Tolkien Related Poetry! (multiple mergers. HLG)

[sam*wise*gamgee]

Okay I think this will be cool, put down some Lord of the Rings poems you made up. Even if your not much of a writter just try and put a small Lord of the Rings poem down! (I'm not much of a writter myself, but I do think this will be fun!)

Frodo and Samwise set out to destroy the Ring
With hardly a single weapon, except for Sting
The journey was hard and long
But Hobbits are very sturdy and strong
The ring was cast into the fire
Then they set off back home to the Shire



This isn't very good, I am sure you Lord of the Ring fans can make up a better one. give it a try

hope you like it, and if you don't, Oh well.
sam*wise*gamgee

[Lossengondiel]

wonderful poem, but if you're looking for more check out the prancing pony; you'll find many wonderful poems there :)

[HLGStrider]

If I were a mod... and not simply the annoying person with the weighty post count and a lot of contacts... I'd move this thread to Prancing Pony... It's a good idea, Sammy. Welcome to the forum... I've posted this before, but it is the only worthwhile Tolkien Poem I've managed... see if you like it.

Aragorn and Arwen


He was a king without a throne,
She Elven princess fair.
He seemed doomed to walk alone,
But she was doomed to care.

With hope beneath the evening sky
They swore to a love so true,
For though it meant that she might die,
They knew what they must do.

She cast aside immortality.
He struggled towards his goal.
Their love seemed wrought in frailty,
But they were bound heart and soul.

He fought the evil darkness
And scorned its evil lord.
She waited until he'd gained success;
He fought with reforged sword.

When at last, his kingdom won,
Before sad good-byes were said
In the white tower, gleaming in sun,
The loyal pair was wed.

She became as human kind.
He was a great king of men.
Forever the Elvish kingdom pined.
She was never among them again.

[Lantarion]

Good idea, this thread, but if you don't mind I'd like to rename it "Middle-Earth Poetry", to discern it from the original "Poetry" thread. :)
Welcome to the forum, *wise*! ;)

[FREEDOM!]

Dude both of those are cool! but i can't write very good pomes.

[{Tanwathien}]

the lord of the rings has inspiered me
to beleve,think and dream like thee
if you no how to think like that to
here is what you should do
help others go the same way,
walk the same path,see the same day
but what you should do most of all
is beleve it yourself and dont let it fall


i made it up by myself in like 5 mins!
lol do u like it?

[Aglarthalion]

Hmm... there's quite a lot of typos and grammatical errors, and it definitely needs to be worked on, but for a 5 minute job that's not too bad at all. ;D

[Lantarion]

Ditto. But simplicity, that's nice. :) Welcome to the forum.
I always make up my poems on the spot too! Not necessarily a great idea, but that's just me. :)
By the way, the thread at the top of the 'Prancing Pony' forum called "Poetry" is a good place for aspiring poets to get acquainted with.

[Galan`Black]

haha for 5 minutes it isn't that bad
alot of grammer mistakes though, haha were you not looking at the screen and just pressed submit after?
lol, nice job anyways, welcome.

[faila]

Im not a very good poet but here goes

The journey was long
The fold simple
The journey was long
they set out with just dimples
on their face and a staff in thier hands
THe journey was long
they crosed many countries and many lands
The journey was long

They left their friends
the journey was long
they went around many bends
The journey was long
Their names were frodo and sam wise
Their journey was long
they were against and man evil and wise
Their journey was long

In the end they won
the journey was long
but worth it when it was done
the journey was long
for not only elves did they see
the journey was long
but whome the lived with elves be
the journey was long

Meh i couldnt think of anything that rhymed with long ecept for bong, and that didnt fit.

[HLGStrider]

Song? Wrong? Thong?

Hmmm... I give up!

[faila]

Originally posted by HLGStrider
Song? Wrong? Thong?

Hmmm... I give up! I remembered all of those once I was done...... oh well it was bad anyway.

[Dragon]

lol, that could be ttfs theme poem, or something...(like a theme song, but without a tune)

[sam*wise*gamgee]

Thankyou, fans, for supporting this thread! I really like the name change, Lantarion, thanks! Strong also rhyms with long, faila. (sorry I couldn't make your name bold I messed up) I really loved your poem HLGStrider, it was the best so far! I loved everone elses to, keep at 'em! So sorry for not putting this in the "Prancing Pony" in the first place guys, thanks to whoever moved it into the "Prancing Pony".

sam*wise*gamgee

Legolas

Legolas is master of the bow
With it he kills many a foe
His aim is very good
And he's clad in Elvish cloak and hood
His golden hair is very long
And his body is also quit strong
Legolas is master of the bow
With it he kills many a foe

P.S. not to good, but I really wanted to write a poem about Legolas. He's one of my favorite characters!:)

[Lantarion]

Rapid and fatal
His eyes sting with their brightness
Like a Swan's arched neck

Hihi, I've seldom written haiku's, and I've been told that a true haiku can only be written in Japanese or Chinese..
This is a sort of ode to the bow of Oromë.. Or maybe Legolas. :rolleyes:

[HLGStrider]

I don't think I have enough rhythm to write haiku...

Your second poem is much better, Sam... very good in fact.

[faila]

Originally posted by HLGStrider
I don't think I have enough rhythm to write haiku...

Your second poem is much better, Sam... very good in fact.
It is not had writting hiaku you just have to stop at the seventeenth syll.

Yea I was atloss when i wrote that poem, ill try another later.

[HLGStrider]

Does it have to be a certain amount of syllables per line? I can't remember... something like five in the first, seven in the second, five in the last?

Oh well.

I studied it and even memorized a few when I was younger (five). I only remember this one:

I must go begging for water. Morning glories have captured my well...

I can't remember how to break it up into lines. I just liked it... It had a name after it, but I forget what it was (it was in Chinese.).

[sam*wise*gamgee]

Thankyou for your compliment about my poem, HLGStrider, I'm glad you like it!

sam*wise*gamgee

[Beorn]

I could while away the hours
Conferring with the bowers,
Consulting with the thane.
And I'd be a dad of Thorin
Plus a King 'o 'th Folk o' Durin
If I only were a Dain.

I'd unbury every stone
Plus lend many a loan
For profit or for.............gain.
With the gold I'd be a-minin'
I could be grandly dinin'
If I only were a Dain.

Oh, I could tell you why
The gold is in the ground
I could dig up things I'd never dug before
And then I'd sit, and dig some more.

I would not be just an inklin'
Standing dumb and a-blinkin'
My heart all full of pain
I would laugh and I'd be merry
Life would be a dinglederry
If I only were a Dain!

So it needs a little bit of elbow grease and a shoehorn to fit in perfectly...but I like it :D

[HLGStrider]

You should've posted what you were paroding... It took me a minute (If I only had a Brain, right... that's the name of the song, not a question)... Here's a start of one, to the tune of American Pie

Bye bye this here Frodo guy
He took the ring to Morder, spit in Sauron's big eye...
He left the Shire, Sam kissed Rosie good-bye,
Singin' I hope that we don't die! Singin' I hope that we don't die...

I know someone can do better than that... so I await.

[faila]

a fork in the path to take
a decision to make
Do you choose death with the love your only one?
or do you choose life forever with love none.
Do you choose an immortal life
or do you choose to die by something other than a knife
The dicision is yours to make
the fork is your to take

Immortality with elves so fair
or one life with love do you dare
To suffer and die
but to love, but to have to say bye
Is the love with death
is it not just a worse death
to live without your love
to live without your love

to be continued...
Edit: I made a small change to it, Ill add more later.

[HLGStrider]

It needs music... Your sense of repetition is good, but it would be better with music... perhaps in a sort of refrain thing... Think... Music... Music... music...

[faila]

Originally posted by HLGStrider
It needs music... Your sense of repetition is good, but it would be better with music... perhaps in a sort of refrain thing... Think... Music... Music... music...
you use elipses alot. Ill record myself singing it and give a link to the wav file. Yea right. I cant sing. Thanxs for complementing my sense of repitition.

[HLGStrider]

I use them because the accent the breakneck slightly insane way I communicate... and the fact that I don't end sentences... I just put the dot dot dot and continue... continue a little later... as if I start to fade off... but then come to life again...

[Lady_of_Gondor]

Here is a poem I wrote a while back when trying to express my love for this great story. Tell me what you think!

In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
and darkness engulfs the land
I lose myself in the curious tale
of the Hobbits from Bag End.

I need not worry about every day life,
When I'm lost in the tale of the ring.
For, Gandalf will wisk me off on Shadowfax
and together we will sing.

And the Lady Galadriel will comfort me
in the Fair Lothlorièn.
Her beauty surpasses that of any woman
there is or ever has been.

For all the evil that Mordor hosts,
the elven queen doth repeal.
And no man, dwarf, elf, or any creature
can resist her timeless appeal.

The evil creatures that roam Middle Earth
intrigue my curious mind.
To live in such a fantasy
would be heaven of the greatest kind.

The servants of Sauron are lowly indeed.
None more so than the Nazgùl on wings.
And the orcs and goblins are just as terrible
in the tale of The Lord of the Rings.

In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
and darkness engulfs the land.
I lose myself in the curious tale
of the hobbits from bag end.


Any comments and/or constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks!

[sam*wise*gamgee]

all of your poems are really great!


Frodo and Sam left the Shire
To throw the ring into fire
Pippin and Merry left too
And mighty works they did do
Long they took to finish the work
To kill every evil thing that did lurk

well I couldn't really finish it I will try to later.

bye,
sam*wise*gamgee

[nnk^mri]

hey!! thats a really good poem, i especially like the way you used the *in the land of mordor where the shadows lie...* great work :)

[Lantarion]

Very nice, very expressive. In places the rhyming seems a bit too simple or forced, but otherwise it's great! :)
Welcome to the forums, Lady_Of_Gondor! I urge you to visit the 'Poetry' thread at the top of this forum, as well as the 'Middle-earth Poetry' thread. Have phun! :)

[HLGStrider]

It would fit meter better without the And... Take out the and.

[Hobbit-GalRosie]

One of the best poems I've seen on this forum, though I must agree with Lantarion about the rhyming, and perhaps also the meter seems a bit forced...You kind of get caught in a funny bouncy rhythm if you don't vary the timing slightly now and then, or so it has seemed to me. But in many of my own poems I don't follow my own advice on that, so maybe I should just shut up, huh?

Anyway, it is a very nice poem, and captures a hint of that wonderful whimsical feeling we all have when we read the greatest tale of all time. Oh, and I also agree that it was delightfully clever to work in the line "In the land or Mordor where the shadows lie."

[Lantarion]

Yes, 'delightful'. ;)

There's just one part that actually bothers me:
Originally posted by Lady_Of_Gondor
And the Lady Galadriel will comfort me
in the Fair Lothlorièn.
Her beauty surpasses that of any woman
there is or ever has been.
I noticed you have an ABAB-scheme going, but in this case it doesn't work at all. The ending of "Lothlórien" is like the end of the word "when".
:)

[faila]

This is the continued elf/mortal poem

Your elven father pleading with you do not die
your love pleading you not to say good bye
Is life worth living without love
Is death worth dying with love
THose who have life sometime wish to die
and those want life who have to die


more later........... if i ever get around to it.

[munchkin]

That is a GREAT poem!!!!! I wish I could write something like that...

[klugiglugus]

Very nice.:)

[Elf Goddess]

it's good for do it in 5 min:cool:

[33Peregrin]

I think it's excellent! I loved it. I kind of agree, some of the rythym is a little off, but it was very good.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:) :D :) :D :) :D :)

[Lady_of_Gondor]

I try not to bog myself down with making every rhyme perfect. Sometimes a thought or a word dont exactly fit. But to omit something you consider a crucial part because it isnt a perfect rhyme is in my opinion a bit foolish. Oh well. Thanks for the wonderful comments. I love everyone here at TTF.

[33Peregrin]

Yeah, I loved it. No matter about anything slightly amiss with the rythym, it sounds truly incredible!!! Good job!!!!:)

[FoolOfATook]

A work in progress.

The Saga of Armanir in the East

His silvery sword was sharp and strong
Blue it glowed when Orcs were near
Many a foe did taste its wrath
And countless more had it taught fear

He carried this blade in Eastern lands
Where violent sun hammered the plain
Where savage men forged curved knifes
Their hearts as cruel as the terrain

Bandits and thieves these savage men
Killing to live, living to kill
Haradrim they were called in the West
Pagan warriors not without skill

Long had these Easterlings laid watch
On noble Umbar, jewel on the sea
Western city in Eastern land
Unknowing prey of vile piracy

Armanir could still feel the flames
From when he watched fair Umbar burn
On father's grave, by Valar's name
He swore the West's revenge in turn

All but alone brave Armanir
Undertook his quest for vengeance great
With just one friend, noble Feridur
The Ranger set out to quench his hate

For many years had Feridur
In cloaked disguise rode Eastern Steed
But he now retook his family's name
And Western blade from his pack he freed

Two heroes left from Umbar's grave
To find and kill the Eastern Lords
Who had concieved of Umbar's rape
And earned the wrath of Gondor's swords

The council who had planned the sack
The Order of the Curved Blade
Twelve Eastern Men, of hearts coal black
Who executed murderous raid

Two hundred leagues from Umbar's coast
In depraved city of Pasthran dwelled
These infamous villans, now marked for death
Whose fates now only dark tiding held

On Eastern mounts the two set out
Southwest from the ashes not yet gray
Smoldering like the rage in their hearts
That would burn until debt's repay

They wore not cloaks from Eastern looms
They cared not if they were espied
As Western Men wielding Western blades
Too full of wrath to care to hide.

