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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!
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Lady Forest
Kissed by the sun, embraced by the morning, The Forest sheds her cloak of Night. She slips into a gown of mist, She wove herself, by Morning light.
In Amber rays, the Forest dances, In hidden glens within the hills. Barefoot, she glides through open meadows, Tip-toes her way past silver rills.
Her gown of mist trails behind her, Fluttering in the morning wind, Adorned with gems and sparkling jewels. The rising sun did surely send.
Through fire and water falling. Burning, Freezing. Holding on and letting go for life. No quarter asked, No quarter given, Shadow and flame against pure light clash. Into the abyss they fall headlong, Rending, Slashing. Sword and talon take equal toll. Still waters shaken, Fires quenching, The stone foundations jarring courage. Up endless stairs the Shadow flees. Hunting, Chasing, To the final clash on the mountain peak. Shattered, broken, Thrown down in defeat. Pure spirit released to live anew. Through fire and water rising, Transcending, Evolving. Returned back at the turn of the tide. The storm rages. Hope is renewed. Though only in the will of the fool.
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Till Our Next Meeting
by: Bassam K.
My Dear Friend, Valleys and Mountains, forests and rivers, You conquered them all, shook them off like shivers. I always knew you were made of mithril, I always knew you were capable of more, Greatness cannot be hidden under a hill, It needed a little nudge out of the door. For that, I am not sorry. You were more than a means to an end. I believed in you. You were special.
My Dear Friend, There were times when I wasn’t anywhere near, Times when I left you stranded surrounded by fear. It wasn’t ideal when I put the world on your shoulders, Charged with a group of stubborn strangers, I hadn’t thought about when you would be older, In the hands of time with the scars from danger. For that, I am sorry. You were more than a piece of the puzzle. I needed you. You were special.
My Dear Friend, The journey there was hurried and full of peril, You cut evil webs and were the rider of barrels. We lost some folk but you earned your stripes, You showed courage now and then, I enjoyed this night when we puffed our pipes, Just as our journey back again. With that, I am proud of you. You are more than just a Hobbit. I love you. You are special. Till our next meeting.
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!
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The forming mist
by D. McGlinchey
I saw it forming in the mist. Like veiled curtains unravelling No more the dread of the unseen hand Nor the burdening weight of a growing fear. For there it was now, as clear as day. A day where the colours had been drained away.
I saw the eyes of a former man. Like glowing ice with an inner fire. The forming mist his shroud like clothing. Tightening, flowing, drawing in. His ghostly face in the mist appearing. Staring wide eyed, teeth clenched, leering.
All this I saw in the forming mist. Lost and alone with my mind transfixed. Danger now has come to life. Out here in the wilds on a wind swept night. Friends around, yet no one near. The forming mist giving life to fear.
Oh why, oh why did I accept this quest? This terrible burden to undertake? Abandoned now to this cruel dark fate, The forming mist is moving in. Surrounded now I begin to cry As it hisses slowly ‘Time to die!’
Out of nowhere burns a searing flame. Purifying the air as it sweeps and cleans. And the forming mist breaks and fades, Driven apart to drift slowly away. Friends they have rallied in the wilds on this night. With new courage, fears facing, the grim spectre takes flight.
But alas I am wounded, pierced deep to my soul. As a blade from the mist has been found. A serpent striking with its dying breath, Its poison now igniting my veins. I think of the precious clenched tight in my fist. As my spirit turns slowly to the forming mist.
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.
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The lonely shepherd
by David McGlinchey
I watch the sunrise. I have watched it from the First Age. And you, you were there at my side and would always sing at it’s rising. But the days dawning is silent now.
You are gone.
I would wander out amongst the growing woods and trees. Coaxing them, Befriending them, Teaching them to talk.
We were as one.
You, my love, would show them the beauty of the fruit and the flower. Sharing your gift with your sisters in bringing colour and joy to this new world. Bringing an order to the hills and vales.
Divided now by brown earth and stone.
Fimbrethil. We were the guardians. Charged with protecting the forests and trees. Faithfully we have tended to their needs Though none, there seemed, stood by us. Driven away you were with the rising of the Darkness.
I am alone
Still. Your name alone brings me comfort. We are fated to meet ere the setting of the last sun. I know this will be I will wait. Until that day though.
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.
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Helm the Hammerhand
by D. McGlinchey
Over Suthburg’s walls the snow fell thick, covering a land of despair. Whilst throughout the barren and cheerless halls, Cold death had filled the air. For the pride of his people had Helm smote King Freca, High Lord of the Dunlending race. In challenging his right to the Rohirrim lands and insulting his fair daughters grace.
