{"id":90602,"date":"2014-06-28T03:59:22","date_gmt":"2014-06-28T08:59:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=90602"},"modified":"2014-06-28T03:59:22","modified_gmt":"2014-06-28T08:59:22","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2014\/06\/28\/90602-the-great-hall-of-poets-11\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"ThorinReading\"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<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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

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

<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

In Thanks to a King<\/h4>\n

By Cassie<\/em><\/p>\n

Adrift so long you came and turned the tide,
\nShowed me how to live again in life and not in dreams,
\nAlone I was and stifled from the world.
\nLost without a hope that I could flee from others schemes.<\/p>\n

Unwanted touch and words that made skin crawl,
\nWere all I had until you came and showed the glint of light.
\nNo fathers love nor mothers warm embrace.
\nAlone, none left to lead me, guide me, teach me how to fight.<\/p>\n

You shone a light where there was none before,
\nA beacon to my lost and fragile heart it drew me nigh.
\nI felt my spirit soar and call your name
\nFreed once more from golden cage to live and love and fly.<\/p>\n

But in my heart I think I always knew,
\nThat you were far to lofty for such earthly love as mine.
\nAnd when at last I had to let you go,
\nThe parting was so hard I felt the world stop for all time.<\/p>\n

So, Riding into battle seemed so be
\nthe only thing left to me in this land of broken dreams.
\nIf not my heart, my life I would you gift
\nTo help you in your fight against the dark lords cunning schemes.<\/p>\n

Yet even then you saved me from myself.
\nAs I lay dying shorn of hope you called me back from ‘mares
\nOf cloying shadows bearing down my soul.
\nYour voice rang through the darkness like an answer to my prayers,<\/p>\n

And in my healing you showed me the way.
\nTo find that life is more than just renown for glory’s sake
\nIn love could I be strong and whole once more
\nA shadow and a dream no longer now I am awake.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lothl\u00f3rien<\/h4>\n

By Elodrin<\/em><\/p>\n

Among the fairest forests cold,
\nWhere ever a sorrowful Elven-Maid
\nWalks under a golden shade.
\nLies L\u00f3rien the fair.<\/p>\n

With hair, golden and white,
\nUpon her fair forehead, a star shines bright.
\nWhile singing and dreaming of beautiful Valinor,
\nAnd the sound of the ocean waves\u2019 roar.<\/p>\n

The trees shine with brilliant light,
\nAnd branches together brush and twine.
\nThe grasses in the breezes sway.
\nThe bees in their flowery cradles lay.<\/p>\n

The Lord and Lady of the glades,
\nWaited upon with serving maids,
\nUpon their thrones both proud and fair,
\nLeave travellers free from pain and care.<\/p>\n

And in the midst of all the trees,
\nDrowned in flowers like the seas,
\nFills hearts with Joy and heals all ills,
\nLies Cerin Amroth: the greatest of hills.<\/p>\n

An Elven maid lifts up her voice,
\nSadly singing of her choice:
\n\u201cFarewell, my dearest Middle-earth,
\nThe world of my Lothl\u00f3rien\u2019s birth.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was never city born<\/h4>\n

By Kangi Ska<\/em><\/p>\n

I was never city born,
\nNor was I raised in steel and chrome;
\nI was a child of fields and fens
\nThat claimed the forest as my home.
\nMy best of friends were never tamed.
\nThe wild held our hearts
\nThough our innocence did pass at last
\nAs our lives drew life apart.
\nEach found a different way,
\nThrough the maze of doubts and fears,
\nTo build our isolated cells
\nAt the burning ends of blurring years.
\nStill I visit times with them
\nWhen I wake up late alone
\nWith pains in withered hands
\nAnd aches in ancient bones.
\nHow we danced the living sun,
\nHow we sang before the storm,
\nOnce we ruled the wilderness
\nFor none of us was city born.<\/p>\n

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

Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":82,"featured_media":86553,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[198,197,2207],"tags":[1788,2208],"class_list":["post-90602","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fans-creations","category-fans","category-poetry-fans-creations","tag-library","tag-the-great-hall-of-poets"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/ThorinReading-e1454044606619.jpg","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1tLoH-nzk","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90602","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/82"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90602"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90602\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90604,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90602\/revisions\/90604"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/86553"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90602"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90602"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90602"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}