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.
Ambarussa
by: Laurelindorenan
I had a dream, little brother
A terror of the night
That when Father burned the swan-ships
In that fire dread and bright
You had crept aboard
To sleep over the waves
And that the flame-lit ocean
Was your grave.
I woke, by icy panic
Robbed of breath
But found you lay beside me, still
In sleep, not death.
Your face, a mask of quiet
That mine lacked
More peaceful than I’d seen
Since fire-words sealed our pact.
I was quick to Father’s oath
You took it slow
Slow to farewell our mother
Or to go.
And when the others left
We swore an oath
That death would take us
Neither one, or both.
Gone is the hope
I clung to when we came
I guess not what downfall
Our breath will claim
Though death will have its due
For our rash curse
We’ll breathe our last
Together, as our first.
~~ * ~~
Thèoden’s passing
by David McG.
As I lay here, body broken, bones shattered
I feel no pain.
I feel calm and strangely satisfied and at peace.
The soft grass comforts me as I feel the the presence of an old friend. Death.
Snowmane.
My most trusted of friends!
How far we have come to reach this, our moment of glory.
Will they remember how you smashed through spear and shield wall ?
Will they see how you never faltered or failed to rise to my demands?
Snowmane.
Broken now as am I and yet, in death, still my shield.
Tirelessly you rode through feared wood and plain to bear me here.
We broke the Haridrim ranks and took their Black Serpent banner.
My friend, my companion, my protector.
Èomer
Sister-son and blood of my blood.
I have led you to this place of death and destruction.
You have not faltered or strayed to the whispers of false allies as did I!
True and fearless you are, as befits a Lord of the Riddermark.
Èomer
Tall in the saddle you ride to lead the First Èored.
Fierce and proud you have honoured our Kin and fulfilled our pledges and oaths.
Kingly you are and King you will be, my beloved Sister-son.
Aragorn
Arisen we are, we riders of Théoden!
Fell deeds have been awoken to fire and slaughter.
Spear shaken and shield splintered,
A sword-day and a red day and the sun has risen!
Now at Gondor’s gate I lay here.
Aragorn
My eyes grow dim and Death stands over me.
I believe in you and kept faith with you, though you have yet to come.
But come you will, though we parted in doubt at the Dwimorberg were you sought the Dark Door.
Théodred
I see you there my son. Tall and proud and unscathed by the White Hand.
Yes I will willingly walk with you to the Golden Hall of Meduseld to join our fore fathers.
For I have killed the Black Serpent and regained my honour.
Thèodred
We go now in glory to join Bèma and Nahar in the everlasting hunt .
There we shall ride in the warm sun and oceans of green grass and forever watch over our people and lands.
I am ready now.
Èowyn
………………………Èowyn?
~~ * ~~
The Lay of King Brian
from the heart and hand of
Veracity O’M.
As Bilbo, so Brian
A man of comfort, conversation, and culinary interests
He would of frequent occasion gather to himself
those who were of like mind and likes
And on such times he told tales vere and feign
Tales of heroes, of maidens, of imps and animals
He sang oft of the fairy realm whence he journeyed
Many miles, many days, hardships and heartwarmings
Filled his time and his travel—of those he sang
To brothers, sisters, their children and his
And upon a magic fiddle he put forth his music
Music to conjour dreams, images fair and fantastic
Music to move the heart, well the eye, enchant the mind
Music, it is said, to coax animals of skills fantastic
To come close for conversation and company
Dragons, unicorns, pegacorns, and pegapigs
Hazirim that would dance and swoop in the heavens
And on the right note, would light close at hand
And listen, and look, and laugh
At his friends and at his tales
It (the fiddle!) has come to this humble brother of his
And from his hand it was set among the most valuable things
Found on earth or in heaven
Come if you would, and try your hand
And see if from the sky you could coax to your side
Dragons, unicorns, pegacorns and pegapigs
But, if you can, make sure you have tales fantastic to tell
As King Brian, whom we all miss so well.
~~ * ~~
A Legend from Times Forgotten
by: Quimey DA
Neither sword nor bow
Could tell the fate
Of those lands that
Where under moon, and under spell.
The brightest steel, of mighty spears
Could not undone, what had been made.
The kingdoms there, they felt the doom
And fear then, filled all their souls.
For It was made with malice great
The heart so dark, in turmoil burned.
The other one deceived and slain
His name preserved, beyond the times of mortal lands.
He looked for it, no rest no sleep
His army bound to the oath they took
To fear the One and to serve Him
Behind the walls, and towers dim.