Soon Edoras had fallen to Freca’s son Wulf, with Dunlending’s and Corsair’s conspiring. At the Great Golden Hall, Prince Haleth had died, in honour with courage inspiring. Whilst down by the Isen his fathers fate turned. Defeated, retreated to Suthburg’s high walls, Whilst the rest of the Riddermark burned.
Desperate, surrounded with no help to call, Helm defended his folks last great keep. With fire in his eyes and steel in his fists, His enemies lives he would reap! For such was the fear in the enemies camp Of the Suthburg’s ‘Dark Wraith of the Snow’. The ‘Hammerhand’ some said of the Rohirrim King Who killed all he faced with one blow!
The terrible long winter would not let them go, famine and disease soon descending. Yet still Helm strode out like a fearsome Snow Troll, With fury and vengeance unending! Bitter the wind and the ice and the gales, And the fuel of his rage spurred him on. But one man cannot bitter East winds long withstand. Soon the fire in his heart it was gone.
Frozen in death but still ready to fight, the legend of Helm it has grown. And from out of the Hornburg his spirit will rise, Whenever the Great War Horn is blown. To the Mound of the Kings was Helms body returned, With reverence to sleep the long sleep. Forever remembered and beloved of his folk. Whom he’d helped to survive at ‘Helms’ Deep.
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!
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The Lord of Water
by D.McGlinchey
I move through the world via many paths. Each pathway leads to me and I cover this Middle Earth. Nowhere is beyond my reach. For if I am hinderedI may take to the sky to fall again anew, Where each raindrop may carry a message from me, Each teardrop you shed a tale from you. Through the scars of the land I move unassailed. In my depths I hold memories and great tales never told. For the memories and tales are as the Great River’s roar. Each crash is a cry out. Each trickle a whispered sigh. The thunder of Rauros echoes of a thousand battles, Whilst the screens of a waterfall have hidden the events that began them!
Not for me the grand halls and graces of Valinor, Nor the rugged beauty of the lands of Arda. It is Ulmonan holds my heart. The depths of my oceans and the calm of my seas offer seclusion enough. But beware my wrath and cherish my pity For I am ever present to protect. To guide. To avenge. For I offer both mercy and punishment to the Children of Illúvatar I will speak with Nàmo and Manwë if need, within the Máhanaxar And forestall the works of Melkor For I am of the Eight, The Aratar The Holy Ones of Arda And I remain.
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The Dawn of the Fourth Age
By Mary E.
He who was the younger now must take charge. The one who his father loved the least has now become the first. What has happened to the world? That which was fair is now corrupt He who was less now is more. Those who loved peace now must fight. The land which was green is now a blight. The kingdom of elves is fading fast It is men that must take up the banner of good. The king will return The halfling will save. All that must be will be Much that is old must leave the earth. For a new age has come, Never seen under this sun. All things must come to an end But many others have just begun. That which was beautiful but deadly Has at last been destroyed. The power of evil no more can stand All peoples will join the final fight And bring down that which blocked the light. A star in heaven will join her lord And a new race of kings will be born. The last of the wise will pass over the sea, But leave in their wake the ones who have tales still meant to be told. What has happened to the world? Is the dark gone for good The light here to stay? Prophesies fulfilled and wars won and passed? The earth is beautiful, fair and bright, The King loves his people And all is right.
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Elf of the wand
By: Theo van de Pol
And so it was told that both were Maiar,
but the light was in Olórin and the
darkness with Valaraukar.
One walked Middle Earth and Gandalf became his
common name,
the other dwelt deep in darkness and would become
Durin’s Bane.
Many years later Durin Doors would sway open again,
and the Grey Pilgrim led a brave fellowship into
the Balrogs den.
In the grim cold of the mine there are no lights or
stars,
there he would face his greatest test as outlined
by the wise Valar.
At the bridge of Khazad-Dum he stood firm but fell
in the abyss,
fighting the demon for days, leaving his friends
alone and amiss.
The darkness took him and he strayed out of thought
and time,
but was send back naked as it was still his task to
guide and shine.
He became Gandalf once again to help those who opposed Sauron to fight, this time not as the Grey, but purely as the White.
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 poetry@theonering.net 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.
The Lord of Water
by D.McGlinchey
I move through the world via many paths .
Each pathway leads to me and I cover this Middle Earth.
Nowhere is beyond my reach.