There's more, but I'm curious as to how the critics here will react.
A couple of notes- I know that Umbar was never sacked and burned as I described, so don't mention that to me. Also, I know that the meter is a bit off at times.

[balrog]

very good poem!

[Liat_ravensong]

That's really good i can't see anything wrong with it though i'm probably not the most critical of judges.
(that's not ment to be offensive though it sounds it, it really is amazing....must have taken AGES!)
:D

[Emowyn]

This is a poem I wrote for an rpg. It's about...well...let's see if you can guess and tell me what you think :)

Long before the time of now,
Beyond the lands of Rhun.
A fair race grew beneath the trees,
Under the stars and Moon.

But woe is never far from sight,
And a sorrow soon was dawning.
So on the death of their Elven Lord,
This race went into morning.

Yet in the west a new star rose,
The darkened sleep was broken.
For over mountains and under woods,
The Elves recived a token.

A maid was born in Mirkwood Halls,
As the Elder ones had said.
Her hair was that of pale light,
And so was named the Blessed.

And so from darkness, deepend sorrow,
Now understand the light.
Fair child of Elves grew to a maid,
And was a lovely sight.

For half an age the Elesselde rode,
maybe less or more.
Apon the lands of Middle-Earth,
And round the Western shore.

Though as a Ranger she has dwelt,
Learnt fighting to an art.
The truth about the Blessed Elf,
Still lives within her heart.

[sauronbill]

Tell me what do you think of this poem:

THE ADEPT

"I have walked the paths; the shadowed roads
that led to terror's breast. I have plumbed the depths of
Hatred's womb and scaled Destruction's crest.


For every secret left unvelled, for every power learned,
I'd sell the remmants of my soul, regardless how it burned.
And still I sought a higher wisdom few could have attained.
Though I found it, it would leave me-broken, damned and
drained.


For now I find this power gained is more unto a curse.
My spirit burns with every spell and each irreverent verse.
Despite this strength and knowledge earned,
I have paid a heavy toll.
Never should've traded power for my own inmortal soul."


Hey, who is the girl in the picture?.......

[Anira the Elf]

i don't know about anyone else, but I like it. ya! who isthe girl in the picture??:confused:

heres one of my earlier poems( ok. 4 or 5 months ago) i wrote it in the middle of Math class when i was suppost to be doing my Home work

Waiting

I sit there just waiting
for something to happen.
For the world to stop turning
or the people to die out.

Through winter and fall;
spring and summer,
I sit there just witing for something to happen.

I pull myself through life.
Every minute, hour, day, as
I sit therea nd wait for something ot happen.

When the day finally comes,
and I am dne waiting,
I enjoy the moment, then
sit again and wait for
something ot happen again.

*not very good in my oppinion but i am criticizing my own work. here is one of my favorites.*

Sea Lullaby
By: Elinor Wylie

The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With the color of blood,

A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathing of silk,

The sea creeps up to pillage,
She leaps on her prey;
A child of the village
Was murdered today.

She came up to meet him
In a smooth golden cloak,
She choked him and beat him
To death for a joke.

Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy,
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy.

Now in silence she lingers
Beside him all night,
To wash her long fingers
In silvery light.

[Emowyn]

Wowo they're both amamzing and the pic is just one I found on the net but I though it fitted with the poem ;)

[Anira the Elf]

it does very much so. any other poems anyone wants to share??i have one my best friend wrote.it's very depressing though.

At age 13

The stars shine bright
there is no moon
the creatures all stir
fro the sun will shine soon.

But hours pass
It's now 8 o'clock
the sun is not up
and the birds refuse to flock.

The clouds move away
now the moon shines bright
the creatures all sleep
In the dead in night

But one is still awake
staring at the moon
Waiting for the heavens
for her time is soon

She's only a child
at the age of thirteen
But before she leaves
I'll tell you what she's seen

It was the time of 2002
a dangerous time of year
and a war broke out
Offa peir

She lost her mother
on an unknown land
Her mother was killed
by her daughter's own hand

It was by accident
This I do know
She tried to shoot the robber
But aimed too low

she can no longer live
with this curse
But before she leaves
She must say something first

"I'm sorry for what I've done
please find it in your heart to forgive
But know i must join her
I can no longer live.

But please know this
I loved you all
do not be sad
and do not fall.

Now I must leave
It's time to go
I can no longer stay
I am everyones fo."

Everything is black
There is no moon
The creatures all stir
and her death was too soon.

*quite, quite depressing. but it's just her style. alone with always writing in 4 line stanza's.*

[FoolOfATook]

Thank you for your kind words. If you want to read more of the story as it progresses, check out the Hall of Creative Endeavours in the Guild Of Tolkienology.

[cab345]

I'm a starting writer of poetry, and i'm not from england, so don't pay attention to the spelling plz ;)

“Story of Laketown”

“A creaure terrible and strong,
known as Smaug, fiercest of dragons.
Now laying siege on laketown,
burning many houses and wagons.”

“Smaug laid in a lair for ages,
his many riches drove in his front flesh and bone.
And with help of his immense weight,
it created an armor, harder than stone.”

“In this way he rested for a long time,
laying on his bed of gold.
Finally awoken by dwarfs,
who are miners and warriors of old.”

“When those dwarfs awoke him,
he was blinded by rage.
Flying towards laketown.
before he put the risks on the wage.”

Then a man stood up from the crowd,
he was an archer with sharp sight and hearing.
Seeking for a weakness,
and while he did, a hero came to being.

He gave the people courage,
to defeat the dragon, even though the costs were high.
Then Bard the archer found a flaw,
drew his bow, and the crowd full of hope, watched his arrow fly.

Smaug was hit in his hearth,
the only place witch wasn’t gold.
Their archer now was a true hero,
and when they speak of him, they call him “bard the bold”

please tell me what you think, I just wrote it...

[goldmare]

Pretty good. But I believe the correct term for stanza 2 is "Smaug lay," not "Smaug laid." It sounds like he's laying eggs. (That's grammer, not spelling, so ha!) *grins and winks*

[Angoreth]

I like it very well done.

