"smaug" poems
The Cat Sat On The Mat.
The Mat Sat On The Cat.
Hat. Cat. Mat.
The Mouse Sat On The Blouse.
The Blouse Sat On The House.
Mouse. Blouse. House.
The Dog Sat In The Bog.
The Bog Sat Near Smaug.
Dog. Bog. Smaug.
Urticaria.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
Finally this day has come.
To get another go with the sun,
A year has it been since the daylight shun.
The shadows of Mordor were almost to get me done.
What a fine day to have an adventure.
Having to save a princess as a departure.
The signs are being obvious
Birds are flying back to the Mountain,
There is no time to be in bore,
I need to hurry and reclaim back my Erebor.
I’m in wonder of what she is doing.
Probably she made plans already by now.
Or maybe she didn’t decide on going.
Thought that she might be Lonely under the Mountain.
I have to get going to save her plain,
Must get her out quickly of that fiery chain.
But wait, What’s this?
My legs are unable to move.
Why is my heart trembling with fear?
I’ve been waiting for this my entire time,
I don’t get it.
I don’t get it at all.
I’m shaking pathetically,
This is getting ridiculously annoying.
Move it! Why is my body not responding?
I can’t control my body no more
It’s totally stuck!
Is the sun causing this?
But I’m no troll to be affected by this.
I’m the Bilbo on this journey,
I’m the appointed burglar
To steal the precious Arkenstone
So what’s happening now really?
Am I scared that much
That my own body is doing what I should be doing?
If this fear is about the journey I’ll take,
The dangers I’ll encounter,
The perils I’ll meet.
That wouldn’t be a serious problem for me not to go.
But it’s different.
This doesn’t make sense.
I need to get rid of this fence.
But It’s no use,
I’m stuck in this hole in fuse.
Stuck in this Shire,
While that desolator Smaug is causing fire.
I’ve forgotten the time.
The shadows are back.
Here I am underneath the moon’s refine,
Standing still in charcoal leather black
Not resisting anymore.
I completely stood in my own accord.
Tears are spilling down my face.
I can feel in my veins the sorrow,
And thinking about it made me wonder
If I can make it til tomorrow.
Then,
So sudden it came to me in a flash
The reason why I did not move
Why I did not meet her.
It’s because a year ago I was there.
In front of her.
My precious Arkenstone Under the Mountains
The kings jewel.
The jewel that rejected my tiny hands,
That reached beyond the Middle of Earth
Just for her.
The same jewel that replaced me with a greed of a dragon.
That burned the glow of what’s inside me.
And now I remember it all.
Clear as the sky above me.
I am no Bilbo Baggins.
There is no treasure waiting for me.
No adventure as destination.
Because this,
This is just the Anniversary of my Rejection.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
He was rain
The spray that came
On a scorching summer day.
He fell from his cloud
Without warning
Kissed the Flickering Flame into submission
All the while, saving a few sweet drops
Just for me.
He was the rain
That kissed the Flame and I.
He was rain
Leaving the Flame and I in wait
To see him on another day.
We danced for him
Inviting him to play
As we spun in each other's arms.
Finally, he joined us
The Flame and I jumped for joy
First side-by-side
Then miles apart.
He was the rain
That made the Flame blush
And set my selfish soul ablaze.
He was rain
Standing between the Flame and I
On any given day.
He soothed the new burns
Marring my skin
Though he always feared
He would put out the Flame.
He was the rain
That loved the Flame
While the both of them
Left me parched.
He was rain
A hurricane
Washing me away from the Flame.
The two of them laughed
Oblivious
And told me to swim
As I began to drown.
He was the rain
Who ran away with the Flame
Just when I thought
They could both be mine.
He was rain
And he slipped away
On a sunny winter's day.
The Flame left, too
Without a note
Left the heart within me
High, dry, and cold
Nothing there to set on fire
Or to give hope.
He was the rain
Who disappeared with the flame
Leaving me all alone.
Now, on this day
I float in a fog.
Floods on one side
On the other, burnt smaug.
I know who I am
And I'm here to stay.
I just wish that the Flame
Didn't take my rain boy away.
Still, he is the rain
Who is in love with the Flame
And I wonder
If he thinks about dry Earth like me
At all.
He is the rain
A fool for the Flame
Just like I was
All along.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
Smaug the Dragon? A mere shrimp!
Fasticollaton, was really a wimp.
The Nasty one from Tolkien,
that ravaged Nargothrond?
Less scary than David Niven as James Bond.
The one that makes me turn to jelly,
was the little blonde one, name of Kelly!
Bruised my arm, broke my finger,
told me that my smelly feet linger.
Ate my chicken, said she didn't,
I thought the ****** thing was hidden!
Twelve years since I moved away,
from the scary friend who turned me grey.
Miss the little dragon so,
wherever she is, I hope she knows..
