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.
Son of Gondor
By Oakenshield
He dreams of white towers and days of old; For his city to return to glory. Brave is the soul of Boromir the Bold, With distant words does he share his story.
His soul is burdened and torn asunder, But he holds hope that he will make things right. When The One Ring’s power calls like thunder, His mortal heart nearly loses its fight.
At his friends’ peril, his goodness prevailed, But his body is pierced by arrow blades. He kept his honor, though he thought he failed His brothers move on, but Boromir fades.
He bids farewell to his Captain, his king, Rest, Son of Gondor, for hope did you bring.
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Beleriand
by: Eli R.
To north, to north there lay the land of dread Dungorthin, where all ways were dead In hill, in hills of shadow bleak and cold Beyond was deadly nightshades hold
To south, to south the wide earth unexplored To west, to west the ancient ocean roared To east, to east in peaks of blue were piled The mountains of the outer world
Unsailed and shoreless, wide and wild To east in peaks of blue were piled In silence folded, mist unfurled The mountains of the outer world
Beyond the tangled, woodland shade Thorn and thicket, grove and glade Whose brooding boughs of magic hung Were ancient when the world was young
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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.
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.
Gallantry
Joel D
Hark! ye lads of noble stock To lore of courage born on rock Hark, Oromë! Hark, Nahar! Praise the tale sung under Star A Firstborn of the Kindreds Three The son of tree and branch was he Worn by grief of Olórin slain, He heedless journeys on again Keen of eye and fleet of foot, The Elven prince leaps from his root Forth the Three Hunters! Yo ho!
Not the least among Durin’s folk, He tramps his boots o’er rill and rook, Striding twice for every step Of Man and Elf beside him, kept Watch at midnight, awake at dawn, Running, running, o’er hill and lawn, Never tiring, ever forward, Never yielding, ever onward, With iron will and heart of flesh, The Dwarvish lord ne’er stops to rest Forth the Three Hunters! Yo ho!
Come! O Wind, to speed their flight, Through endless day, through restless night Come, Elessar! Come, Andúril! Both Tree and Flower endureth still Now he holds his hand on high, Wielding sword and crying, Fly! With me cross stone and plain Our friends to find, our foes to gain! Long foretold, rugged, old, The King of Men came, strong and bold Forth the Three Hunters! Yo ho!
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To Break Men
by David McGlinchey
Long time forming, melding, churning. Long time planned from Melkor’s yearning. Long time whispered, chanted the curse From Sorcerer’s lips inscribed to verse. This time, my time, the time to end time This time, Saurons time, Time to cease, the White Tower chime Time for the Wolf’s head Time for my roar Time ends for Men when I smash down their door!
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The Dance of the Wind and Dust
By: Tom Frye
All we are is dust in the wind, is an understatement here in Nebraska. Because here, it’s the dust of a thousand back country roads, that keeps the landscape alive.
That same dust was kicked up by the buffalo and horses of the Plains Indians. That same dust found its way into the cabins of the first pioneers to tread the land.
It’s the dust of those country roads that mars and scars the old wood of the barns, farmhouses, and road signs. That dust paints a vivid picture of the distant past, the present day, and the oncoming future.
Particles of dusty DNA are carried far on strong winds. Those same winds once blew winter storms away, sent tornadoes howling and screaming across the prairie.
Wind and dust created a wild dance, like barroom betties kicking up their heels. It’s the wind and the dust that we endure out here in the sticks of Nebraska.
Because if we can survive that, we can survive anything.
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.
Olôrin’s leaving
By D. McGlinchey
Olórin he is and his name shall remain. In the West. In the North. In the South. Even to Eastward shall his name be enshrinedA Pilgrim A Wizard A Friend.
Great was the power he held in his hand Wise in his word In his action And deed The Flame of Udûn and The Light of Anor A Shadow A FlameRenewed
Farewell then Olórin as you board the white ship. Gulls call Water stills Friends sigh Olórin he is and his name shall remain. In the West. In the North. In the South.
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Treasures of the Road
by: Tom Frye
Jewels by the roadside. Gems in the stream. They glimmer and they glisten. They beckon and they scream,
“Come off your road, O Traveler, for in us you will find. Treasure for your pockets and peace to rule your mind.”
But once you’ve left the roadside, to find them and lost your way. The jewels will turn to stone, the gems will turn to clay.
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.
An escape
by D.McGlinchey
In a hole in the ground lived a Hobbit. In a house in a street lived a boy. In a book on the shelf lived adventure In adventure there lived so much joy.
In a world full of hardship and sorrow In a land far away there sprung hope In the pages lay truth and redemption And in this lay the means for to cope.
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Pipeweed
By Andrew Wittemann
As I breathe in that sweet, fragrant smell, I am reminded, as if, by a ringing bell, Of lovely lazy days in the shade by the porch, Where that hot summer sun shan’t my fair skin scorch.
Yet here I am, far far from home, And through the dry leaves of the two barrels comb, My fingers, feeling the familiar sensation, Of Old Toby – My what compensation!
Our journey has brought us to the brink of death, When always we thought, “Is this my last breath?” And now we sit – a barrel for you and for me, Smoking as happily as Hobbits can be.
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Princess of the Lavender Mist
In the fading light of day, she twirled her purple gown, rippled by soft winds, she cast aside her pine-tree crown.
As the stars came out, as the darkness fell, the princess of the fairyland, went dancing through the dell.
In deep dark waves of violet, through luminous lavender mist, she flew above the forest, searching for her prince to kiss.
Calling to the silver stars, singing to the full moon, her flight through the night was long, and morning would return soon.
So the princess left a message, formed of tears she’d cried, so that her wandering prince might read it, on his morning ride.
The princess returned to the hill, where she’d cast aside her crown, and back to sleep she went, wrapped up in her purple gown.
In morning light a dawning, her prince rode among the trees, indeed he read her message, glistening upon the leaves.
He waited until lavender, once more painted the sky. And after the sun had set, they danced long into the night.
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.
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.
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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.
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 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.
