Poems About J R R Tolkien Seeking Honest Critique
#JRRTolkien
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 5:27pm
29th Jan 2025 5:27pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation (continuation - 3)
In a clash of wrath that disobeyed
and unholiest display of power,
Melkor, in the dawn of early decay,
was rather deluded like a coward.
Angrily, the Ainur lost his vision,
passionate about his part,
he forgot it was Divinest Reason
that determined the heart.
Melkor tried so desperate to win.
The first ignition of eternal hatred,
yet is was a lesson, original sin,
for all would return to the Sacred.
So the first attempt was chatter,
prolonging the tones of the song,
yet every time he tried to alter ...
and unholiest display of power,
Melkor, in the dawn of early decay,
was rather deluded like a coward.
Angrily, the Ainur lost his vision,
passionate about his part,
he forgot it was Divinest Reason
that determined the heart.
Melkor tried so desperate to win.
The first ignition of eternal hatred,
yet is was a lesson, original sin,
for all would return to the Sacred.
So the first attempt was chatter,
prolonging the tones of the song,
yet every time he tried to alter ...
#dreams
#God
#JRRTolkien
#music
#spiritual
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation (continuation - 2)
(...)
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
#apocalypse
#evil
#God
#JRRTolkien
#morality
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:31pm
16th Nov 2024 3:31pm
Ghash Angmar-ghāsh
Ghash Nazg, Urūk goth snaga
Thrak-lat thrūg thrakatulūk
Durbūrz Angmar, glob mākhnū!
Ash āgulūrz, krimp durz agh dūr
Lūg-glob nātūrz ob bśrz
Burzūm thrāk agh dūmūrz ghash!
Angmar goth-ghāsh ūk lat kālūrz
Lūgūrz agh thrūrz, gimbat thrakat
Būrz Angmar! Burzum tūrz!
Agh krimpatum agh thrākatum, lūg goth dūr
Ash durbatulūk agh krash snaga
Angmar ghash, goth-narūk!
Thrak-lat thrūg thrakatulūk
Durbūrz Angmar, glob mākhnū!
Ash āgulūrz, krimp durz agh dūr
Lūg-glob nātūrz ob bśrz
Burzūm thrāk agh dūmūrz ghash!
Angmar goth-ghāsh ūk lat kālūrz
Lūgūrz agh thrūrz, gimbat thrakat
Būrz Angmar! Burzum tūrz!
Agh krimpatum agh thrākatum, lūg goth dūr
Ash durbatulūk agh krash snaga
Angmar ghash, goth-narūk!
#dark
#evil
#fiction
#hate
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 10:59am
21st Sep 2024 10:59am
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation
Hence, the Mighty Ainur gathered.
The hierarchy building the forms.
What was the idea of their Father?
They were silent, gathered, uniform.
Hearts trembling with divine inspiration,
expectations without rushed shapes,
they knew no disappointing divination,
just the Aumic sound, God's pace.
Eru Iluvatar, an authority to listen,
knew their hearts and their fate,
yet choices and willpower's decision
shape the scenarios that nucleate.
He raised his two arms to the sky,
shaping the arc of the rainbow,
and the...
The hierarchy building the forms.
What was the idea of their Father?
They were silent, gathered, uniform.
Hearts trembling with divine inspiration,
expectations without rushed shapes,
they knew no disappointing divination,
just the Aumic sound, God's pace.
Eru Iluvatar, an authority to listen,
knew their hearts and their fate,
yet choices and willpower's decision
shape the scenarios that nucleate.
He raised his two arms to the sky,
shaping the arc of the rainbow,
and the...
#God
#JRRTolkien
#music
#spiritual
#universe
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 5:25pm
7th Sep 2024 5:25pm
His Chief Servant
His rise began in whispered blight
From cold Angmars shadowed height
A realm of stone, of frost and fear
Where none could see and none could hear
The Witch-King, veiled in spectral might
Led forth his legions through the night
With iron will and malice deep
He stirred the North from haunted sleep
The petty kings and wayward lords
He broke beneath his cursed swords
With cunning plans and cruel delight
He set the North ablaze with fright
First came the fall of Rhudaurs keep
Its towers shorn, its barrows deep
The...
