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.
Ode to Elanor
By D.McGlinchey
Elanor, my star flower, my beautiful golden sun.
From lonely isles did your namesake travel to bring beauty and joy from afar.
Elf Child, though of Halfling kin, fair beauty of the Shire.
Your grace and wisdom outshines them all and your laughter a Dragon would halt.
Blessed with the grace of the Valar you glow.
Though hard was the road that led to your being,
I never faltered nor forsook the dreams I made.
I travelled there and back again to make true those distant dreams.
And I did.
With you Elanor.
My star flower.
My beautiful golden sun.
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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.
Hobbits, AWAKE!
by: David McGlinchey
AWAKE! FEAR! FIRE! FOES! AWAKE!
The Horn Cry of Buckland is waking the town.
Ruffians are come to trouble the Shire,
Banging on doors and breaking them down!
Frightening the Women folk, enslaving the Men
Stealing and looting again and again!
AWAKE! FEAR! FIRE! FOES! AWAKE!
The Shirriff’s are out at the sound of the cry
Gathering their forces with feather in cap.
Bounders from borders fleet footed they fly.
With the Horn Cry of Buckland sounding out clear and loud,
‘Hobbits of the Shire, time now to stand proud!’
AWAKE! FEAR! FIRE! FOES! AWAKE!
A High Knight of Gondor, sent by the King.
With an Esquire of Rohan, silver horn at his side
Empowering the Shire folk in this ‘Battle of the Ring’
The Wars they have ended with the Dark Lord’s defeat
Now this battle of Bywater will make victory complete.
AWAKE! FEAR! FIRE! FOES! AWAKE!
Sharkey the Boss man is not what he seems.
Destroying our homeland, blotting the land.
A shadow, a monster, invading our dreams!
He’s hiding at Bag End with his Ruffians in tow.
But the Hobbits are coming, he’s nowhere to go.
AWAKE! FEAR! FIRE! FOES! AWAKE!
Beware of this Sharkey, don’t be fooled by his voice.
As up to Bag End marched the friends.
“Come out from your lair.
Make amends, make a choice.
The Shire’s seen enough of war, trouble and fear.
Leave now with your Ruffians, you are not wanted here!”
Awake Hobbits. .
AWAKE!
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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.
Just deserts
By D. McGlinchey
You would have screamed in agony.
As did your victims .
You would have clawed off your skin.
As you did to so many.
You would have cursed at the fates.
As the helpless cursed you.
And you would have struck blindly out.
As all doomed victims do.
But here you all stand now.
Forever enshrined.
As hard as your hearts!
And as cold as your mind.
No more in the shadows, your terror to spread.
No more will folk fear you, and quake in their bed.
The dawn it has claimed you.
Forfeit to those claimed.
And the sun’s touch has sealed you,
With your fury now tamed.
Three hunters all trapped by the prey they had caught.
And your screaming and writhing has aided you naught!
This was your ending, the old tales were true,
When the dawn took you all, and made statues of you!
~ * ~
Pernicious Palantir
By: Crystal Dawson
Eyes affixed to the orbed glass,
Denethor kept scrolling as Sauron was trolling,
poisoning his mind and twisting his heart
with a herald so fantastic how could it be false?
The Dark lord reckoned an end for all men
that was as evil as it was inevitable.
Fear seeped through the steward’s bones
bending his will and back.
Hunched he remained wherever he sat
and his eyes were oft a glaze.
Deep were his musings, cavernous and bleak
until all ends ceased in bitter despair.
Had his thoughts delved wider, he may have rekindled hope,
from alliances afar but not unforgot.
“Flee flee for your lives” he vehemently declared,
draining all hearts who heard, of hope: For what is the use?
Accept your fate and die in whatever way seems best to you.
For no change will come, no hope with dawn.
Only fearsome foe surround.
Against such might who could stand up and fight?
Best to give up your plight and fly.
You fools that march are madder than I,
rallying to your kin, waving your torn banners on high.
No rival races will unite. No prodigal sons return.
I have seen your future, bleak it remains,
empty and void of all light.
No aid will appear from sea or sky;
you will die in battle this night
The fallen Maia rose in power with each hopeful light put out.
Further still the Shadow reached.
No great king could stop his advance.
What council could ally against his fearsome countless horde?
Atop his solitary tower
the flame licked slit narrowed with a gleam and glower,
renewed was its eternal blaze.
