again hit rock bottom. Fearless, so careless to the things that used to bother me, but nothing impedes me now that I got my masters degree. Going off you melon tops, you think I would give up when I got my friends for backup. So I haven't always been this way, but this is the way I rock today. I can only move forward, to tomorrow, can't look back at all my sorrow. Different me, so I think a lot differently, starting to build up my lyrical ministry. Fearless you can't commandeer this vessel that is so special, that would be dreadful, so unethical to this human that is so gentle. Just a gentile that has over come his shackles, so gnomonical of all these obstacles I tackled. No more skipping over the point with the story of the birds and the bee's, because we finally have the keys to get off of our knees. To fearful are some, no fear for this one, because nothing can no longer have me outdone. Fearless can you comprehend how clear this is, but a lot of you are still to blind to see that fear is your nemesis. Why can't everything be good like in the book of genesis, I'll tell you why, because this generation has gone to **** that is most definite. Some of you won't admit, but to be completely honest I don't really give two ***** No more fear holding me back from being in a relationship, I have become smart as a chip, blasting out here like I'm a rocket ship.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
Hello again Gollum
Sitting over there
Now I know sometimes
Life seems sad and stupid
And it feels like no one really cares
But everyone has their part to play
Remember what Gandalf said
Let's cook this fresh salmon
And enjoy it with some of
Bilbo's freshly baked bread
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
oddly, but not odd enough
bilbo baggins fared
a better adventure than
frodo baggins... complicate
your psychology further
why so many more hobbits
were involved,
and why samwise gamgee
accompanied the anti-hero
to dissolve gollum thus dissolve sauron.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
Were your mind the soil from which words rise,
autochthonic,
filled with meaning-ment-al
ready to write asif
you exist, dear reader, and know
autochthonic
people are some different from
Gaijins, gegenes, genetical offspring of Gaia,
I imagine, gollum mud men, goy-soulish sorts,
were, once thought,
asreal as death itself, by those in the know;
but
we never know ever, ever being as it is and
this being mortality,
the act of dying,
asif we were seeds, words whispered in darkness,
come and see. Buy of me gold,
without money,
without price.
Grace, take it for granted, and grow on.
Become that which the seed demanded you to be,
when autochthonic was re
cognized as some word Nunzio Corso knew, but you
never heard of him.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
"Do you believe in love?"
she shook her head.
"Well, you know what love does to people—destruction," she whispered quietly.
his astonished eyes stared at her with wonder and confusion.
"Being in love means you'd be willing to sacrifice and risk everything for it; or even worse, fight against anything that against it. All my life, I only witnessed the kind of love that ruin one another."
"Look at Bonnie and Clyde. Look at Hitler's love for his Arya race. Look at Confessions of a Shopaholic. Look at Gollum. There's a thin line between obsession and love, and sometimes you can't tell which one is which."
her eyes looked far across the city; as if she was longing for something.
perhaps, he thought, it's true that woman is an open book, it's just most men don't read and it's written in ancient Greek.
"But how about your Mom? How about the owner of animal shelter? How about the Environmentalist? How about the firefighters and crisis call center officers?" he responded.
and in that very moment, she knew she was in safe hands.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
Hello Gollum
Over there
Eating fish
Without a care
I have an ugly body too
With my akward shoulder
I've learned there is nothing
I can do
An imbalanced body
Is a terrible thing
For a man of Tao
Let us eat
Our cooked fish now
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
the
jet black
marble eyes
reflects
the
smooth
black olive
silhouette of
the
evil crow
who
guards
the
realm of Gollum
and
me swears by it
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
'So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.’
- William Shakespeare
Could you be my best for last?
It’s the want that can ache.
Afraid. Content nonetheless,
A golden cage self-made.
Save me and take me
Gollum of my youth.
Haven’t a clue
Where I’m going,
But I’m sure I came with you.
Transmuted from your touch.
This is a climactic heap
Whatever this is –
Offering affairs and wares.
Beautiful stilted tomb,
Cradle my stone bedside,
Accompany the whistling tune.
Tracing every spindling crack
Admiring it like an artefact,
Leave me,
Like a child at a museum
Getting lost and losing track,
Tracking back
Mused, amazed,
Wonderment haze.
Damp shadows cast their way with us
Never to be dust.
Forlorn loss of clarity,
Walls waxed with tears and
forged with alchemy,
Our very own reality.
Eyes flicker in perpetuum,
In love with what surrounds me.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
If I am living in the end of days
Or the end of America
Let it come
After all the things
I've been through
I'm not afraid
I'll be on the golf course
Even if they have shut it down
Even if there are hurricane force winds
And lightning
I just don't care!!
I'm alone again
How I always was
This is my game
A game I will play forever
The emptiness, The pain
And there is always more
Always more of this
Whatever it is I am doing these days
On and on
Shot after shot
Hole after hole
The therapist she
Left me
And it would have
Been nice
If she told me
She loved me
But she didn't!
And so I return to
The golf course
Despised by man
Misunderstood
Hated
My akward shoulder and hip
Forever alone
When judgement comes
There is nowhere to run
Or hide
When judgement comes
To America
I am sitting all day
Alone again
Month after month!
America dies slowly
I return to the mountains
Like Gollum
Hobbling around
To eat a small fish
Out of the stream
Pretty women
Didn't like me!
And all I ever wanted
Was to find a mistress
A loving woman who
Would listen to me cry
And comfort me
But of course
Things you desire
Don't usually ever come true
A man that likes women
But is never around them
I am always tired
It's this earth
This existence
That I find exhausting
Eating
And seeing and seeing
The same thing
My female friend is not coming
And so I go to hit
Golf *****
Return to the golf course
Until Jesus the Savior returns
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
Mean Women
Make fun of me
Please laugh at me
And make me cry
Yes I'm not attractive
And I don't care why
You don't want to touch me
You don't even care
And you slapped me
In my face
I think I like it
So there
You made me kiss your boot
You stuck a vibrating **** plug
In my ***
Made me pleasure
A powerful black stud
Isn't humiliation fun
A woman could never
Desire me
And why really cares
Wandering across the earth
I see Gollum sitting
Over there
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
They say if you've found the
One.
No matter how much pain,
You've suffered,
You'll still look at them,
The way Gollum,
Looks at the one ring.
You would die for the,
One.
Battle in wars for the,
One.
And you would never,
Ever,
Discard it's worth.
I need someone to be my,
Ring,
Or someone to be my,
Gollum,
After all, that is life's,
Final goal.....
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
My body is akward
I never got the chest I wanted
I feel ugly
Like gollum
Never touched
Or hugged
By any woman
Probably not capable
Of loving a woman
When I can't learn
To love this body
I don't see how a woman
Could ever
In a world full of emptiness
Full of times
Nothing leading to nothing
On and on
The phone *** operator
She was pretty good
At her job
The slogan of the site
"Is speak to your desire"
I did
Now its over
The desire met
Feelings of boredom
Emptiness
Never thought
That highly
About life on earth
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC