3 result(s) for Middle Earth Poems.
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Blooming Peace of the Shire
In the heart of the Shire where the hobbits play,
Fields of green whisper secrets of day.
After the storm, in the sun's warm embrace,
Petals unfold, draping joy on each face.
With every soft raindrop, the earth takes a breath,
Fragrant the promise of life after death.
Primroses dance in their vibrant attire,
While the murmuring brook sings of hope and fire.
From the depths of the night, when the skies filled with doom,
To the dawn's golden light, and the wild flowers bloom.
Peace reigns in the valley, in this haven unscarred,
In the Shire's sweet embrace, the heart remains charred.
The River's Lament
In the heart of Middle Earth, where the ancient echoes flow,
A river winds through valleys deep, where time's old secrets grow.
With waters clear as crystal dreams, it carries tales untold,
Of lost realms draped in shadows, and heroes brave and bold.
It sings of Elven whispers, on moonlit shores so bright,
And battles fought in silence, 'neath the tapestry of night.
With every ripple dancing, it weaves the lore of yore,
A melody of ages past, of lands we can't restore.
The mountains loom in silence, their crowns of snow aglow,
While trees stand sentinel, the only ones to know.
They listen to the river's song, a mournful, haunting sound,
Of kingdoms lost to time's embrace, where dreams can still be found.
Starlit Revelry
In the Shire’s embrace, where the wildflowers sway,
Hobbits gather 'neath stars, letting worries decay.
With pipe songs and laughter, the night softly glows,
As they twirl and they leap where the evening wind blows.
The moon spills her silver on the green, grassy ground,
While melodies echo, enchantingly bound.
Jigs filled with joy, hand in hand they will spin,
In this woven tapestry, fellowship begins.
Their hearts light as feathers, in this magical hour,
Amidst ancient trees, beneath twilight’s soft power.
With the grace of the stars, they dance ever free,
In the heart of Middle Earth, where the world feels like glee.
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