[33Peregrin]

I thought it was good, really enjoyable to read. Nice job!:)

[Evenstar373]

I stink at potetry i think that it was great!!!:D :cool: :p :D :D

[legolasismine]

Legolas

I wandered once through leaves of green,
Slipped past silent, ancient trees.
The branches o'er made a shaded screen,
Silken flowers, hum of bees.
I found you there, quiet and still.
Lying, sleeping near the stream.
Peaceful face, eyes were closed.
Skin so soft, pale as cream.
I didn't dare disturb your sleep,
So I waited, quiet sighs.
Admired your form, so tall and strong,
Dreaming of your azure eyes.
My Elven Prince what do you see?
In your dreams that you keep.
No longer love, can I wait-
So I rouse you from your sleep.
Kneeling down, I can't believe...
It's really you.
I hear you breathe.
Soft and sweet, your lips I kiss.
A lifetime waiting...
Just for this.
You wake and look right at me
Tell me now,
What do you see?
Those Elvish eyes, deep and blue.
Take my heart,
Fair and true.
Your hands reach out, your lips they smile.
You caress my hair,
And all the while..
That Elven tongue, sounds so sweet
I hear you whisper
Our lips, they meet.
Lying we two, in a meadow fair.
Love on the breeze..
He kissed me there.
The sun, she fell behind the clouds,
Stars gave their twinkly glow.
You held me close, in your arms
Told me of your Elven bow.
Spoke to me of wars gone by.
Battles fought by dwarves and men,
How the injustice made you cry,
Of all the ages that had been.
Then came a hush, and all stood still
You held my face in your hands.
You swore to me eternal love,
Vowed your heart, you rose to stand.
One promise now you gave to me,
Eternal, faithful..
Your one I'd be.
So when you sail to those foreign shores,
Elven boats to chase the tide,
Let me be there, fairest one,
Always, love, by your side.
There to meet the years that pass,
That leave no trace on you or me,
First, forever and the last,
Forever love, that's what we'll be.

I wrote it pretty quick though

[legolasismine]

No likes it humfp oh well

[Lantarion]

I think it's excellent!
A bit long perhaps, and rather sappy in places ;) but it's very good.

[legolasismine]

I know its a little long but when I get insperation I go with it,and yeah it is sappy but I like sappy poems,and thanks.

[CelebrianTiwele]

Wow, that's good. I suck at writing poems (lol) and I love Legolas!

[Ol'gaffer]

It's actually very good! Keep it up.

[legolasismine]

Thank you,but now I want to write another one but I can think aswell as I could before

[Dimatron]

This is a poem i wrote about forest elves...



Forest Dwellers

When the gentil wind blows through the trees
making the willow leaves sway,
time stays still to hear the music
the Forest has to play.

In the shady Forest,the Elven dwell
where cool and fragrent is the air
with voices clear like morning dew
and faces solemn but fair.

Under the ancient green roof ,the Forest Dwealers
play majestic music and dance
the breeze in the dark leaves wispers words
and puts them in a trance.

In the Elven Forest
the Forest Children dwell
whos music echo through the trees
and puts all under spell.

What else must happen deep in the Forest at night
when none are there to see it ?

[Dimatron]

another poem i wrote.
It WAS based on the battle of the black gate but dew to legal resons i didnt atually name the soldiers , the place ect

The soldier is a man of Gondor




The Soldier

A silent soldier sits afar with his face buried in his hands
He has sunk deep into thought , of battles in distant lands.
-

He thinks of things that he has done , of the price he had to pay
Of lives hes taken with his sword to see the light of a new day
-
As the grasp of death , slowly grips
Everything he see’s
His tears fall with mournfull drips
Upon the fallen leaves

But the leaves out-number
The bodies of his friends
And he and few are left to lumber
To any rightious end

But what if this soldier is doomed to die
What if that end is his fate ?
What if his last sight is a fire-schorched sky
And his last feeling hate ?

Then he will fight with all his might
Trying not to fear death
Until he views his final sight
And draws his final breath

The war goes on all through the night
And victory is near
At dawn his flag is in clear sight
And he sheads a single tear

A wounded soldier lies afar , and hears victorious cries
But its to late , he grasps his heart and silently he dies.

[Dimatron]

Question:
I have written many poems and most have been inspired by TLOTR.

Am i allowed to use LOTR names,places ect?
Or will i get into trouble

Also where can i get a cool moving pic?!

[legolasismine]

Its an avatar and you can get one when you reach 100 posts then you go into your user options and put your avatar in there,but when you reach 100 I suggest you try *Lady Arwen* she made mine!

Oh and If you ever made a poem about lotr people I think they wouldn't sue you but they would have to check the books to make sure you didn't steal it.

[Dimatron]

I always thought Tolkien should have at least devoted a page to the wedding of Aragorn and Arwen. (Or should i say King Elessar and Lady Undomiel?)
Any way this is a poem i wrote about it...




Aniron (I desire)

The King of Gondor Elessar
In the White city of Kings
Was wed to his love Undómiel
and joy and peace she brings

Elrond’s daughter Arwen
the fairest Lady under the sun
had been dwelling in Middle Earth
since the third age begun

The Lost King,Lord Aragorn
had fought battles in distant lands
By his waste the Sword Reforged
of a healer were his hands

King Elessar of Minas Tirith
when Midsummer fell
kneeling before his beautiful bride
said “Aniron Undómiel”

The Elven Lady Undómiel
who carries the name of the Evenstar
Despite her immortal Body and Soul
said “Aniron Elessar”

With the undieing love they shared
there hearts and souls were bound
The same love they shared an age ago
before Elessar was crowned



Opinions??

[Farin]

*applauses* That was really good:D I agree, I would've liked to have read more about Aragorn and Arwen's wedding.

[HLGStrider]

Very dramatic. . . and very good.

[7doubles]

good work.:p

[Ithilin]

wOW, that was great=)
keep it up...

[Ithilin]

actually he did write a story about Arwen and Aragorn..in the Appendixes atleast.
Not about there wedding but how they met and what happended to Arwen in the end..

[Dimatron]

Thanks people!
I will try to make more L.O.T.R poems. Have you checked out Aniron?

[Lantarion]

Very nice! :)
Wasn't Aniron the name of Enya's song, featured in the movie + soundtrack? But it fits nicely..
Ooh, speaking of Enya-Tolkien subjects, I can't get the two lines in one of her LotR-songs out of my mind! Wonderful Quenya (although veryveryvery slightly mispronounced ;)):

Mornië utúlië
and
Mornië alantië

Which mean 'Darkness has come' and 'Darkness has fallen'.

[Ithilin]

too bad she wasn't in Two Towers though:(...

[e.Blackstar]

Nice poem. A little sappy, as so eloquently stated by the illustrius Lantarion, but good.

[sepdet]

A jewel in my hand


I can see past
All your horizons
But I cannot see
Where you've gone.

I can outrun
Your mortal years
But I never wished
To leave you behind.

Seven hundred autumns
Seven hundred springs
There were before
I met the son of kings.

At your summons
I left my own kind
And took the road
Into the west.

In the words of my people
You called me gwador
In the words of your people
I called you friend.

I would have followed you
To the White City
I would have followed you
To the Black Gate.

Now I stand still
And my eyes see nothing
But a silver jewel
Cupped in my hand.

So far we've travelled
So far we've hunted
But you've gone the one place
I cannot go.






Click here for illustration (http://sepdet.istad.org/art/legangst.jpg)

[Ledreanne313]

That is beautiful. Are you speaking of Arwen or Luithen *Spelling?*?

Anne

[sepdet]

I'm not telling.
Click on the illustration's link to find out. :)


(oops. I fixed the link; it should work now!)

[Lantarion]

Wow, fantabulous poem! Really excellent! :eek:
Um, is the figure in the illustration Legolas?

