Here is a sampling of some of my LOTR inspired Poetry. I hope you like it.
This is my very First Tolkien inspired Poem Sounds of Awakening
In the Waters of Cuiviénen where the Elves had their Beginning, on Awakening they saw a star shining brightly from afar, set by the Valar them as Guide so they would not get lost at night. They looked upon the Constellations glitt'ring brilliant from afar. They saw Soronúmë, Anarríma and the Mighty Menelmacar, showing forth his mighty Belt; for Varda Took Telperion's Dew and set there in the heavens anew, the Stars that Melkor dimmed. Due North the elves see Valacirca, Melkor saw them from afar, the Sickle of the Mighty Valar. He knew on Ea he had no room, that he was looking at his doom. By star-lit skies and Sound of Water, the Firstborn woke there from their sleep, they played and gamboled in Cuviénen because the water as not deep. As Oromë rode through the Forest, he heard their Singing from below, with wonder he looked on the Quendi, from then on loved them evermore. The elves loved Varda Elentary, revered above all other Valar, they call to her in times of trouble their words you still hear from afar: "A Elbereth Gilthoniel sìlìvren penna mìriel, O menel aglar elennath, na-chared palan dìriel, galadhremmin ennorath Fanuilos le linnathon nef, aear si nef."
We still remember, we who dwell in this far land beneath the trees, the starlight on the Western seas. Then Melkor made the Firstborn fear with noises in the wood, his servants and his demons devoured them when they could. Then Melkor in his new disguise spoke of the Valar bad, but Oromë among them dwelled and with the blowing of his Horn he chased away the Bad. Then came a noise of fear and rending, but Oromë rode on Nahar, whose coat of Silver one could see shining brightly from afar. But Oromë the Mighty Hunter, with his Spear and with his Bow, on his Mighty Horn would blow, which is called the Valaroma, he sounded the Charge of the war of the Valar. and they made war there upon Melkor, unroofed his Halls and broke his pits. He fled at last to dark Utumno, surrounded by his demon host, he knew that Ea to him was lost. Then Tulkas wrestled there with Melkor and cast him down into the Dust. They bound him then with strong Againor, the chain that Aulë had made, and locked him in the Void! Before the Children came to be the Valar then repaired the World. The Silver Lights shone brightly in the Sky, surrounding there the Seven-Star, the Sickle of the Valar, of which the Crown of Stars were made.
Here ends the Story of Awakening, and all the Sounds that came with it. The fell foes fled into the darkness and stayed there in the pit.
Eternal Love Eternal Love? What is Eternal? What is Love? It's all pervasive, it comes from above. It's planted into the heart of every newborn Elven child It's to be cultivated, and not to grow wild. Eternal is a heavy word and if you're a youth you will surely have heard That his or her love for you is Eternal Until you are married - and then it's infernal.
Song of Gondolin
Oh Ondolindë, Hill of Stone and Song surrounded by th' Encircling Mountains Who bear the Name Echoriath Hidden in the Cleft of the Rock. Build in Secret over the life-age of a man.
Oh City in whose Walls dwelled Idril and Eärendil Whose white walls were rising high in Alabaster glow Shining like white Gold and Diamonds in the sun. Whose Beautiful Gardens harboured Glingal and Belthil. Growing Safely in the Shadows on the Hill
Oh that I might see thee, in the Morning of an eternal Sunrise See the Silver and the Gold, on the Trees, who are a wonder to behold Shining Brightly in the Sunlight
Evening has come, like a shadow over my Soul Ever searching. Never finding My Soul longeth for thee. Gone art thou. No longer hidden discovered you did fall.
Night Time
The Moon is in the trees above, his sheen around them shed. The Elves and Men and Hobbits were fast asleep in bed. He looks upon the wolf, the deer, and owls which is a hunter among those that are fowls.
But once upon a time at night, when all the stars where shining bright The Elves woke in Cuviénen where they had their beginning. Gildor Inglorion and his folk where walking through the woods one night as they were walking they couldnt believe their Elven sight. two Hobbits were out and about at Woody End this night.
"Well Frodo it is good to see you and were in the world are you traveling to?" Frodo to his great Surprise looked the Elven Lord straight in the Eyes
He said to him "Suilad mellon nín I'm going to Rivendell. So how have you been? I am going to Lord Elrond, to give him a ring. Gandalf will meet us, it's such a strange thing."
Gildor said: "Let us travel together, like the birds of a feather we will go and we'll feast from midnight at least. Til the moon's sheen can no longer be seen.
When the feast was oér and the night was deep Frodo and the Elves went finally to sleep. In the Woodland Hall, with its trees so tall he awoke in the morning hours after dawning.
The Elves were gone, but left them food and boy that Elven food tasted good Now the sun was in the ski and the birds did fly and sing their song now the night is gone.
Thoughts on Winter and the Future
Winter has come, early it is dark In the white snow, you can't see a mark The Moon is bright, it gives us light So we won't stumble in the night
With Eyes all bright and Hearts alight We see the stars, they're shining bright. Where Elbereth has placed them We sit outside and gaze at them
Our memory on wings, we think of other things We play and sing, our thoughts take wing They fly, fly to the sky, there comes a reply From Elbereth to us, as the day grows nigh. Our pain we forget, look at what's ahead We rise to our feet, jump out of our bed. With our eyes all wide, for gone is the night For darkness has left, no stars, moon or night.