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
You said you want a guy who loves to roll the dice
He might get a six, but mine has twenty sides.
Like Lucy in the Sky you won’t believe your eyes
Like Dory be surprised and forget the other guys
People aren’t something anybody can own but
I heard about a thing called inter-library loan
Run my fingers down your spine
and dog-ear the pages
Our story will be told for ages and ages
Just call me love,
‘cause all you need is me
Must be shortsighted ‘cause you are all I see.
I know no man’s an island,
But I’ve got a big peninsula
Step onto my deck
And maybe we can get molecular
I’m not part of your fandom
I just want to see the show
Got reasons to hold back
Let’s pretend we didn’t know
Call me fire, call me death
I’m a dragon named Smaug and this rap is my breath
I’m sweet and empty inside, if that’s what you’re after
I’ll open right up and you can call me candy rapper
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Your arms slung
under my head and knees, and
though you had cleaned the gutters all day
and mowed the lawn
and dusted the webs from the shed, you
raised me from the undignified
slump on the couch
though you were tired
and carried me to my bed.
I was here once before.
Carried by a different man's arms.
I was smaller then.
My room scattered in Lego pieces
and plastic dinosaurs
now houses mountains of clothes and books
like Smaug piled his gold.
I was here once before,
but he is too old now to carry me
and I, too tall.
But you remind me of him.
You are young and strong enough
to lift me as he once did.
Perhaps, someday, he will see
and thank you for doing what he
no longer can.
Meanwhile
tears sting my eyes
as I realize
I have never been, nor will I ever be
strong enough to carry him
as you now carry me.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
a cat sleeps in my bed,
and cautiously i inspect
snake eyers in fur
as if that *********
tailoring skin with leather
for care of cavern canvases:
as i am minded to care for
twin skeletons of ape and man
and eyes of mammal and lizard!
i am the familial tie as egg as thought
engraving the study of wombs
like the study of space and time,
for this is where the equations manage
balance! engraving upon engraving
to a shadowy replica
that you might keep both fish
and spiders in aquariums.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
legends
of the dragon
the gorgon and the roc
the griffin \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
and the wily sphinx
sitting on
her rock
tales of the
ogre the banshee
and the troll, of these
I don't get weary, they do
not grow old • the harpy and the
pegasus, the fairy and the elf, I would
sit for hours pulling books down from
the shelf • I'd imagine places no one'd
ever seen, for they were within my
head, especially my dream •
I still love these images &
sometimes I go to where the
evil Smaug lies waiting in his gold
and glitt'ring lair • won't you please
come with me? together we can go
to where the river wanders \/\/\/\/\/\/
where the pace is slow
or fight for maiden's
virtue, or defeat
the lothesome
foe • or be a
faire princess
or like a dwarf
who's bold • in
the mountain of
the moon, mining
precious gold, where
you are never hungry &
you never grow old
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
I fall to the lonely fire of faith. The burnout stars of past designs shine there. Lost drowning in the lake of time, soundless effigies hanging in space like crystal lights on Christmas nights.
In tonight we find them in the aftermath of red sky. Tomorrow they faint to draw their blades behind the shields of clouds. Hiding in the thicket of Smaug they still burn there just out of reach. The lonely fires of faith.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
Deep in the mountains
Where I laid and sleep
In the lonely mountain
With a glittering heap
Don't dare to disturb me
In my state of slumber
For if I wake...
I'll reduce you to ashes through fire
For men feared me for the fire I breathe
And the Dwarves despised me for in their city I live
Wreaked them havoc and drove away their kin
No one could stop me, I've got might from within
I am Smaug the great worm of Erebor
Where I brought forth a great form of hysteria
For my eyes flashes embers of fire
Come to me if Death is what you desire.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
The ice melts,slowly
The seasons change.
If I could meet you
For the very first time
All over again,
I wouldn't take your pen
We would never fight again.
Stand beside me in this river
Of common history
And conflicting ideas
I can't live without you
But somedays I do.
I've pushed you to the edge
But you refuse to drown
You hold on to me
And I hold on to the you
That used to be.
We're vapours and smaug
I can't see you anymore
I drift away in silent grace
In the cold comfort
Of an impending goodbye
Your hand softens around
The blue veins on the inside
Of my wrist and I come undone
I can't tell tears from rain
And you can't tell me from the winds.
I drift away in the lackadaisical sky
Of all the ugly things I chose to see
And all the ways a person can be
Just water under the bridge.
Now that I've seen your flaws
It's only fair that I don't see
More.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
Insomnia has fallen into my bed again
Taken the blankets and run away with the night
Like a bandit it guards it
Like Smaug it refuses to share
Flaunting its peacock feathers
Unobtainable
Elusive
Some exotic creature prowling the dark
Letting loose its seductive calls
While I sit here
Eyes crusted and stinging
Doing anything to still the anxious
Vibrations of my mind
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC