Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd September 2018 2:22am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
AtoMikbomb
Lord of the Poems: the Fellowship of the DU
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem based off Tolkien's work
Hello everyone! I'm a huge fan of Tolkien's work, and I've noticed a few people here are as well. I invite you all to write based off of this incredible world, either for a specific character or an event that occurred in the lore. The rules are the following:
1. Maximum 3 poems per participant
2. No collaborations (ironic on my part, but it's for the sake of choosing a winner easily)
3. Please clarify on who or what you're writing about
4. No word limit, but please don't make it terribly long (that's what short stories are for)
5. Have fun!
If you have any question, feel free to message me.
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Middle~Earth〽️
Swathed in drifting mist and fires' smoke,
Thunderous drums as daylight fades.
Songs of ancient clans drown whispers
Of their women's woolen skirt hems,
While the dance builds, a moon eclipsed,
Blood rises this summer solstice.
A melodic cauldron is stirred,
Dulcimer strings and fidd’ler's bow,
Quickened bravado of their feet
Sway bare across long wooden planks.
Black-wing’d souls spin o’er village roofs,
Their calls carry the hearts & minds
Of warriors in the clannish hills,
Forging new swords, bathing the blades
In the falls’ crest cascading down
Toward the rolling emerald valley,
Where dragons, circ’ling low, await
The feast they know will come tonight.
Starlit eyes stare long at their flight,
Yearning a journey ‘cross the sea.
Where friends seek, darkness is at bay,
Wizards, unaware of night's crawl,
Travel through ages of magic
To summer nights, when fireworks
Shaped as the shadows of dragons,
Are the only sorcery seen.
Thunderous drums as daylight fades.
Songs of ancient clans drown whispers
Of their women's woolen skirt hems,
While the dance builds, a moon eclipsed,
Blood rises this summer solstice.
A melodic cauldron is stirred,
Dulcimer strings and fidd’ler's bow,
Quickened bravado of their feet
Sway bare across long wooden planks.
Black-wing’d souls spin o’er village roofs,
Their calls carry the hearts & minds
Of warriors in the clannish hills,
Forging new swords, bathing the blades
In the falls’ crest cascading down
Toward the rolling emerald valley,
Where dragons, circ’ling low, await
The feast they know will come tonight.
Starlit eyes stare long at their flight,
Yearning a journey ‘cross the sea.
Where friends seek, darkness is at bay,
Wizards, unaware of night's crawl,
Travel through ages of magic
To summer nights, when fireworks
Shaped as the shadows of dragons,
Are the only sorcery seen.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Dawn at Helm’s Deep
The attack went on throughout the night,
Neither man or dwarf, nor elf got sleep,
And as they endured the drawn out fight,
They started losing hope at Helm’s Deep.
Then many orcs broke through the doors,
When the onslaught came in a great heap,
The enemy advanced by great scores,
Hope seemed lost defending Helm's Deep.
But then Aragorn remembered the words,
"On the fifth day, at dawn, look to the east,"
At first light they gathered their strength,
Hope had revived to defend Helm’s Deep.
"Ride out with me" Aragorn told the king,
"Ride out and meet them" without retreat,
For the people the king agreed with faith,
For the horn will sound again in the deep.
Theoden king and many of his companions,
Charged outside the doors in a great leap,
Slaying the enemy at the gates,
Taking one last stand at Helm’s Deep.
And as they counterattacked at the bridge,
The glimmer of hope became complete,
For in the distance stood a beacon of light,
Coming to the aid of Helm’s Deep.
Gandalf arrived on the back of Shadowfax,
Eomer gathered the Rohirrim in a great fleet,
"For the king!" they thundered,
Coming to the aid of Helm’s Deep.
And as they charged down the hill to fight,
The sun rose behind them blinding the enemy,
Led by the wizard Gandalf, clad in white,
Dawn and hope had come to Helm’s Deep.
A wizard is never late…nor is he early.
He arrives precisely when he means to.
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Are we allowed 3 entries per account or just 3 entries per human being with multiple accounts?
