Old English Poem

  The Legend of Ethelwynn and the Forest's Heart In days of old, when shadows grew long, And the winds did sing an ancient song, There lived a maiden, fair and bright, Ethelwynn, with eyes like the night. Her village lay near a wood so deep, Where the trees did murmur and secrets sleep, A place both feared and full of lore, Where none had ventured, or dared explore. For in that forest, legends told, A heart of magic, fierce and bold, A beating pulse beneath the ground, That kept the forest’s spirit bound. Ethelwynn, with her gentle grace, Had heard the tales of that secret place, And in her heart, a longing grew, To know the truth that none once knew. Her father, a hunter, stern and wise, Warned her of danger, with furrowed eyes, “Stay from the woods, for there is naught, But darkness and ruin to be sought.” But Ethelwynn, with a heart so pure, Could not ignore the call so sure, And one eve, when the moon was high, She bade farewell with no goodbye. Into th...

  The Ballad of Aldric and the Sea In a land where the waves kissed the shore, And the winds sang songs of ancient lore, Lived Aldric, a sailor bold and free, Whose heart did long for the endless sea. His father, a fisherman, strong and wise, Taught him to cast nets ‘neath the skies, To read the stars and the moon’s pale glow, And follow the tides wherever they’d go. But Aldric’s soul was wild and untamed, Not bound to the land, nor by fame, His heart was ever drawn to the deep, Where the ocean’s secrets lay asleep. One eve, as the sun did set low, A storm arose with a mighty blow, The waves did crash, and thunder did roar, As Aldric sailed to the distant shore. His ship was small, but his courage great, He sought the sea, though it tempted fate, For in its depths, he believed there lay A treasure more precious than gold or clay. Through howling winds and the crashing tide, Aldric’s ship did bravely glide, But then, the sea, in a fit of rage, Brought forth a...

  The Tale of Eadric the Brave In days of yore, when knights did ride, And kingdoms vast did stretch far wide, There lived a youth, with heart so bold, Eadric, whose story must be told. Eadric was born in a village small, Where the river’s voice did gently call, And the trees stood tall in the wildwood’s shade, Where the sun’s warm light, on soft earth, played. His father was a blacksmith strong, With calloused hands, he worked all day long, And his mother, wise with gentle grace, Wore a smile that none could erase. But war, as always, came to their door, A dark cloud upon the earth it tore, With iron and steel, the invaders came, And Eadric’s world was never the same. His father fell in the heat of battle, The clang of swords, the war-horse’s prattle, And his mother, too, was taken away, Lost in the winds of that fateful day. Left with naught but a shattered heart, Eadric vowed to make a fresh start, To seek revenge, to end the pain, And reclaim peace in hi...

  The Knight’s Lament: A Tale of Honour and Loss In days of old, when swords did gleam, And knights upheld their noble dream, There lived a man of valor true, With steely gaze and armor blue. Sir Edric was his name of fame, A warrior bold, of untamed flame. Yet 'neath his helm, a shadow lay, A heavy heart, both torn and gray. He rode through fields where battles raged, Where fate and fortune oft engaged. The clash of steel, the cries of men, Did echo ‘cross the bloodstained fen. Yet Edric’s soul, though forged in strife, Yearned not for war, but peaceful life. For in his heart, there burned a fire, A love for one, his soul’s desire. The fair Elayne, with hair of gold, A maiden pure, with heart so bold. Her laughter rang like summer’s song, Her presence bright where he belonged. But cruel was fate, and dark the tide, That swept her far from Edric’s side. A sickness came, both swift and sly, And stole her breath beneath the sky. Upon her grave, he knelt to we...

  A Tale of Yore: The Wanderer’s Song In lands where shadows stretched so wide, And winds did whisper o’er the tide, A wanderer roamed with heart so drear, His steps were light, his purpose clear. Through woods of oak, where time stood still, And meadows kissed by autumn's chill, He sought a star, his guiding flame, A beacon bright, devoid of name. Upon a hill, so high, so steep, Where ancient stones their vigils keep, He paused to gaze on realms below, Where rivers danced and moonlight glowed. “Lo!” quoth he, “What dreams may dwell, In yon fair vale, where echoes swell? What secrets hide ‘neath nature’s guise, In silken mists and azure skies?” The night grew deep; the world grew pale, As he did weave his mournful tale. “Once I had kin, a hearth, a home, Yet now I tread where wild beasts roam. For fate’s cruel hand, in shadow clad, Hath stolen all the joys I had. My father’s sword, my mother’s song, Are but faint ghosts, where I belong.” The stars did glimm...