For what power was left in Middle earth
that could divert his piercing gaze.
Perhaps none…
but the power of one,
with one, with another and another,
bound in friendship, bonded in love, blind to hate and bold in fear.
Faith to see an age that can be united by love of the good in this world,
that is worth fighting for.
~ * ~
Untitled
By: darkkrose
I pray thee, Tulkas, lend me strength and guide my sword with sharpness,
My time has come to join the fray, I need my heart be dauntless.
Don’t let me tire, falter, fail, don’t let my courage dwindle,
If I’m about to give up hope, the flame of hope rekindle.
And if by chance the Waiting Halls would open wide before me,
Great Námo, Keeper of my fate, have pity and restore me.
Don’t let me dwell too long a time in solitude and sadness,
Allow me walk under the Sun and feel again its warmness.
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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.
Upon the Mossy Bank
By: Rebecca Ayers
A voice on the wind, so fair
Drifting in through the door
Evokes visions of rain in the air
Which moves the young scribe to his core
Dust stirs around his feet
As he explores the library’s stacks
He finds the source of the sound so sweet
A forgotten tome left open, marred by drops of wax
Clear water rushes over him in a flash
Submerging him in a shimmering pool
A white hand grips his collar, as he begins thrash
And hauls him back to land, where the moss beneath him is cool
Smiling down at him is a beautiful maid
Robed in a silken gown of deep, forest, green
Her golden hair is woven with flowers, held back in a braid
Her visage most wondrous to be seen
She greets the scribe with a voice soft as dew
And bids him welcome to her home
Inside sits a jolly man, in a tunic bright blue
Who pours them ale with fragrant foam
Adventure awaits the scribe in this land
Though his purpose is not yet said
By dawn he shall join a courageous band
To be trained in the ways of magic and languages long dead
The library is far away now
The dust and ink washed from his fingers
His hosts lead him to a comfortable bed beneath an evergreen bough
Outside, the beckoning song lingers
~ * ~
Lament for Lalaith
By: Eruthiawen Telcontar
When the ground was wet with dew
And Tilion began to flee;
When black of night gave way to blue
And Arien was once set free:
The lightest footsteps ever heard;
They rushèd past, and light they blurred.
When brightest was the noonday sun
And laughing ran the little stream;
When the morning’s light was done
And tired eyes slipped into dream:
Her heart was full, her face was bright
She laughed at each and every sight.
When dark was stream and pale was moon
And weary were the Edain;
When houses swelled with drowsy tune
And blessed sleep found those within:
With open ears she listened long
Her heart was filled with many a song.
Her arms were lithe and strong and free
With meadow-flow’rs she wove her hair;
An elven-maid she seemed to be
With radiant face so bright and fair:
Her spirit left and passèd on
From Dor-lómin she now is gone.
~ * ~
O Edain, Edain
By: Adam Waggener
Edain, Edain, Iluvatar’s second-born are come at last,
Our wondrous new kin have risen with the sun.
We Eldar welcome you here, in friendship we will hold fast,
As Arien’s fire rises high, and a new age has begun.
Edain, Edain, of much in the world you must learn,
Of lands, lore, craft, and tongue, we Eldar will show you much.
Ye seek honor and glory, after valor your hearts do yearn,
In time ye will rise to heights your own, with strength you will achieve such.
Edain, Edain, your lives pass by like gasps in time,
Like shooting stars of night, racing briefly to fade and die.
Yet brief they are, your lives brightly shine,
Bright as that golden sun lighting all the endless sky.
Edain, Edain, by Eru Iluvatar ye are blessed,
To guide thy kin’s own destiny, a freely chosen fate.
Hold fast to what is good, endure life’s every test,
That your strength and valor live on once you are beyond death’s gate.
Edain, Edain, Manwe rules from the sapphire sky,
Closest of all Ainur to Iluvatar, his judgment ever true.
His queen, Lady Varda, gave us the eternal stars on high,
Those purest silver lights, the first the Eldar ever knew.
Edain, Edain, Arda’s seas are Ulmo’s land,
Quiet springs and raging tides all answer to his deep voice.
Aule the Smith forges mighty works with his hands,
The father of dwarves shapes the earth, in forging wonders does he rejoice.
Edain, Edain, these strong trees and emerald leaves,
Come from Yavanna, Aule’s wife, all green things she keeps.
