Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our Great Hall of Poets.
So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!
If you have a Tolkien/Middle-earth inspired poem you’d like to share, then send it to email@example.com
One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.
I sit before the keyboard
and ponder long-gone youth,
When clouds were shaped like Oliphaunts
or even Wargs forsooth.
With innocence we’d whirl ‘til tipsy
and dance our Springle-ring,
Or jostle and joust atop Erebor
to be the Mountain’s King.
Upon our Egladil we’d rest
and heed the songbird’s trill:
Here Angle’s End waved meadow-grass
and pale-green Niphredil.
Then: “Tag! You’re it!” was a delight,
but moreso Hide-n-Seek:
We’d duck behind a Mallorn Tree
or crouch in Cavern Deep.
As I sit before the keyboard
I relive my Bagshot Row:
We’d climb up Old Man Willow
and watch the Big Folk down below.
From the branches of our Ent-house
we held Councils of the Wise,
While the Master of the Hall held forth
Great Music we’d devise.
Alone we’d play ‘til dusk each day,
our Gammers had no Dragon-fear:
Then Varda’s Lights would shimmer bright
while Eärendil above shone clear.
At twilight blossomed fireflies,
they’d flitter to-and-fro;
Bewitched with Crystal Phial-full
we’d watch the Elven-glow.
We thought those Free Fair days would last,
foresaw no Gift of Men.
Yet fate on life’s Great Journey
takes trails we cannot ken:
And our Wandering Days of growth
bring new friends of great worth,
As those Hidden Paths have brought us
Fellowship in Middle-earth.
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