  The Echoes of Tomorrow In the quiet folds of the dawn’s first light, Whispers stir, soft as the wings of night. The world awakens with a gentle sigh, A fleeting moment as time passes by. The earth beneath us hums its silent song, Of ancient tales and journeys long. The trees reach upward, their roots deep and wide, Steeped in wisdom, where secrets reside. The rivers speak in murmurs low, Of distant lands where the waters flow. Through valleys deep, over mountains high, They journey onward, as years slip by. Yet we, the wanderers, walk our own way, Chasing the sun, and fleeing the gray. We seek the answers, in places unknown, In the silence, we stand, yet feel alone. For in our hearts lies a question still, A yearning drive, a boundless will. What lies beyond, what is to come, In the future’s embrace, where we all become? The stars above, they whisper clear, Of paths unseen, yet drawing near. The cosmos wide, in its vast embrace, Holds the answers we must c...

  Whispers of the Earth In the quiet of the morning light, The world awakens, soft and bright. A whisper stirs the tender trees, The wind that dances through the leaves. The earth it hums, a song so old, A melody that’s never told. It speaks in tones both sweet and deep, A promise kept, a secret to keep. The Call of the Wild The mountains rise, both firm and wide, Their shadows stretch on every side. The rivers flow in endless streams, Carrying with them ancient dreams. The birds take flight, the deer stand still, Their gaze fixed on the distant hill. And in the breeze, I hear the call, A voice that echoes through it all. It calls me to the open sky, To reach for stars, to learn to fly. It calls me to the heart of night, To chase the moon, to seek the light. The Journey Begins I walk this earth with tender feet, Through fields of gold, and forest sweet. The path before me twists and bends, Yet every step I take, it sends A message clear, a whisper brigh...

The Journey Within Beneath the skies of endless blue, I wander paths I never knew, Through fields of gold, through forests deep, Where shadows of the past still sleep. The Call of the Unknown The wind it calls, both soft and strong, A melody, a timeless song. It whispers of the road ahead, A path where dreams and fears are wed. I follow where the trail may lead, A journey born of hope and need. Each step I take, each thought I bear, Is woven with the whispers there. The Mirror of the Soul The road ahead is long and wide, With twists that turn from side to side. But in each step, I find my pace, A rhythm born of time and space. The trees they sway, the river hums, And in their song, a secret comes. For every step I take alone, I find a part of me unknown. The Beauty of the Moment The flowers bloom, the birds take flight, Their colors bold against the light. The sun it sets, the moon it rises, In their dance, the world surprises. For in the quiet of the night, I find t...

  Whispers of the Horizon Beneath the vast and endless sky, Where clouds drift by, so soft, so shy, Lies a path, both old and wide, That beckons hearts to walk beside. The Call of the Wind The wind it whispers, soft and clear, A call to those who dare come near. Its song of freedom fills the air, A promise that the bold may share. It tells of lands where dreams take flight, Where stars are born from endless night. Through valleys low and peaks so high, It calls to all who seek the sky. The Footsteps of Time With every step, the earth does hum, A rhythm known to all who come. The ground beneath, it knows our name, It carries all, no two the same. We walk on paths that twist and bend, Not knowing where the road will end. Yet in each step, there lies a truth, A lesson learned, a spark of youth. The Silent Journey The road is long, yet never still, It rises up, it climbs, it fills. With every journey, something new, A world of wonders, vast and true. The ...

Echoes of the Forgotten Path In the quiet of the midnight air, When stars above are crystal clear, There lies a path, so faint, so old, A tale untold, a mystery bold. The Journey Begins The road, it winds through ancient trees, Whispers carried on the breeze. With every step, the shadows grow, A dance of light and dark below. Through forests deep and valleys wide, The echoes call, they cannot hide. A secret kept, a story spun, In quiet tones beneath the sun. The Footprints Fade The footprints left, they fade away, A sign of those who once did sway. Their journeys ended, paths erased, Yet in the soil, their marks are traced. A fleeting moment in the past, Like ocean waves that never last. But still, the road remains, unknown, A place where only dreams have flown. The Silent Watcher A figure stands beneath the tree, A silent watcher, none can see. With eyes that pierce the veil of time, They've seen the world in every climb. Their voice, a whisper in the night, Tel...