[Ledreanne313]

Oh. I see. I pictured it as a love poem, but now that I think about it, it works fine. Great Job!

[syongstar]

Galadriel and Finarfin did not take the vow,
that the others did for revenge.
They focus on the here and now,
and on that they won't give in.
Seeking wisdom,sharing healing,
sometimes singing songs of sorrow,
that others were so focused on the anger they were feeling,
they gave up all there tomorrows.

[FoolOfATook]

Not bad at all. You should capitalize Finarfin, and you might want to spend some more time on the "revenge/in" non-rhyme. But overall, definitely a promising piece of posey. :D ;)

[Zale]

Shouldn't be there tomorrows, but their tomorrows. Sorry to nitpick, but it's otherwise very good. :)

[Dimatron]

This is another Tolkien-related poem i wrote.
It came to me when i read the chapter "Cirith Ungol" from return of the king. I really felt sorry for Sam then so thats why i wrote it.
It contains some of tolkiens work, but im sure thats ok....


Master Samwise

He was alone.
Deafend by silence.
Hidden by darkness.
There he was,all alone.

His sword was glowing and ready.
His quest he must start.
The Ring was getting heavy
but not as heavy as his heart.

He was desperate to find
his companion and friend,
for he had made up his mind
to follow him to the end.

He believes he wont cope.
His thoughts were flooded with doubt,
for his little flame of hope
had finnaly been blown out.

His back could take no more.
His tired legs could not hold him.
He slowly sank to the floor,
And a dark voice then told him...

“Why does thou fight?”
“It is all in vain”
“Give in to the night”
“and put a stop to the pain”

But suddenly into his mind,
A nobel song of Lorien came.
An ancient song of Elven Kind
Though forgotten is its name.

“Though here at journey's end I lie”
“In darkness buried deep”
“beyond all towers strong and high”
“beyond all mountains steep”

“above all shadows rides the Sun”
“and Stars forever dwell:”
“I will not say the Day is done”
“nor bid the Stars farewell”

He did not bid the stars farewell.
Nor say the day is done
He wanted to break this evil spell.
And he wanted to see the sun

New strength in him suddenly rose.
His heart started beating faster .
His confidence and spirit rose
And he ran off to find his master...

[syongstar]

zale,I went to change the spelling and thought about a "freudian slip" as if deep in my mind I knows we do not own tomorrows

[FoolOfATook]

zale,I went to change the spelling and thought about a "freudian slip" as if deep in my mind I knows we do not own tomorrows

Now that's a very interesting idea- cool. :D

[HLGStrider]

Elgee aplauds. . .

Deafend by silence.

This confuses me a bit, but it is interesting.

[Dimatron]

Only one reply?
This poem must be so lame.
I wish i was dead...

[HLGStrider]

Don't give up. . . most poem threads get limited response, from what I've seen. A lot of people don't notice them or don't have time to read and reply.

[Lantarion]

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with "Master Samwise"! :D
I really liked the rhyming, it was very flowing; in a few places it didn't work quite as well, but basically excellent choice of words. And they didn't mix up the theme of the poem, which can easily happen if you concentrate on only finding suitable rhymes.. Great poem, all in all! *applaudeo*

And I though that the "Deafened by silence" part was pretty cool, sort of paradoxical. :cool:

[Ol'gaffer]

Very David Lynch..:p

[Dimatron]

Few!!!!
So glad its ok...
by the way gaffer who is david lynch?

[Lantarion]

Crazy, grim, excellent movie director.
Ha, who am I to say such things, I've only seen 'Mulholland Drive' once..

[syongstar]

With the wand we circle round,call the quarters,up,down,with Divine on the mind hold a peice of the flow called time.

Star of power burning so bright,bless this moment with your strong might

Hand-n-hand we make a stand,the power grows and starts to flow

Heal Earth and it's life,heal the ozone,heal our soul to forever go on.

understanding,wisdom,inspiration!

SO BE IT !!!
~~*~~

[Lady Aragorn]

there was once a hobbit named Merry
his feet were all big and hairy

he ate breakfast twice
but always looked nice

he took service of a king
to help destroy a ring

killed a balrog
then saw the fog

becomes master of buckland
he is so grand

he is meriadoc brandybuck
he has such luck

[Lantarion]

Hmm.. It's very basic, in fact a little too simple. It does tell the points very concisely and to-the-point, but it seems like your rhymes are forced; i.e. you only created the lines to fit the rhyme scheme..
But with some work it could be even better. :)

[sepdet]

I laiss i-ferin thuiar
I 'wilith lim echui aur.
I mrethil peliar duiw laiss
Af filig linnol der' ennas.
Vi Ithilien, dôr lenthir lind
Gorain nesta velethril nín.

Translation:
The leaves of the beeches breathe
The sparkling air of day's awakening.
The birches spread the buds of leaves
For the small singing birds to linger there.
In Ithilien, land of the tuneful waterfalls
Wandering-together heals my beloved.

Music: click here to hear it (http://www.istad.org/tolkien/inIthilien.aiff)

[Ledreanne313]

Funny

There once was a hobbit named Ruby
And her tallness is quite easy to see
She could reach up high to get Big Man's pie
Then she would sit down and share it with me

Anne

[e.Blackstar]

V.cool. me likey

[Dimatron]

Hi fellow poets...
This is how i thought tolkien thought of Middle Earth...
PLEASE tell me what you think...

Tolkiens Dream
He closed his eyes and dreamt of an earth.
A world of fantasy he saw.
He sat in silence and dreamt of its birth,
then started to explore.

He saw mountains dark and steep,
forests mysterious and old.
Endless mines hidden deep,
willderness harsh and cold.

He saw enchanted forests as old as time.
Armies huge and strong.
Realms and Kingdoms in their prime.
Rivers short and long.

He heared soldiers shout in pain.
He heared victorious crys.
He heared the Ents sing at the rain.
He heared the Dragons song in the skies.

In his vivid dream of this magical place,
He saw Golden Halls and Towers.
Tombs of kings of mythical race,
covered with small white flowers.

He saw soldiers fight and fall.
In honour they met their death.
He saw kings,proud and tall,
draw their final breath.

In the trees of Lorien a City he saw,
where the Elven make their Halls.
Elves dwelling in absence of war,
until the worlds sky falls.

The music of the Elves he heared.
Its beauty shoothed his mind.
Like the song of a majestic bird,
are the songs of Elven kind.

He saw a Ring...
He saw a Ring of evil power,soon to be unleashed.
He saw the One Ring of awesome power, darkness in the East.

[Marah Seph]

well well my friend, I like it much I do. But you know what I think? I think Tolkien built a world he would much rather live in, but one very close to our own. But maybe that's just ramblings of a silly little girl.

[Marah Seph]

I liked this poem.. but since Sam is my favorite Hobbit... I might just be biased! lol no really it was good. And as Lantarion said, you can confuse poems easily by just going for rhymes. You have to patient with poem threads... it takes a while for some of us to see them, or to be interested! Keep it up though!

