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
~~ * ~~
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.
~~ * ~~
The Enemy!
by David McGlinchey
Far seeing,
(Without looking.)
Secrets hearing,
(Without listening.)
Far reaching,
(Without moving)
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.
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 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?
~~ * ~~
“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.
~~ * ~~
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.
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…
…….It’s so good that you’re here.”.
~~ * ~~
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.
It’s that time of year again! It’s Bilbo and Frodo’s birthday – the Autumn Equinox – which must mean New York ComicCon is just around the corner. Time for Ringers to assemble in the Big Apple!
We don’t have a booth at the convention this year, but we ARE hosting a party, with our good friends from Sideshow. It’s at Tir na Nog Times Square, 8pm on, Friday 4 October. Tickets are just $10 and include your first drink and a finger food buffet, plus entry to our fabulous raffle! It’s a great chance to gather with fellow fans, and enjoy a night to remember!
For full details and to buy tickets, click here. (Please use the code LYGSS19 to access the page, and then TORN19 to access tickets). Some of TheOneRing.net staff will be in attendance, and we hope YOU can join us! Tickets are selling fast – don’t delay!
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.
Never laugh at a live Dragon! (or Bilbo’s Song)
By D.McGlinchey
“It’s a chance for some adventure” said he.
“A chance to leave the Shire”.
Like the the Tooks of old, I could go forth bold
And throw my doilies on the fire!
Well I’ve always dreamed of adventure.
Of meeting Big Folk, Dwarf and Elf
Until one day I was on my way, leaving handkerchiefs on the shelf!
Out from the Hill, down over the bridge
With my rucksack on my back.
Adventure awaits through your garden gates
Just keep your feet upon the track.
“A Burglar Hobbit!” told he to them.
“He will get you what you need”
Then with an outraged hand I joined their band,
And signed the contract deed.
Well now off to the Misty Mountains far
Great treasures for to seek
Through Goblin, Troll and Spider lairs
That would make your knees grow weak.
Out from the Hill down over the bridge
With my rucksack on my back.
Adventure awaits through your garden gates
Just keep your feet upon the track.
“Interrupters of feasts!” he cried out loud
“Lead them from my hall”
Though he could not see an invisible me
Nor my shadow upon his wall.
Well down I went passed the sentry gate.
My colleagues for to find.
Now pack them down in barrels dark
That used to hold fine wine.
Out from the Hill down over the bridge
With my rucksack on my back.
Adventure awaits through your garden gates
Just keep your feet upon the track.
“Go in” said he “and don’t come back!”
“‘Til you find what I desire!”
But see could I with the naked eye
From the glow of Dragon fire.
Well thought I, with a heavy sigh, time to face the foe.
And find this shiny, glowing thing
From the caverns down below
Out from the Hill down over the bridge
With my rucksack on my back.
Adventure awaits through your garden gates
Just keep your feet upon the track.
“Thief in the shadows!” hissed he to I “Have you come back here for more?”
Wary was I for I’d seen his fierce eye.
Trying to see me as I crept from the door.
Well chatted did we and riddles spoke I, though thought my mind ‘He KNOWS!’
So with with a laugh I ran just as fast as I can.
But his flame burned my back and toes!
Out from the Hill down over the bridge
With my rucksack on my back.
Adventure awaits through your garden gates
Just keep your feet upon the track.
So listen well say I to you if rare adventure you do seek,
From the depths of caverns dim and dark,
To the heights of a mountains peak!
Wizards and Dwarves and Elven Kings may give you jewels and gold
But laugh in the face of a fierce Dragon Lord
and you’ll never get to be old!
Over the bridge and up to the Hill.
With my treasure on my back.
Adventure found, now I’m homeward bound
With my feet upon the track
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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.