  The Tapestry of Time Woven threads of gold and gray, A life unfolds, a fleeting play. The loom of time, it weaves with care, Each stitch a story, rich and rare. The Dawn's Embrace Morning whispers, soft and bright, Chasing shadows of the night. A tender promise in the sky, New horizons waiting nigh. The dew-kissed grass, the blooming rose, Life begins as daylight grows. With every step, the heart takes flight, Dreams ignited in golden light. The River of Youth The river rushes, swift and strong, A symphony of nature’s song. With eager hearts, we leap and run, Chasing stars and chasing sun. Through fields of wonder, paths unknown, We carve our names on ancient stone. Each stumble shapes the souls we bear, With laughter light and burdens rare. The Bonds We Hold In crowded halls or lonely streets, The heart in kindred spirits meets. A hand to hold, a voice to hear, A shield against the creeping fear. Friendships bloom in tender shade, Through trials f...

  Whispers of the Infinite Beneath the vast and open skies, Where sun and moon in silence rise, A story weaves, both bold and shy, Of fleeting moments passing by. The Dawn of Being In morning’s glow, the world awakes, With golden hues the horizon breaks. A gentle breeze, a robin’s song, The promise of a day grown strong. Each new beginning, a whispered call, To rise, to stumble, to stand tall. A canvas blank, with colors bright, To paint the hours from morn to night. The Hands of Time Time marches on, a steady stream, A sculptor shaping life’s grand dream. Moments fleeting, yet profound, Each one a treasure waiting to be found. The past, a shadow that softly clings, The present, a bird with golden wings. The future, a star that lights the way, Guiding hearts through night and day. The Bonds We Share Through winding paths and forest deep, Connections grow where souls do meet. A friend, a stranger, a love unknown, Together, seeds of life are sown. The l...

  Echoes of the Eternal In the quiet dawn where shadows lay, A whisper stirs, the birth of day. The sky unfolds in hues so rare, A fleeting canvas painted with care. The Pulse of Time The river flows, its course unknown, Through valleys deep and seeds unsown. Its waters speak of days long past, And dreams that fade, yet hold steadfast. Time, the sculptor, carves with might, Moments fleeting, day and night. Each tick, a song, a fleeting rhyme, We live, we lose, within its chime. A Journey Within Beneath the stars, the soul takes flight, Seeking truth in the endless night. Through mountains high and oceans deep, It finds the dreams it dares to keep. Each step, a tale, each pause, a thought, Lessons learned, and battles fought. The road is winding, the path unclear, Yet courage grows with every fear. The Weight of Loss In love’s embrace, we find the thread, That binds us close, though tears are shed. For every joy, a shadow stands, A silent partner, holdi...

  The Tapestry of Life In the early light, when day is born, A thousand dreams begin to adorn. Threads of hope, spun fine and bright, Weave the fabric of day and night. The Loom of Time The loom of time, it gently hums, As moments pass, as future comes. Each thread a story, old and new, A glimpse of past, a vision true. But who can see the threads, so small? Each twist and turn, a rise, a fall. Some strands are golden, others gray, But each has meaning, in its own way. The Colors of the Soul The colors of the soul are vast, A vivid blend of future, past. The reds of passion, fierce and bright, The blues of sorrow, soft as night. The greens of hope, the yellows of cheer, The purples of dreams we hold dear. Each hue reflects a heart that knows, The beauty found where spirit flows. The Thread of Love Through every life, one thread we find, A thread of love, both pure and kind. It binds us all, it holds us near, A constant force that knows no fear. In mom...

The Path of a Dreamer: A Poem of Resilience In the quiet corners of the restless mind, A spark of hope begins to unwind. Dreams take shape, fragile yet bold, Stories of triumph waiting to be told. What is a Dreamer’s Journey? A dreamer walks where shadows play, On paths where doubt and courage sway. Futures unseen, yet hearts believe, In the power of what they can achieve. To dream is to dare, to stretch and climb, Through moments of chaos, through sands of time. It’s crafting visions in the dark of night, And chasing them through morning’s light. How Does the Heart Persist? The heart persists through endless storms, Through nights so cold, through shapes forlorn. It weathers tempests, fierce and wild, Yet holds the laughter of a child. For every fall, there’s a rise anew, Every scar a testament, every struggle true. Through fields of doubt, the dreamer strides, With hope as the torch that always guides. Types of Courage Found Within The Quiet Resolve The courage to ...