It called him loud, He could not hear
But swift as wind, nine horses sped
To lands unknown, in quest for it
To look for him who stole the fire
And wields the wicked, almighty power.
~~ * ~~
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.
Continue reading “The Great Hall of Poets”
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.
Continue reading “The Great Hall of Poets”
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.
Continue reading “The Great Hall of Poets”
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.
Web of Deceit
by David McG
What is this place Samwise? Why has he led us here?
It smells of death, it reeks of fear
Oh why has he led us here?
The tunnels seem so vast Sam, and yet they’re closing in.
They stifle air and choke out light
Oh Sam. What’s this place we’re in?
That Gollum, Master Frodo. That sneaking, skulking thing!
He’s tricked us, as I knew he would.
He wants only the Ring!
The Black Gate was impossible, he wanted us too see.
To make us choose this awful path.
He tricked us, you and me!
Did you hear that Mister Frodo? Did you hear that rasping sound?
I fear that something hunts here.
In these tunnels underground.
Scuffle…..Stop…… Scuffle….Stop
I feel the danger closing.
Blast that filthy Smeagol!
That sneaking , skulking thing.
Quiet yourself now Samwise. We have to carry on.
The darkness is consuming me,
I fear I have not long.
The Ring is calling out Sam, to what I do not know?
But of one thing I am certain of,
It’s forward we must go!
I see it! Mister Frodo Sir, I see its gleaming eyes.
Shining in the darkness there
And us stuck here like flies!
It’s coming! Mr Frodo sir, it’s time to stand and fight.
But wait now Mr Frodo.
Don’t you have the Lady’s Light?
“Aiya Eärendil elenion ancalima!”
It’s blinded by the light Sam. Hear how it shrieks in pain!
Hold the light and steady your hand
Let’s hope it’s not in vain!
I’ll cut a way through these clinging webs that hold fast to our feet
Though I fear we’re caught already in strands
of Smeagol’s dark deceit!
Hurry on now Samwise, it’s time to chance our fate.
Quickly up this path now,
I pray it’s not too ………
~~ * ~~
Guardians of the Night
by: Emmitt T
They stand in the night as a guardian to the
cold traveller. Their pale faces shining
to light his path in the darkness. They guide him
home to the glowing hearth.
He sees his mother’s eyes ahead of him,
red from weeping at his departure
He remembered her words to him.
She told him of the guardians in the night
those that lead wayward travelers home, and
guard their paths throughout their wanderings.
The faces in the night lead him to a picturesque
cottage, flowers lay in neat beds, roses by the door.
Window boxes overflow in bursts of colour.
The moonlight gives the setting an ethereal look, as
smoke rises from the little chimney. He opens
the gate and walks the well-trodden path to the door.
He lifts the latch, listening to the creak
of the unoiled hinges. An old woman sits
knitting by the fire, head now gray, shoulders
bent with age. Her face now wrinkled still bears
the same smile of years long past.
She raises her head, tired eyes looking
at the bearded man standing in
her doorway. A faint smile spreads
across her lips, as she looks him over,
she sees in the man, the face of a son, long missing
from her home, but remaining in her memory.
The night guardians brought him safely home,
across many raging seas and over snowy
mountains, to the place of his birth. A small
cottage in the woods, protected by the
guardians of the night.
~~ * ~~
Merry and Theoden
by: Laurelindorenan
You shall be like a father to me
And you shall be as my son
For you have a courage few bother to see
And you are as grand as the sun
I’ll tell you my tales of a land far away
I will smile at your laughter and song
And long by my side, at my hand you will stay
And I will stay all the day long
And if into battle my fealty calls
You’ll be safe til the battle is won
At war even power and loyalty falls
But I cannot like cowards run!
Did I not give you my oath and my sword?
Your heart is unmatched by your size
To take you to war unprepared shames your lord
Staying’s equal a shame to my eyes!
Please, I don’t want to be parted like this
Our horses are swift; you know not how to ride
You must stay behind, great though your heart is
Could I not to some stirrup be tied?
My heart sorrows. My king, my liegelord, farewell!
I fear for that lad; no, I fear for us all
I could not bear it if he by me fell
I follow in secret; he won’t friendless fall
He is slain!– or near death– I leap to his side
Swordthain, like son: how came you at hand?
I’m not long from last sleep– no, do not cry!
My lord, I am sorry! I broke your command,
I wanted to help– I thought I could save–
As my child, I have loved you; at peace may you be
I forgive you; weep not, I know you were brave–
No!
So fall one like a father to me.
~~ * ~~
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.
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