Mandos proclaims Arda’s dooms, heavy for all to receive,
And guides souls past ever-looming death, guides them to their sleep.
Edain, Edain, Lady Vaire ever weaves her threads,
Mandos’ wife tells Arda’s tale in a tapestry so grand.
Sad Nienna, Mandos’ sister, ever hang her somber head,
Weeping over Arda’s wounds, comforting the dead with gentle hand.
Edain, Edain, do you hear Orome’s resounding horn,
The Valar’s stalwart huntsman, all monsters his spear doth pierce.
I hear the hearty laugh of Tulkas, with hair as gold as the morn,
A warrior of unequaled might, and ever a friend so fierce.
Edain, Edain, your youth is not left to chance,
Lady Vana, Orome’s wife, deems precious every life tender and young.
Nessa, Tulkas’ wife, spins on in joyful dance,
Faster than the swiftest arrow from any bow ever strung.
Edain, Edain, be not haunted by evil dreams,
May master Lorien calm thy visions, in them may you see peace.
Este, his wife, heals all hurts, all wounds she redeems,
By her hand may all pain and long agony at last cease.
Edain, Edain, this pure world foul Morgoth has maimed,
The Dark Lord seeks to destroy and corrupt, with malice dark and cruel.
One day the Silmarils will be reclaimed,
The Valar will yet return and end dark Bauglir’s rule.
Edain, Edain, let us cherish our time as friends,
Before your life ends by age, illness, or blades of steel.
You face that death with courage, not frightened by that end,
Your doom cannot rob you of your vigor nor your zeal.
Edain, Edain, let your life shine ever bright,
Like that last fruit of Laurelin, that warm, intimate sun.
You will be missed my dear friend, as you go into that night,
May you journey on knowing your life’s battles are won.
Edain, Edain, as your years here near their end,
May light guide you to that great unknown, beyond Arda’s most distant shore.
In this farewell I will not despair, I hope we shall meet again,
In world remade, in Eru’s light, in the new West, forevermore.
~ * ~
The Fox of Dorthonion
by Hans Howk
It had not been deliberate,
the bumbling toward the demon’s trap;
the fox had left Dorthonion
and eastward made for Maglor’s Gap,
but peaks there were at forest edge
and finding not an easy way,
he steered him north and soon was lost
in foreign wood, the fox dismayed.
Long he searched the huddled pines
and cursed his nose for aiding not,
until at last the great trees broke
and padding quick the traveler thought,
‘The Pass of Aglon! Thank the stars!
And if I keep a steady course,
the Gap of Maglor there at last
and onward to great Gelion’s source!’
But fog like cobwebs hid the moon,
the fox held to a faulty path,
and blunted by a fool’s relief
he crossed into Dor Daedeloth.
Pitch was night in Angband’s realm,
the wayward traveler passing near,
and careful not to tumble stone
for if some wretched guard should hear
the shuffling of his nightly noise
and thought to check the placid plain,
the fox would surely come to know
the truth of tales of dread and pain.
Creeping through the browning grass
a sudden urge to lay him down,
to sleep a while and rest his bones
bethrust the fox upon the ground.
He lay in sleep an hour at most-
or was it several thousand years-
and did not feel the clutching claws
that lifted up his hide severe
and carried him for leagues on end,
up mountain roots and valleys grim,
and came at last to settle by
the gates of cold Thangorodrim.
The horrors impressed upon the fox
no story there is fit to tell.
He suffered long in fiery pits
and languished in the jails of hell,
until the rending was complete
and rising forth to take his place
among the fey sentries and ghosts
that haunt the marshes and the wastes.
And in Dorthonion they say,
when fog lays cool upon the pines,
and clouds enshroud the winter moon,
the fiend of Morgoth wanders nigh.
And stout hearts dread to hear his call,
the nightmare screams that ring therein
are echoes of that ancient song
that stalks the steps of Elves and Men.
~ * ~
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.
Don’t disturb the water
By D.McGlinchey
Don’t disturb the water, it is best to leave It be.
For I fear there’s something hid within its quiet serenity.
Don’t disturb the water, come away now we must go.
I know the calmness of the top can hide turbulence below.
Don’t disturb the water, something’s watching as we go.
Hasten now from the waters edge ere it drags us down below.
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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.
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.
~~ * ~~
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.
