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Tangerine May 4
𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 π’½π’Άπ“ˆ 𝒻𝒢𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃,
π“‰π’½π“Šπ“ƒπ’Ήπ‘’π“‡ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔,
π“‡π“Šπ“‚π’·π“π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’»π“π’Άπ“ˆπ’½π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“ˆπ“€π“Ž.
𝑅𝒢𝒾𝓃 π’Ύπ“ˆ 𝒻𝒢𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“Œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ’Ή π’Ύπ“ˆ π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“‡π“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π“‰π‘œ π“Œπ’Άπ’Ύπ“.
π’œ π“π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’ 𝓉𝓇𝒢𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒢𝓃 𝒷𝑒 π“ˆπ‘’π‘’π“ƒ π“Œπ’Άπ“π“€π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘”,
π“Œπ’Άπ“π“€π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘”, π‘’π“ƒπ’Ήπ“Šπ“‡π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π’Ήπ“‡π‘’π’Άπ“‡π“Ž π“Œπ‘’π’Άπ“‰π’½π‘’π“‡ 𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 π“ˆπ’½π‘’ π“‡π‘’π’Άπ’Έπ’½π‘’π“ˆ 𝒽𝑒𝓇 π’Ήπ‘’π“ˆπ“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ’Άπ“‰π’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒ.
-π’―π‘œπ‘œπ“€π“π’Άπ“ƒπ’Ή (πŸ§π‘€π’Ύπ“π‘’π“ˆ)

𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇,
𝐻𝑒𝒢𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“Œπ’Άπ’Ύπ“π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’Έπ“‡π’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ π‘œπ’» π’·π’Άπ“ƒπ“ˆπ’½π‘’π‘’π“ˆ π“…π’Άπ“ˆπ“ˆπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’·π“Ž,
π’―π‘’π“‡π“‡π‘œπ“‡ π“ˆπ“‰π“‡π’Ύπ“€π‘’π“ˆ 𝒽𝑒𝓇, π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“ π“ˆπ’½π‘’ 𝒻𝒢𝒾𝓃𝓉 π‘œπ“‡ π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“ π“ˆπ’½π‘’ π’Έπ“‡π“Ž?
π’ͺ𝓇 π“…π‘’π“‡π’½π’Άπ“…π“ˆ, 𝒢 π“ˆπ“…π’Άπ“‡π“€ π‘œπ’» π’Έπ‘œπ“Šπ“‡π’Άπ‘”π‘’ π“ˆπ’½π‘’ π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“ 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹.
π’―π‘œ π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“ƒπ’Ή π“ˆπ“‰π“‡π‘œπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒢𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 π’»π“‡π‘œπ“ƒπ“‰ π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒢𝒸𝓀 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇'π“ˆ π“ˆπ‘œπ“Šπ“π“π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ π‘’π“Žπ‘’.
-πΈπ“ƒπ’Έπ‘œπ“Šπ“ƒπ“‰π‘’π“‡ π“Œπ’Ύπ“‰π’½ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐡𝓁𝒢𝒸𝓀 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 (πŸ₯𝟀 π‘€π’Ύπ“π‘’π“ˆ)

𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’Άπ’Ύπ“‡π“Ž,
𝐡𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’Έπ’½π‘’π‘’π“‡π“Ž,
𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’·π‘’π“π“π“ˆ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“ˆπ“Šπ‘”π’Άπ“‡ π“…π“π“Šπ“‚ π’»π’Άπ’Ύπ“‡π“Ž.
πΌπ“ˆ π“Œπ’½π’Άπ“‰ 𝐼 π“‰π’½π‘œπ“Šπ‘”π’½π“‰ π“‰π’½π‘’π“Ž π“Œπ‘œπ“Šπ“π’Ή 𝒷𝑒,
π’©π‘œπ“‰ π“ƒπ’Άπ“‡π’Έπ’Ύπ“ˆπ“ˆπ’Ύπ“ˆπ“‰π’Ύπ’Έ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“ˆπ“ƒπ‘œπ“‰π“‰π“Ž,
𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“†π“Šπ’Ύπ“‰π‘’ 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇-π’½π’Άπ“…π“…π“Ž.
-𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 πΈπ“π“‹π‘’π“ˆ (𝟦𝟣 π“‚π’Ύπ“π‘’π“ˆ)
I found these poems while I'm going through my posts in Nerd Fitness. This was when I started completing steps on the app, Walk to Mordor and I wrote poems when the mood strikes me after reaching a destination.
Azathoth Apr 2019
I am a prisoner to the rings magic,
As the elves sing a tale so tragic,
A fellowship of friends embark from the city of elves,
And on the path to a red glowing hell.

He gave me this ring with fear in his eyes,
A powerful magic that filled our heads with lies,
I must throw it into the fires of doom,
No matter the cost,
Leaving the shire, i must depart soon.
For I am a Baggins,
And we may wander,
But never get lost.

Look for me in the sky,
Look for me under the ground,
Look for me on the back of an eagle,
You will find me going westbound.
Just a small one about Frodo :)
Uta Jun 2018
She gave him with her cold elvish crystal hands,

a bottle of starlight,

that will protect him from the evil outside and it's poisoning blackness,

for it will show him that there will always be light in his life.

He gave her with his warm, ***** and damaged humanly hands,

a pearl from a shell, from its wavey sea,

of which men have traveled upon for many years.

It will remind her of what a man can give when having a clean and kind soul.

Till this day she has the pearl,

and it makes her smile,

every time when she sees it,

as if,

a human and an elf were meant to be,

a mortal with an immortal.
Comment and tell me what you think!

(the first short part was from Lord of The Rings when Galadriel gives Frodo a  small crystal bottle of liquid which contains the light of EΓ€rendil's star in the water of Galadriel's fountain. Other is all made up ofc.)
"One to find, to bring
One to bind,
..into everything."

Winter Sparrow Dec 2016
Here I sit, quietly and peacefully,
while the rest are out drinking,
planning their boring futures,
meeting their β€˜soul mates’.

Here I sit, wondering and gazing,
how great my life would be,
If I got my Hogwarts letter at 11,
Experiencing the world of wizards.

Here I sit, thinking and guessing
How different my life would be
If I went fishing and found a rare gold ring,
A ring that would bring so much change in the world.

Here I sit, giggling and imagining
How different my life would be
If my best friend was Captain Jack Sparrow,
And live our lives plundering and sailing on open seas.

Here I sit, realising,
Its all a dream of mine,
Just wishful thinking.
About what could be.

Here I sit, not alone,
But with many like me
Wishing that this could be real.
Trying to create what isn't.
In a hand
Soft and small
A deadly band
To rule them all

My Master calls
Please don't let go
From hand I fall
Must this be so?

Down I go
Through dark and deep
Towards fire
And never ending sleep

The fire, it melts
My soul destroyed
My hope is gone
Here comes the void

For ever and after
Thus we remain
My Master and I
No longer twain
This is a poem about the ending of the Ring in The Lord of the Rings, from the Ring's point of view.
For those of you who are not familiar with the word, twain is an old term that means 'two'.
With a sigh you turn away
With a deepening heart
No more words to say
You will find that the world
Has changed forever

And the trees are now turning
From green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you closer

Time and tide will sweep away.
Liv Tyler, from The Return of the King

— The End —