[syongstar]

I Love the part about elfland!!!!

[syongstar]

If the soul contains
time and space
anchoured in the eturnal present,
then life is a great mystery,
yet just as midnight contains
remanants of the past day,
and seeds of the morrow,
then todays tangled web of horror,
also contains home,heaven,divine energy,
elfland,fairyland,lothlorien......
and that feels me so full of love made clear,
it's like a lazer pouring forth from my pointed ears.~~*~~

[Estrella]

if the world were upside down,
then the ceiling would be the ground
all things high would be low
and all things dull would glow.
if happy were sad, then saddness would be bliss
and while pondering my thoughts, i've realized this:
the flow of space and could change in a wink,
Blessed are those that can flow with a kink!

[Helcaraxë]

Yes, that was a very accurate representation of Tolkien's dream. And it was a great poem on its own.

[reem]

helloe everybody. i was reading some poetry the other day when i chanced upon Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" and i dawned upon me that it would be a really nice if we changed it to sound like what Frodo would have wrote if he was the poet!
here's the original poem:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry i could not travel both,
and be one traveler long i stood
and looked down one as far as i could
to where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair
and having perhaps the better claim,
because it was grassy and wanted wear,
though as for that, the passing there
had worn really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no step had trodden black.
So i kept the first for another day,
yet knowing how way leads on to way
i doubted if i should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence;
two roads diverged in a wood and i,
i took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.


i wrote this from memory so it might have some mistakes here and there. but i think it's pretty much right.
reem

[Lantarion]

That is one of my favourite poems. I came across it on my own, but we analyzed it thoroughly in English class. It's an excellent piece of poetry.
Well, in a way you may be right that it echoes Frodo's exploits.. But the only choice I see Frodo making throughout the book is the foght against the lure of the Ring. It might be difficult to convert such subconscious struggles into poetry, let alone poetry that is redefined.
:)

[reem]

perhap it is so, but i was thinking more on the lines of his choice (because i believe he did have a choice) of choosing between leaving the Ring in the hands of the Council, or taking it. Both roads would lead to vastly different paths. i just thought it would be an interesting poem to attempt.
reem

[Evenstar373]

Dont forget the hardest choice of all giving in to the power of thering Or holding strong and not giving in:)

[reem]

true true, so, is anyone going to attempt it??
:)
reem

[Evenstar373]

Not me I stink at this stuff

[reem]

i know how that feels:( oh well, it was worth a try anyway:p
reem

[KL70]

If anyone is up for the challenge, creatively express in a 40 - 50 word maximum (or if you have anything on file, include it) your admiration for Peter Jackson's first LOTR film (Fellowship of the Ring) and why you love it, or what you most love about it, in a rhyming poem. Or as an acrostic of Lord of the Rings, but made to also rhyme.

[Lúthien Séregon]

Well, the only poem I have on file that is about the LOTR films is a lot more than 40-50 words, and it expresses the emotions I'll be feeling once the trilogy has ended, if that's okay.

An Ode to a Memory

The sense that something held dear to our hearts
Was spread through the world with a gift to impart,
It was a magic renewed and imprinted in glory,
Capturing the essence of a timeless story

I never thought the light and joy would end,
But the days grow short and night transcends
And now the time seems to have come at last,
To leave, to say goodbye forever to the past

I should have realised it couldn’t have stayed
That I now stand upon memories long passed away,
But I reach out and touch upon something so deep,
And know that it will be brushed forever from our keep

The gold that glitters leaves its colour in the mind,
That cannot be thrown away to perish through time:
I will always hold dear the times when all,
Would be held by the journey, so captured, enthralled

Yet as we all turn away to journey on to new paths
And throw away sadness to mark the aftermath,
I hope we shall never forget the memories dear:
For I’ll return in my heart to the end of my years

Sorry that's not about the First LOTR film though. I guess it can't be counted.

[Dimatron]

ive got one which is kind of about the whole trilogy...ummm!!


Tolkiens Dream
He closed his eyes and dreamt of an earth.
A world of fantasy he saw.
He sat in silence and dreamt of its birth,
then started to explore.

He saw mountains dark and steep,
forests mysterious and old.
Endless mines hidden deep,
willderness harsh and cold.

He saw enchanted forests as old as time.
Armies huge and strong.
Realms and Kingdoms in their prime.
Rivers short and long.

He heared soldiers shout in pain.
He heared victorious crys.
He heared the Ents sing at the rain.
He heared the Dragons song in the skies.

In his vivid dream of this magical place,
He saw Golden Halls and Towers.
Tombs of kings of mythical race,
covered with small white flowers.

He saw soldiers fight and fall.
In honour they met their death.
He saw kings,proud and tall,
draw their final breath.

In the trees of Lorien a City he saw,
where the Elven make their Halls.
Elves dwelling in absence of war,
until the worlds sky falls.

The music of the Elves he heared.
Its beauty shoothed his mind.
Like the song of a majestic bird,
are the songs of Elven kind.

He saw a Ring...
He saw a Ring of evil power,soon to be unleashed.
He saw the One Ring of awesome power, darkness in the East.




Not as good as Lúthien's but...

[elithraniel]

They were both very good poems!
*claps extensively*
Darn it, you guys will have to give me a day or two to write something that will compare to that!

[Dimatron]

Awwe!!! thanks elithraniel! glad you like it!
So do you like writing poetry aswell?

[Ledreanne313]

Hearken! (Rhymed Verse)

Hearken! O Gate Guards!
Do you see the sky?
Where is the sun? It is still nigh.

Hearken! O Towns People!
Why not in haste?
Worry not of the fumes you taste?

Hearken! O Soldiers!
Caring not of war?
If you win this battle, there will be more!

Hearken! O Steward Son!
Obeying far too much?
Your father is wise, yet has a mad touch!

Hearken! O Steward!
Going mad are you?
Go on and kill yourself, yet not your son, too!

Hearken! O Wise Wizard!
Coming to aid their needs?
Wise, Mithrandir, yet watch the Dark Lord’s deeds!

Hearken! O Black Rider!
Know not your arrogance?
No man can kill you, yet the woman has a chance!

Hearken! O Hidden King!
Coming to join the forces?
Be wary of the dead with your reinforces!

Hearken! O Dark Lord!
Laughing in your success?
The Ring is on its way, though it has digress.

Hearken! O Middle Earth!
Your lives are breaking ropes.
Either you fall to ruin or fight with all your hope.

Anne Shadow___________________________________

This poem is about Minas Tirith and all that is happening in and around the Pellenor Fields.

[Thuringwethil]

I guess this goes into 'narrative' class.. But it's rhyming, too (or supposed to be). :confused: Plot isn't my own, as you might notice.. :p


Prophecy fulfilled

Death and terror and night on wings
King of witches and slayer of kings
Wearer and slave of one of the rings
But can you hear how steel blade sings?