From cold Angmars shadowed height
A realm of stone, of frost and fear
Where none could see and none could hear
The Witch-King, veiled in spectral might
Led forth his legions through the night
With iron will and malice deep
He stirred the North from haunted sleep
The petty kings and wayward lords
He broke beneath his cursed swords
With cunning plans and cruel delight
He set the North ablaze with fright
First came the fall of Rhudaurs keep
Its towers shorn, its barrows deep
The...
#epic
#JRRTolkien
#narrative
#rhyming
#witches
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 4:42pm
19th Aug 2024 4:42pm
Skeletal Sleep
Linger long with ghastly stare
Ancient and forgotten lair
Where dust and shadows take court
See the crown Ave Mort
Underneath the singing sparrows
Cavernous earthen barrows
With Morgul spells and Angmar's embrace
Witch king's servants inhabit this place
Roaming the cairns of darkened lore
Bound to the umbral forevermore
No moonlight touches their hollow crown
Where Elbereths light cannot drown
In tombs where Eärendils star lies dim
They...
Ancient and forgotten lair
Where dust and shadows take court
See the crown Ave Mort
Underneath the singing sparrows
Cavernous earthen barrows
With Morgul spells and Angmar's embrace
Witch king's servants inhabit this place
Roaming the cairns of darkened lore
Bound to the umbral forevermore
No moonlight touches their hollow crown
Where Elbereths light cannot drown
In tombs where Eärendils star lies dim
They...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#JRRTolkien
#rhyming
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 4:55pm
15th Jul 2024 4:55pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter II. The Ainur's Acoustic Adjustment
How could it possibly be conveyed
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.
Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.
A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.
The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm? ...
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.
Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.
A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.
The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm? ...
#God
#JRRTolkien
#patience
#spiritual
#universe
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 4:53pm
15th Jul 2024 4:53pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter I. The Flame Imperishable
I am initiating an entire series, which I shall post under the "Ea" title.
It will concern Tolkien's Universe and it will be an interpretative "essay" in poetic style as to how I perceive the mechanism behind Creation within his Lore.
The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.
"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son;...
It will concern Tolkien's Universe and it will be an interpretative "essay" in poetic style as to how I perceive the mechanism behind Creation within his Lore.
The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.
"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son;...
#astronomy
#God
#JRRTolkien
#spiritual
#universe
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
18th Mar 2024 9:50am
18th Mar 2024 9:50am
Eru The Ilśvatar
Father Sabaoth loved from the Sky,
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
#God
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2022 7:05pm
3rd Jun 2022 7:05pm
Sauron Painting (Visual)
Sauron Painting (Visual)
#dark
#murder
#evil
#JRRTolkien
#horror
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Feb 2022 11:41am
13th Feb 2022 11:41am
The Dance of Creation
The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater. - J.R.R.Tolkien
Burning with hatred's incentive,
his thoughts quite twisted with sins,
corrupted his allies, inventive
the only loyal one truly within.
A massacre of the unworthy,
where goodness guilty becomes;
yet unpretentious his curtsy
before the world's doomed homes.
His mantle covers all currents,
the might is still...
Burning with hatred's incentive,
his thoughts quite twisted with sins,
corrupted his allies, inventive
the only loyal one truly within.
A massacre of the unworthy,
where goodness guilty becomes;
yet unpretentious his curtsy
before the world's doomed homes.
His mantle covers all currents,
the might is still...
#corruption
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Jan 2022 7:15pm
21st Jan 2022 7:15pm
Melkor's Smile
Melkor was carefully hearkening
to ideas unveiling before him,
ambitious and absolute; darkening,
he smirked, abundant with vim.
He turned to blackened smoke,
swirling as a vortex of attraction.
Then his voice echoed and woke
a truce that is always in action.
"How interesting affirming a choice is.
If you have a high ideal,
even opposing the Source, rejoicings
are still a Cause that's worth the feel.
Not that I should be excused.
For crime is never to be self-belittled.
But the firm...
to ideas unveiling before him,
ambitious and absolute; darkening,
he smirked, abundant with vim.
He turned to blackened smoke,
swirling as a vortex of attraction.
Then his voice echoed and woke
a truce that is always in action.
"How interesting affirming a choice is.
If you have a high ideal,
even opposing the Source, rejoicings
are still a Cause that's worth the feel.
Not that I should be excused.
For crime is never to be self-belittled.
But the firm...
#love
#evil
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#JRRTolkien
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