Long Poems About J R R Tolkien
#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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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 5:25pm
7th Sep 2024 5:25pm
His Chief Servant
His rise began in whispered blight
From cold Angmar’s 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 Rhudaur’s keep
Its towers shorn, its barrows deep
The...
From cold Angmar’s 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 Rhudaur’s keep
Its towers shorn, its barrows deep
The...
#epic
#JRRTolkien
#narrative
#rhyming
#witches
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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
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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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
19th Jan 2022 8:52am
19th Jan 2022 8:52am
Living the Eru
The void before it all was twisting,
where all was undifferentiated.
It was so hollow and slow, consisting
of pre-existance non enunciated.
Not like the void now, blackness creative.
That abyss was the loneliest feeling.
In Melkor rose an impetus imperative,
despite how tired it made his being.
What an irony, isn't it? No, it's beyond.
He stared emptily "If I enter now,
I won't return." Loveless, he does have a bond
and actually amour, with family vowed.
He loves the void, indeed he ever does.
But this is...
where all was undifferentiated.
It was so hollow and slow, consisting
of pre-existance non enunciated.
Not like the void now, blackness creative.
That abyss was the loneliest feeling.
In Melkor rose an impetus imperative,
despite how tired it made his being.
What an irony, isn't it? No, it's beyond.
He stared emptily "If I enter now,
I won't return." Loveless, he does have a bond
and actually amour, with family vowed.
He loves the void, indeed he ever does.
But this is...
#love
#loneliness
#God
#spiritual
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
9th Dec 2021 1:13pm
9th Dec 2021 1:13pm
Sauron, If your eyes were a...
What are you doing?" He appeared.
I was taken by surprise and shock.
I have never seen his attire near
such a vengeance passionate, I'm struck.
I knew he's evil.
I knew he's blood pitch red.
Yet he's differently lethal
around my presence, or in bed.
So far he's been gentle.
Understanding, subtle like a feather.
Today I saw him mental,
his fire, fierce lava, in raw leather.
The black and golden ornaments.
This eye-consuming vivid hair,
beauty unutterable, for his hands
are merciless, My Cruel Honey...
I was taken by surprise and shock.
I have never seen his attire near
such a vengeance passionate, I'm struck.
I knew he's evil.
I knew he's blood pitch red.
Yet he's differently lethal
around my presence, or in bed.
So far he's been gentle.
Understanding, subtle like a feather.
Today I saw him mental,
his fire, fierce lava, in raw leather.
The black and golden ornaments.
This eye-consuming vivid hair,
beauty unutterable, for his hands
are merciless, My Cruel Honey...
#love
#murder
#evil
#passion
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
8th Dec 2021 12:06pm
8th Dec 2021 12:06pm
Maislovaaron Navsegbogdaiar
Hello there, Fair face!"
I smirked with hidden intent;
"Did you finally destroy the race
of Arda that Mordor-wise went?"
But Annatar's insidious.
He plays around with all figures
of Middle Earth's chessboard, so serious.
He always observes and triggers
scenarios, where he gives some hints;
Oh, how does he enjoy their strategies,
when they strive to save their lifes, he wins.
Oh, the bliss of them bloody flatteries.
Will they find their way out?
Ever wondering why he hidden remains?
Why to...
I smirked with hidden intent;
"Did you finally destroy the race
of Arda that Mordor-wise went?"
But Annatar's insidious.
He plays around with all figures
of Middle Earth's chessboard, so serious.
He always observes and triggers
scenarios, where he gives some hints;
Oh, how does he enjoy their strategies,
when they strive to save their lifes, he wins.
Oh, the bliss of them bloody flatteries.
Will they find their way out?
Ever wondering why he hidden remains?
Why to...
#love
#marriage
#evil
#fate
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Nov 2021 8:20pm
13th Nov 2021 8:20pm
Unless I go blind
Is it eyes that the first instance gifted?
Or it was a vision percieving itself solely...
In front, a Flame Imperishable shifted
and twisted its unknownness how... holily?
There is a spark in it, causing benediction.
Otherwise it wouldn't have a starting point..
It would be a ghostly unachieved prediction
that the Fourth attempt would disappoint.
Isn't our God the fourth attempt?
The Trinity that we rever like love,
the very own immortality, exempt
from death of falling apart, unworthy of.
Isn't it a paradox? ...
Or it was a vision percieving itself solely...
In front, a Flame Imperishable shifted
and twisted its unknownness how... holily?
There is a spark in it, causing benediction.
Otherwise it wouldn't have a starting point..
It would be a ghostly unachieved prediction
that the Fourth attempt would disappoint.
Isn't our God the fourth attempt?
The Trinity that we rever like love,
the very own immortality, exempt
from death of falling apart, unworthy of.
Isn't it a paradox? ...
#identity
#science
#God
#astronomy
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
29th Aug 2021 7:13pm
29th Aug 2021 7:13pm
Who's Eru Iluvatar?
Tell me, who is Eru the Creator?"
Who has ever heard of him?
Vague memories gave air to
a space where the faded could sing,
to create a world of itself's perfection,
nothing could repeat the landscape,
therefore, Eru's a Son Co-Ordinating the action
point of the progressive attainment of fate.
"Let's make a mortal of our image Own"
The Father, the Son and the Spirit Holy proclaimed.
The paradise son promised before the Father's throne
to protect his realm from rebellions disdained.
Therefore, if we think...
Who has ever heard of him?
Vague memories gave air to
a space where the faded could sing,
to create a world of itself's perfection,
nothing could repeat the landscape,
therefore, Eru's a Son Co-Ordinating the action
point of the progressive attainment of fate.
"Let's make a mortal of our image Own"
The Father, the Son and the Spirit Holy proclaimed.
The paradise son promised before the Father's throne
to protect his realm from rebellions disdained.
Therefore, if we think...
#religion
#God
#spiritual
#heaven
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
26th Aug 2021 9:41am
26th Aug 2021 9:41am
The 4th attempt of the Real to accomplish Creation
"Morgoth" I uttered first,
tears reflected starlight in my eyes.
"Your crown - it is the Absolute curse"
I thought but never told him he's wise.
"Without your dream, my death is certain"
I pledged while roaming in the sea.
The Real has only one and fourth attempt to live - and it's thy burden,
but empirical deeds do upheave.
I've been pulsating with frustration.
It is not God but the divine,
and the three attempts failed to create Creation
but Morgoth...
tears reflected starlight in my eyes.
"Your crown - it is the Absolute curse"
I thought but never told him he's wise.
"Without your dream, my death is certain"
I pledged while roaming in the sea.
The Real has only one and fourth attempt to live - and it's thy burden,
but empirical deeds do upheave.
I've been pulsating with frustration.
It is not God but the divine,
and the three attempts failed to create Creation
but Morgoth...
#God
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#SelfDiscovery
#JRRTolkien
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