He came, and with him came the night
He came, wielding all his might
Horror in left hand, death in his right
Who can stand, let alone fight?

Hand that slayed mighty lords
Eyes that rangers feared on fords
Voice that commands monstrous hordes
How can one fight him with swords?

One stands up, one surely mad
But grey eyes seem to be more sad
Searched Death, now found it had
Poor boy, I thought, but it's no lad!

No living man can hinder him
But maiden of the rohirrim
Stands before her foe so grim
And evil thought of wraith does dim

His shadow-spawned winged beast
Leaps to attack, wants to feast
Kill or mutilate at least
Win the day for Eye in East

But maiden isn't frozen still
She dodges, blocks and strikes with skill
A perfect cut, a famous kill
Monstrous head rolls down the hill

His scream of hate is deafening
Down he does his weapon bring
Shield and arm thus shattering
So fall the foes of Witch-King

But under the shadow is a smaller shade
Crouching figure holding his blade
With daring stab a grieve wound made
For fallen Arnor a debt he paid

Behold, the wraith is distracted
His weapon misses the maiden's head
But Witch-King has not fallen yet
The wrath in his eyes burning red

The halfling calls the maiden's name
She fights the fear and pain and maim
Upwards does the swordblade aim
The killing strike, the greatest fame

It's Black Captain's dying day
But his slayers still must pay
Is she dead? They can not say
Maiden of Rohan is carried away


To Rhiannon & Black Captain, with love :D

[Ledreanne313]

Rhyming~

White Steed and her master

Like the Wind they pass
Soaring as a star
Like the river they flow
Going on journey far.

Like the Moon they shine
White steed and her master
Like the Sun they warm
Going ever faster!

Like the spring they leave
Returning when needed
Like the sky they change
No pleas have they heeded

Like the trees they grow
White steed and her master
Like the forest they gaurd
No horse has ever passed her

Like brother and like sister
Closer than soldier and sword
Like sister and like brother
Not just horse and lord

Anne Shadow__________________________________

My insparation, if you could not tell, was Gandalf and Shadowfax. I tried not to make it obvious enough when you see it you know, because I know some people who are not big fans of Middle Earth. And the relationship Tolkien made between Gandalf and his Rohan Steed was amazingly close and loving and it really was inspiring and I really liked that relationship.

[Lúthien Séregon]

I was just wondering if there could be an extra thread for all poems that are Tolkien-related ( similar to the Poetry thread )?

By Tolkien-related, I mean all poems that have been inspired by scenes / moments within Lord of the Rings, poems about characters in Tolkien stories, or simply poems that are Tolkienish ( fantasy, nature, etc. ).

[Lúthien Séregon]

I've been re-reading The Two Towers recently, and I came across the quote where Gandalf says that if there were any to see the battle, then songs would be sung for years after. After reading this, I was inspired to write a poem about the battle between Gandalf and the Balrog, kind of like a substitute for any that might have been written had there been witnesses. This isn't half as good as what Tolkien would write, but I tried my best.


The Battle of the Peak

I sing of a legend that passed long years ago,
yet only now is as a poem unfurled,
I tell the tale of Gandalf, of the Fellowship of Nine,
in a chase through the deeps of the world

Their flight from Moria was harrowing and long,
with evil growing on their minds,
Their passage was desperate and hope seemed to fade,
when Durin’s Bane emerged from behind

Its flames were as tongues and its eyes were as coals,
its shadow like two wreathing wings,
In its hands it bore a whip and a flaming sword,
in all ears the sound of it rings

On the Bridge of Khazad-dûm, Gandalf faced its fire,
and smote the path, that it broke hence,
Alas! both descended through the abyss beneath,
and the Balrog’s fire was quenched

It fled through water and the Endless Stair
to the eyrie, away from Gandalf’s will,
But its enemy it faced, and its flame sprang anew,
through the living rock of Zirak-zigil

Upon Celebdil, on the peak of Silvertine,
on the tower that reigned the skies,
The battle was fought as of songs and tales,
yet beyond the reach of Elven eyes

For amongst the smoke and tongues of fire,
and the crown of shadow and storm,
The vapour and the darkness were evil in league,
and wrath of the Balrog took form

Grey clashed with flame, the light with shadow,
yet it was the end of the Bane of Durin,
For Gandalf smote his enemy from the soaring heights,
where it broke the mountain in its ruin

The shadow and flame were cast down from the sky,
yet the cost of the battle was sore,
For the grey pilgrim, wanderer, Mithrandir,
would be known to all races no more

Yet from the ashes of death a new light shall shine,
and the Good shall be renewed again,
The banner of light, Gandalf the White Rider,
arose from the battle of Durin’s Bane

[Flammifer]

Good idea! Can't say I've really written any, or even know of any, for that matter! Exept maybe Khôr’nagan's signature poems.....hehe they're pretty good! Here's his current one:

Do you have a special interest in the evil things of Middle-Earth?
Do you ever wonder what such knowledge would be worth?
Well now’s your chance to discover what you’ve never known before
Come and watch and gaze in wonder and learn what all the evil’s for.

---- Untitled, Khôr’nagan's signature poem

[Lúthien Séregon]

Yeah that one's great. :cool:

Here's one that I wrote a few days ago ( I submitted this for the competition also ), depicting the battle between Gandalf and the Balrog:


I sing of a legend that passed long years ago,
yet only now is as a poem unfurled,
I tell the tale of Gandalf, of the Fellowship of Nine,
in a chase through the deeps of the world

Their flight from Moria was harrowing and long,
with evil growing on their minds,
Their passage was desperate and hope seemed to fade,
when Durin’s Bane emerged from behind

Its flames were as tongues and its eyes were as coals,
its shadow like two wreathing wings,
In its hands it bore a whip and a flaming sword,
in all ears the sound of it rings

On the Bridge of Khazad-dûm, Gandalf faced its fire,
and smote the path, that it broke hence,
Alas! both descended through the abyss beneath,
and the Balrog’s fire was quenched

It fled through water and the Endless Stair
to the eyrie, away from Gandalf’s will,
But its enemy it faced, and its flame sprang anew,
through the living rock of Zirak-zigil

Upon Celebtil, on the peak of Silvertine,
on the tower that reigned the skies,
The battle was fought as of songs and tales,
yet beyond the reach of Elven eyes

For amongst the smoke and tongues of fire,
and the crown of shadow and storm,
The vapour and the darkness were evil in league,
and wrath of the Balrog took form

Grey clashed with flame, the light with shadow,
yet it was the end of the Bane of Durin,
For Gandalf smote his enemy from the soaring heights,
where it broke the mountain in its ruin

The shadow and flame were cast down from the sky,
yet the cost of the battle was sore,
For the grey pilgrim, wanderer, Mithrandir,
would be known to all races no more

Yet from the ashes of death a new light shall shine,
and the Good shall be renewed again,
The banner of light, Gandalf the White Rider,
arose from the battle of Durin’s Bane

[Thuringwethil]

I agree, neat idea :) (why didn't I present it myself? :rolleyes: ). However, here's another 'competition poem', describing another famous battle. I'll try later to write new stuff, too.

