Tolkien Poems - Poems about Tolkien

Around the Hills of Malvern now..Desecration takes place.' Let me inform all how.' Where Elgars body has rested long And Tolkien and Lewis did ramble in song.' all of these Three historical giants, drew breath and inspiration none Can deny it, seeds of thought in Lewis's mind grew into Enchanted forests even braille did find it. And shared to The...

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The basement bulb goes out, I lack a spare My cat licks my ice cream, I'm OK to share My laptop gives my face a glow I'm wrapped up in a magic flow I imagine leaving the world of men through Moria to Caras Galadren float this door to the Arduin shore reclaim my wonder there once more. Take me to Lothlorien I'll meet...

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The amazing linguist J. R. R. Tolkien - On creating an immersive Middle Earth he was keen. Being short, loving good food, and smoking a pipe, he considered the hobbit to be just his type!...

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Tempest gone, darkened skies have all blown past, tho' blue grey dawn laughs at my feeble fist. A knight's heart equanimity lost... thrown now into these land mines I placed, and doom of Middle Earth left forsaken. Can you help me find the song's refrain once known.. those cherished, lilting tunes I held so dear?...

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Oh God, expand my narrow, cluttered, room! And clear the clutter out, so I may see! And still my Seas, as You did, Galilee! Life threatens to collapse in, with a Boom! Like Aspen, that arise after a fire, Or ground-cover that sprouts from ash and dust Or sweet alyssum permeates the must About the room, through window of desire, So, pray I,...

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Remember how he came and how he went, Born far away the flakes of your soft bark, A quartered apple in the muse’s hand, The evergreen fond memory, our spark. Up, up, up Into the errant autumn winds. Leaves stutter in the gust – a maudlin dance, The whisper of time’s awl. Up, up Rend your unsightly pining skin, Become a lute, a cup, a...

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He was a writer, a fighter, an old-timer word rhymer Always thought free verse was asinine He was the queerest, the dearest, the tear in your beer-est and he was one Tolkien over the line He was archaic, prosaic, euphoric, historic Made pentagrams optically divine He was the cheekiest, geekiest, and uniquely freakiest and he was one Tolkien over the line He loved...

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I have cut a Simril-- From the darkened grounds of Terra I made it... Chipping away at the coal-block, Picking till red my nails became, With hammer and chisel striking. And if my aim was true A light would shine through, a silvery hue-- Iluvatar's Beauty... Many to it have I shown-- I even presented it to my Lords and Nobles Way back when, But...

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Sun trying to find it's way through mystical frosty mountain tops looking over man made ruins of broken fence posts set along the desserted dried up shore line the years have faded by, but "Still round the corner there may wait, a new road or a secret gate."...

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