{"id":104996,"date":"2018-04-30T07:19:13","date_gmt":"2018-04-30T12:19:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=104996"},"modified":"2018-04-30T07:19:13","modified_gmt":"2018-04-30T12:19:13","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-56","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2018\/04\/30\/104996-the-great-hall-of-poets-56\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>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\u00a0Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n

So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!<\/span><\/p>\n

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to\u00a0poetry@theonering.net<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>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.<\/em><\/p>\n

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A Land Between Sea and Rivers<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: William D<\/em><\/p>\n

A land between sea and rivers
\nHills with no names were to be found
\nShe clad in gold, trees in silver
\nSinging and starlight were the sounds<\/p>\n

He saw her on a sunless day
\nSounds of joy dispelling despair
\nDeep enchantment took him away
\nDesire grew and filled the air<\/p>\n

Her flawless voice healing the world
\nShe looked for love from light that shone
\nThe whippoorwill could not be heard
\nand wind unfelt to him alone<\/p>\n

He was firstborn with power
\nHis heart was not found with the sea
\nHis realm would be without towers
\nAmong the wood this king would be<\/p>\n

Together they ruled among elves
\nA child like no other was born
\nA girdle kept peace to themselves
\nYet it would fail and she would morn<\/p>\n

Evil returned and men appeared
\nThe enemy marred land and water
\nGreat was his might and had no fear
\nNo more sons and no more daughters<\/p>\n

Trees were gone and globes sailed above
\nSeven sons swore an oath to kill
\nDoom only shaken with true love
\nThe Two Trees in the Silmarils<\/p>\n

Light of the Two Trees in those gems
\nFortress of Iron, Walls of Stone
\nKing of All wore the diadem
\nAn iron crown for him alone<\/p>\n

From mountains of woe and friendly snare
\nHe saw her on a moonless night
\nSound of music filled the fresh air
\nThere she weaved her dance in his sight<\/p>\n

Her shocked at her father’s bride price
\nA Silmaril given by hand
\nAid provided from a device
\nTo the throne room was his doomed plan<\/p>\n

She was firstborn with power
\nHer fate would not end over sea
\nSpells threw down high walls and towers
\nBrokenless her heirs with the trees<\/p>\n

Both feel to death and came to halls
\nHer song of love became great lore
\nReturn to life, but again death will call
\nLiving man would see them no more<\/p>\n

A land between sea and rivers
\nSon with a name isto be found
\nHer hair of gold, his of silver
\nSinging and laughter are the sounds<\/p>\n

Copyright 2018. All Rights Reserve.<\/h6>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

My Heart lies in the Shire<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: David McG<\/em><\/p>\n

My heart lies in the Shire<\/p>\n

The gentle rolling hills and lush woods under clear, warm skies.
\nTell tale plumes of smoke drifting lazily upwards from secluded little Hobbit holes,
\ndotted like colourful sequined buttons in a velvet cushion of green.
\nNo sight of a Lordly monument or Kingly spire.<\/p>\n

My heart lies in the Shire<\/p>\n

Gardens overflowing with an array of scents and colours.
\nLovingly tended by fussing little Hobbit’s
\nwho flit from rose to petunia like overly spoilt bees.
\nVegetables to honour the grandest of tables or humblest rabbit stew.
\nBeauty tenderly shaped from heath and brier.<\/p>\n

My heart lies in the Shire<\/p>\n

Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs,
\nChubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots.
\nGood folk, proud folk. Folk of the earth and the meadow.
\nLoyal in friendship and strong of will.
\nA deep lust for a life to which I aspire.<\/p>\n

My heart lies in the Shire<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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