I do have more poems I could post, beyond the 3 I have already posted.
I do have more poems I could post, beyond the 3 I have already posted.
Anonymous
Anonymous
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A Halfling's Might
Less comely they, than some
the ruddy folk from Anduin
curled on end and end
grown by stream and sweeping hill
full and free
and round with song
A loamy undertone - a softness
of ferns in spring and thawing home
ever veiled from unknown stone
and war
and thrones
and blood
and bone
A strange way to bend one's toes
padding past peril
upon wind raped hills
chill with wraiths - pale plateaus
a lilting flute amongst roars
a plucked fiddle string amongst screams
a glacial blue blade
hewing through the dead and matte
Breaths of red in lungs of green
hearts like hauberks hastening fast
a rope
a pan
a pottage set
The compass eastward treads in tattered trousers
Amon Hen and marshes dead
an eyebright might when all lights perish
finer in valor than kings of old
A firm footing over flame
sigils flicker hellish as darkness burning
emerging as magics converge
a flash of blinding white
a lunge and plunging into night
cries follow from the smallfolks' souls
Far from friend
or farm
or frond
deep in draught and oaken arms
creaking through a murky dusk
a dream of hoary meetings speak
a green leaf gleaming on the grass
A hope in gray
cloaks fasten as fellows fail; and fall
adrift in gifted elvin grace
with faces staunch, black from havoc
ringlets snarled atop such low, but noble heads
A sting in sallow-soft death
over stairways slick in oily evils
passing under shrieking spies
defiance of the lidless eye
Assailing smoke in shrouds of shadow
ascent beneath the stare of death
a will of gold
a hero's toil
to cast that ceaseless stranglehold
into Sauron's endless boil
Written by AtoMikbomb
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First off, a huge thank you to everyone who participated in my competition! I'm so glad to see other Tolkien fans here, and it was quite difficult for me to choose a winner. Alas, here's my explanation:
MaryWalker: Your entry, "Eowyn's Song", is absolutely brilliant. Eowyn is strong and respectable, not afraid to defy the social norms of her time and country. The descriptions you've used provide a fantastic imagery of the battlefield as Eowyn slays enemy after enemy, finding the will to continue on even though her kin die around her. She was meant to fulfill her destiny prophesied by Glorfindel centuries before. For you, shield maiden, I offer thee a shield trophy.
AEMelia: I adored your poem about Melian the maiar and the most notable events of her long life. I felt the magic that occurred when she first met Thingol and the love they instantly felt for one another. The love and grief that Luthien brought them in life and with her death. Melian's life is bittersweet, and you've captured that element excellently.
AtoMikbomb: Hobbits are such innocent and cute creatures. I personally think that they've been grossly underestimated, and the LOTR trilogy proved it. It's a shame the trauma that Frodo had to go through to the point that he had to sail to Valinor just to life out his life in peace. Gandalf said it best in the first Hobbit move; "Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I have found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay... simple acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid, and he gives me courage."
MaryWalker: Your entry, "Eowyn's Song", is absolutely brilliant. Eowyn is strong and respectable, not afraid to defy the social norms of her time and country. The descriptions you've used provide a fantastic imagery of the battlefield as Eowyn slays enemy after enemy, finding the will to continue on even though her kin die around her. She was meant to fulfill her destiny prophesied by Glorfindel centuries before. For you, shield maiden, I offer thee a shield trophy.
AEMelia: I adored your poem about Melian the maiar and the most notable events of her long life. I felt the magic that occurred when she first met Thingol and the love they instantly felt for one another. The love and grief that Luthien brought them in life and with her death. Melian's life is bittersweet, and you've captured that element excellently.
AtoMikbomb: Hobbits are such innocent and cute creatures. I personally think that they've been grossly underestimated, and the LOTR trilogy proved it. It's a shame the trauma that Frodo had to go through to the point that he had to sail to Valinor just to life out his life in peace. Gandalf said it best in the first Hobbit move; "Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I have found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay... simple acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid, and he gives me courage."