For if I am hindered
I may take to the sky to fall again anew,
Where each raindrop may carry a message from me,
Each teardrop you shed a tale from you.
Through the scars of the land I move unassailed.
In my depths I hold memories and great tales never told.
For the memories and tales are as the Great River’s roar.
Each crash is a cry out.
Each trickle a whispered sigh.
The thunder of Rauros echoes of a thousand battles,
Whilst the screens of a waterfall have hidden the events that began them!
Not for me the grand halls and graces of Valinor, Nor the rugged beauty of the lands of Arda. It is Ulmonan holds my heart. The depths of my oceans and the calm of my seas offer seclusion enough. But beware my wrath and cherish my pity For I am ever present to protect. To guide. To avenge. For I offer both mercy and punishment to the Children of Illúvatar I will speak with Nàmo and Manwë if need, within the Máhanaxar And forestall the works of Melkor For I am of the Eight, The Aratar The Holy Ones of Arda And I remain.
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 poetry@theonering.net 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.
Lady Forest
by: Tom Frye
Kissed by the sun, embraced by the morning, The Forest sheds her cloak of Night. She slips into a gown of mist, She wove herself, by Morning light.
In Amber rays, the Forest dances, In hidden glens within the hills. Barefoot, she glides through open meadows, Tip-toes her way past silver rills.
Her gown of mist trails behind her, Fluttering in the morning wind, Adorned with gems and sparkling jewels. The rising sun did surely send.
Dimmer now the light of day
Less bright the stars at night
Sparser grow the woods and plant’s
For the Elves have gone away.
Less beauty now to look upon
More haste to get things done.
No care to share for others around.
For the Ents now too have gone.
No words of power for moonlight door. No Blue, Grey, Brown or White No reasoned words to guide us on When Istari remove their light.
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A Hobbits Poem
by: Sarah W.
Far o’er the Misty Mountains cold
Where Smaug sleeps upon a lair of gold
A burglar hides with the One Ring
Nothing to aid him, but trusty Sting
Soon the dragon wakes and leaves his den
Heads for Lake Town, anger aimed for men
Bard the bowman shoots, Smaug falls dead
But Thorin still yearns for a crown on his head
They wish for a share of wealth, men and elves alike Long they tarry, ere they strike Soon come goblins and orcs from caves below From below the mountains, their hearts hollow
Battle cries ring sharply in the air
Mere minutes pass, ere Dain and his dwarves are there
Burglar slips away from what he sees
Wishing to be home, by the fire, sipping tea
All ends, but not in fire, and victory crawls near With parting farewells, Bilbo heads back to his hole so dear The war is over the journey is done For now evil is gone, there is nothing to fear
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.
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Long Roads
by: T. Frye
The long road lies before you,
a far journey to reach your goal.
Miles of endless traveling,
but take comfort, O weary Soul.
Though you may seem from nowhere,
Where you stand and where you’ve been
It’s slow and steady progress,
not a race that you must win.
All short-cuts with little traveling,
lead nowhere in the end.
So, if the road seems long, now.
And the journey much too tough.
Remember, gems and jewels,
are cut from rougher stuff.
And though it’s quite a struggle,
with Apathy a constant foe.
It’s the journey on the longer roads,
that helps your soul to grow.
So stay steady on your journey,
and surely you’ll succeed,
and claim the golden harvest,
where before were only seeds.
Oh Grima, Grima, Grima.
What am I to do?
Those ungrateful Horse Lords won’t submit
Now the Ents are rebelling too.
They can’t see I was chosen to rule
They cant see, because their blind!
Oh Grima, Grima, Grima.
What am I to do?
We have an army Master.
Made worthy for our Mordor Lord
We have broke the back of the Horse Kings force.
They lie scattered at the Issen’s ford
Don’t worry Master Saruman.
Grima will come through.
I’ve planted the seeds in the old Kings brain.
Now he’ĺl surely bow to you?
Oh Grima, Grima, Grima.
If only that were true.
They let old Gandalf Stormcrow in and he’s tricked both me and you!
His white light’s pushed me from the door.
He’s brought help to the Golden Hall.
Oh Grima, Grima, Grima.
Fangorn marches to my wall!
What does the Great Eye tell you Lord?
What do your Wizard eyes see?
Does it show the defeat of the Horse Lords host?
Does it show who you promised for me?
I have done as my Master bade me.
I have betrayed both kith and kin.
Now the host is banging at the door.
Should I go and let them in?
Oh Grima, Grima, Grima!
What a worthless worm you are.
You’ve failed in your quest to turn the King
There’s enemies both near and far!