Prophecy fulfilled

Death and terror and night on wings
King of witches and slayer of kings
Wearer and slave of one of the rings
But can you hear how steel blade sings?

He came, and with him came the night
He came, wielding all his might
Horror in left hand, death in his right
Who can stand, let alone fight?

Hand that slayed mighty lords
Eyes that rangers feared on fords
Voice that commands monstrous hordes
How can one fight him with swords?

One stands up, one surely mad
But grey eyes seem to be more sad
Searched Death, now found it had
Poor boy, I thought, but it's no lad!

No living man can hinder him
But maiden of the rohirrim
Stands before her foe so grim
And evil thought of wraith does dim

His shadow-spawned winged beast
Leaps to attack, wants to feast
Kill or mutilate at least
Win the day for Eye in East

But maiden isn't frozen still
She dodges, blocks and strikes with skill
A perfect cut, a famous kill
Monstrous head rolls down the hill

His scream of hate is deafening
Down he does his weapon bring
Shield and arm thus shattering
So fall the foes of Witch-King

But under the shadow is a smaller shade
Crouching figure holding his blade
With daring stab a grieve wound made
For fallen Arnor a debt he paid

Behold, the wraith is distracted
His weapon misses the maiden's head
But Witch-King has not fallen yet
The wrath in his eyes burning red

The halfling calls the maiden's name
She fights the fear and pain and maim
Upwards does the swordblade aim
The killing strike, the greatest fame

It's Black Captain's dying day
But his slayers still must pay
Is she dead? They can not say
Maiden of Rohan is carried away

[spirit]

Just something I wrote a while ago. Though I'd share it if anyone wants to read... :)

Kementári, Yavanna, The Giver of Fruits,
Clad in green, one of the Mighty Powers.
Alone she stands in a field so empty
Empty in spirit, empty in life.
The sight brings great sadness to her heart.
A garden, were light and warmth should have filled the air
And cheer and play of the little ones…the children of Eru.
But broken and hollow, the trees and flowers pay for their innocence.

Her eyes, gleaming sliver, shine as bright as Elentári.
A tear swells up in her eye
Filled with the Power beyond the reach of the Quendi,
The single tear drops,
Hitting the soil quietly, absorbed willingly by the soil
Silver rain falls…

She turns, she leaves,
Knowing her seed has been planted.
And the strength of a Vala so strong,
A single tear reshapes the land.

White daises bloom, the wild flowers grow.
The willows sway gently in the wind,
And the green grass glimmers in the sun.
In a land of sad past memories,
New ones grow to replace those…

She sees this and more in her mind,
“May the grace of the Valar protect it,
With the blessing of Eru.”

[e.Blackstar]

wow...that's deep, dude. I like it. :)

[PinkLizard]

Thats not bad you should really consiter gettin that published some day!

Keep writing!!

[Hobbit-GalRosie]

Oh my gosh, that is easily the best Tolkien-based poem I've ever seen on this forum, possibly anywhere. I love the flow...it really does flow well to my mind, and I must confess I'm the type that can have trouble getting caught up in or even following poems that don't have more obvious metres and/or some kind of rhyme shceme, so coming from me I suppose that might say more than it usually does. Awesome, just awesome. You're just enveloped in this truly palpable sense of sorrow and grief, but with this beautiful ray of hope shooting through it, just like the whole Silmarillion, really, a great tragedy but with the hint of the eternal hope of the Children's faith in Eru...

Oh, gosh, I just feel so...full right now, I can't think what else to say.

[HLGStrider]

Here is the place to post poetry that was inspired by Tolkien, or is based in his world.
You can continue to post general-non-Tolkien poetry in the other Poetry thread.

Thanks,
Elgee

[Starbrow]

I wrote this a number of years ago. I hope you like it.

A Passing Moment of Aragorn

A ragged, deep green hood
covered a craggy face,
Hiding dark eyes that had
seen most every place.
His black moustache covered
a sad frown on his mouth,
As he thought of a shadowed
land far in the south.
And as he silently stood there,
so tall and grim,
A light came into his eyes,
though yet very dim.
And while he became wrapped
in some sweet, lovely dream,
Lines of care and worry fell
from his face, I deem.
The thoughts became more kindly,
which caused him to smile.
He looked like a fair prince
from a far distant isle.
As more and more the long,
lonely years fell away,
His eyes revealed more wisdom
than you could say.
Then the noble, young man
quickly aged as before.
The vision faded as he glanced
southward once more.

[AraCelebEarwen]

wow... that's rather good... if I can say so...:)

I was just wondering if there could be an extra thread for all poems that are Tolkien-related ( similar to the Poetry thread )?

By Tolkien-related, I mean all poems that have been inspired by scenes / moments within Lord of the Rings, poems about characters in Tolkien stories, or simply poems that are Tolkienish ( fantasy, nature, etc. ).

If I may be so bold, have you seen The Traveling Minstrels? Or is that not what you were thinking...? :o

[Starbrow]

Thanks for the compliment, AraCelebEarwen.

[spirit]

wow...that's deep, dude. I like it. :)

Thanks hun!


Oh my gosh, that is easily the best Tolkien-based poem I've ever seen on this forum, possibly anywhere. I love the flow...it really does flow well to my mind, and I must confess I'm the type that can have trouble getting caught up in or even following poems that don't have more obvious metres and/or some kind of rhyme shceme, so coming from me I suppose that might say more than it usually does. Awesome, just awesome. You're just enveloped in this truly palpable sense of sorrow and grief, but with this beautiful ray of hope shooting through it, just like the whole Silmarillion, really, a great tragedy but with the hint of the eternal hope of the Children's faith in Eru...

Oh, gosh, I just feel so...full right now, I can't think what else to say.

Okay, you're making me blush evn more!!

*hides*

[Corvis]

I have to agree with everybody else spirit that poem was pretty impressive.

[Corvis]

I've never posted a poem in this thread before, so here's a quick one:

Blessed be sages who come for us
For our dire need we keep their trust
As the sky begins to cry, men will die
Here the strength of men will be tested, that is no lie
From shaken rock to splintered tree
From every man, woman, right down to me
All our fates be united as one
Till the nightly battle will be done

Specters walk with the demons of the night
To strike into our hearts deep war fright
Though as we gain more light we gain strong might
For the calvary has finally come to fight

Blood, sweat, and tear were all used here
Blessed be the Firstborn who died with us here
Two races against the white hands devils
We did not win with blade but with our strong wills

Will to survive will to live
Will to fight will to forgive

Our eyes of victory shine like a pearl
Right to the ending of this world

[Starbrow]

Hey, I really like that. Especially the beginning.

[Corvis]

Thanks, Starbrow. I really appreciate that.