If Elbereth Gilthoniel has send us blessings nothing will stand in our way or lessen Our joy.
A Cold Night in December
It was a cold night in December, How long ago? I don't remember! I was freezing! It was blazing! That I didn't freeze was real amazing!
The stars shone brightly in the trees and through the branches blew a breeze No roses bloomed, no squirrel zoomed. Just a lonely lilac Crocus bloomed.
It is the Wintertime of year, when the air is cold and clear No bird is heard in mount or vale and Hobbits go and order Ale
They order Ale to Celebrate the Yuletide when the food is great. They gather together and debate until it's usually really late.
They think of the Blessings the year has brought of the things that be, and the things that ought. Young Hobbits stay up really late
Worried
It has been five days since your paths and my ways have crossed and I am feeling lost Was there a word or a deed, which I left replete
Clouds are shading my path and I fear the aftermath Was it some I did in Word or Deed, that made our Love incomplete?
My heart is aching and my soul is quaking and I hurt as though my body is breaking while my knees are shaking
The Uncertainty is like insanity I feel lost without, heres nothing I can do about
Ever since you sailed away, my mind has gone astray It roams in desert places and it finds no room to stay
Come back my beloved to the Cottage by the spring Where the birds are singing and our love did begin Where Eithel splashed us with water, refreshing and clear Where our hearts were singing and we held each other dear
This waiting drives me crazy my days are all hazy and I feel unfocused and my bones are dry as a locust
I said "Yes"
Today he asked me and I felt like telling the world- tell them what? Tell them that I said Yes When he spoke my soul soared like a nightingale towards the sky His love is sweet and more intoxicating then wine His silver hair falls like white waters rushing down his shoulders His Deep Blue Eyes are like the Waters around Tol Eressëa on a still night Deep, blue, still. His bearing is Royal. He dances, no he floats You cannot call it dance. My soul is filled with wonder. The wonder of first Love. Unbroken by pain of disappointment. But in pain nonetheless, so exquisite, Loves pain. I am floating on a cloud over Rainbows made of Flowers Daffodils, Violets, Irises and Roses. Evermind. My mind is on fire, light, golden, silver. In my mind I can see the Valier gliding through the clouds Riding on the winds Bestowing their Blessings on us. But now I am treading on Arda once more. I see the Handiwork of Elbereth, Everwhite, Varda Kementari. I can almost hear Oromes Horn and the footfall of Nahar As I walk through the woods like in a dream. Because He loves me I Said Yes
This poem below got picked out of 10,000 submissions by Poetry.com and was published in one of their Poetry Books Loves First Song
It is the evening of the Day In the beautiful month of May With the Moon out in the Skies The Maiden of Gondor sits down and sighs
She had caught a glimpse of the Elfs Silver hair and in her heart she knew, he would always be there
He hailed from Alqualond and had forged a solid Bond He had stolen her heart, that she never will part
As a warrior he had hailed In Silver and Galvorn maild He rescued her from obscurity And promised a life of security
The Joy and the Laughter will last ever after Their Union will last Because by Eru it will be Blessd
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Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, Jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Some pretty good poems there Arwen. I like the initial story about the Elves awakening. However I have one question:
"But Oromë the Mighty Hunter, with his Spear and with his Bow, on his Mighty Horn would blow, which is called the Valaroma, he sounded the Charge of the war of the Valar. and they made war there upon Melkor, unroofed his Halls and broke his pits. He fled at last to dark Utumno, surrounded by his demon host, he knew that Ea to him was lost. Then Tulkas wrestled there with Melkor and cast him down into the Dust. They bound him then with strong Againor, the chain that Aulë had made, and locked him in the Void!"
The War when Utumno was broken is called the War of Powers and is the second war between Melkor and the Valar. In this war he is taken captive to Valinor and then thrown in prison in Mandos. Its not until the Third great War, the War of Wrath, that Melkor is cast through the door of Night into the Void.
Bilbo Baggins, that was my very first poem. When I first began to read about Tolkien's other works. I know now that that is not corpus but Poets License. I was more or less emotionally involved with the Sil when I wrote it. I had only read up to page 30. I hope the other ones were a little bit more to Corpus Standarts.
And thank you Angmar for you kind words.
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Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, Jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
It's nice, good job, I realise it's pretty hard to write poetry Personally, I prefet poems with an always constant rhyme and rhythm as well It gives them this kind of Elvish perfection, only achieved by many improvements throughout the Ages. Still, your work is really good!
Thank you very much The Might I remember when I was in the 3rd grade in Volks Schule I got a failing grade for the Poem I was to write with the subject of Winter. I guess I improved with age.
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Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, Jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
The Might I was born and raised in Germany Born in 1954 and left for the Netherlands after my mother told me to move when I was 20 in 1974. Came back to Germany from April 1978 to September 1979 and then moved to the US
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Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, Jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
I didn't know you write poetry. I guess there's a lot I don't know about you Well your poems are really great. I initialy started a poetry thread myself but afraid of not getting any reviews I changed my mind and I left just the original post. You are talented and you're poetry is a shellow vibration of sensitivity and creativity. I look forward to reading some more of your artwork. Good work