Demanding the keys to the Orthanc tower
Ignoring what the Palantir shows.
The Horse King wants to hang me high
On my gibbet for the sport of crows!
Calm yourself, my Master
There’s still time for us to away.
We’ll take the secret passages out of here.
Long before the light of day.
We’ll start anew now Master
We’ll travel from West to East.
We’ll help the Black Hand conquer all
And revel in the feast!
Oh Grima, Grima, Grima Your as blind as that walking tree! You know not of the Dark Lords plans, He won’t share his throne with me. I’ll have my revenge, my Wormtongue. Reaped with blood and fire. Gather our things now Grima. We go to repay the Shire!
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From everyone at TheOneRing.net, we wish you all a safe and peaceful Holiday season.
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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 poetry@theonering.net 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.
Elentári
by: R P Eldon
Above my world she sails, illuminating my starscape. No siren is she. Dancing on astral oceans, her sway sings songs of starlight. Beauty of Princess.
Rending night from dark, her silver gown of silken waters
flowing and surging.
As is her love, everlasting, and ever abiding.
Queen of my Heavens.
Warm is her heart, like hearth unto cold stone thawing the soul.
Fiery spirit,
scorching those who forsook her love, her heart, and her darkness.
Fierceness of Goddess.
Ever in my mind is she, my Evenstar, my dancer.
Consoling my black,
embracing my fears, burning away my shade into night.
Dancer of Darkness.
Nigh is the morn, and thus the sky sharpens. Will I see her again? This moonlight Fay
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Fellowship
by Idril
By the fire in Elven halls.
Mournful songs by Rauros falls.
Cold and snow on mountain peak.
A Dwarf strong and Hobbits weak.
Men proud and a Wizard wise.
Fleeing Crebain in the skies.
Fellowship.
Sausages and taters cook.
Filling canteens from the brook.
Fierce Wolves howling in the night.
Arrows fly and axes bite.
Glowing runes upon a door.
Midges biting in a moor.
Fellowship.
Tossing jokes from mouth to mouth.
Blocked by spies from passage South.
Teaching Little Ones to spar.
Thinking of the Evenstar.
Wand’ring through the caverns deep.
Balrog woke from deathless sleep.
Fellowship.
Splashing through the Nimrodel,
Frequent orc attacks repel.
Meeting elves within the trees.
Worries for a while ease.
Lady White searches the heart.
Sees each person’s future part.
Fellowship.
One will fall but not despair.
Two will in the forest fare.
One will claim an ancient crown.
Two will never let him down.
One will life itself rebirth.
Two will save all Middle-Earth.
Fellowship.
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The Enemy!
by David McGlinchey
Far seeing,
(Without looking.)
Secrets hearing,
(Without listening.)
Far reaching,
(Without moving)
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.
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The Mirror
by D. McGlinchey
Dare you look into the mirror?
Do you seek to know your fate?
Are you holding on to the life you know?
Or is your quest now far too late?
Have no fear young Hobbit
The mirror is just a guide.
What has gone and what’s to come
Is not always shown inside.
The journey on is lined with fear
But ‘hope’ will see you through.
Your friends are only here for love.
You know what you must do.
Dare you look into the mirror? Do you seek to know your fate? Are you holding on to the life you know? Or is your quest now far too late?
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“No dust in our eyes”
Book One, chapter 5, A conspiracy unmasked
by: Theo van de P.
We know you so well,
almost certain what you think.
And we watched you closely,
so you would not disappear in a blink.
Yes, we understand you must go,
and no, we will not keep you.
But it’s a long & dangerous road,
and therefore we must go too.
It’s true that we are horribly afraid, and we don’t know how it ends. Indeed, the danger is very dark, But Frodo, we are your friends.
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 poetry@theonering.net 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.
A long expected party.
by David McG.
Clip, clop trotting along
Merrily humming a favourite song.
Over the bridge passed Sandyman’s mill.
Down round the Green Dragon and up to the Hill.
Pick up a passenger,
Friend of a dear friend.
Clip, clop trotting all the way to Bagend.
Gandalf the Wizard, the Disturber, the Grey
With horse and cart he’s on his way.
Chat about past times, but keep secrets near.
Let off some fireworks,
The children they cheer.
Up to the path with the unwelcoming gate.
Arrives when he means to
(as he never is late!)
“Welcome, welcome!” sounds behind the round door.
Invitation replies piling high on the floor.
Hurriedly tidied by the friend loved so dear.
“Gandalf my friend…
