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Jul 30 2014, 3:32am
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The Great Hall of Poets
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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. Lament for Boromir By Cassie Brave son of Gondor, So proud and so tall, The white city will weep, When told of your fall. You battled so bravely to save them both there, Courageous and strong you were, fierce and fair. They will sing of your deeds in both City and Shire, Of the orcs that you slew as the battle raged higher, Until pierced by too many black arrows, you fell, Protecting the Halflings as stories will tell. O, Brave son of Gondor who's body now rests to let others resume with this hardest of quests. Be at peace with yourself And the choices you made In the end you came through Your true colours displayed. ~~*~~ The Argonath By I. Salogel The ancient structures, bold and tall Still standing watch above the fall Are silent; and no voices call From carven mouths to river wall. Yet though they cannot see or speak They stand with pride while rivers leak Between their mighty feet; and seek For those whose hearts are frail and weak. Centuries did they command With vacant gaze and outstretched hand For centuries they still will stand Remaining guardians of their land. They bear helms fine as any king hath, They still withstand the weather's wrath And stand o'er flowing river path Unchangeable -- the Argonath. ~~*~~ Ithilien By Lindariel Under shining trees in woodland fair, Apart from any mortal care, Lies Ithilien in splendour bright, Ithilien of trees of glorious light. Yet beyond the woodland fair, There was not an evil ne'er, Cool are the streams that run, Bubbling and laughing in fun. Still lies Ithilien, still in blossom bright, Still the moon shines on it with glim'ring light; O Ithilien! No cares or woes carry in your heart! O Ithilien! One last fading sprig save for me. ~~*~~
(This post was edited by Silverlode on Aug 1 2014, 7:20am)
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