The Poetry Collections of a Forest Dwarf

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Introduction:

This documents aims to create an Anthology of poetry written by and created by various Forest Dwarves. However this does not mean however that works by other dwarves, or even other races will be entirely excluded. The goal of this project is to immortalize the unique culture of the Forest Dwedmar, so that future generations of dwarves can learn of their traditions, beliefs and way of life.

 

The Poetry Collections of a Forest Dwarf is assembled by Garedyn The Mossy.

 

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Poems:

 

1.

The Firefly Queen:

-By an unknown Forest Dwarf (Written by VerminHunter)

 

Oh, my Firefly Queen,

Your subjects gather at night,

They flicker, wishing to be seen,

awestruck by your beauty and light.

 

Oh, my Firefly Queen,

Your shine never wanes,

and sun makes the dark green.

The night cannot bind with its chains.

 

Oh, my Firefly Queen,

It is now early and bright,

I dearly miss your glean,

But I know you will return tonight.

 

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2.

Elegy for our Kin:

-By an Elder of The Mossborn Clan (Written by VerminHunter)

 

Risen from soil,

Suckled on dew,

The ground you toiled,

Your spirit, it flew.

Wrinkles of rings,

Spirit like a spring.

 

You are not alone,

though we remain,

The King on his throne,

wants you to join him in reign.

When the orchids will bloom,

Ye armoured entombed,

Our love won’t be torn,

When you are reborn.

 

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3.

Sunflower:

-By Sir Borris Kortrevich (Written by tcs_tonsils_ (mc))

 

As golden the afternoon sun, you outstretched

Yourself high into the air.

Tall and beautiful, you

Tower above everything and everyone.

Green leaves topped with a yellow brimmed hat.

 

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4.

A Forest Poem:

-By Nivndil Duskhollow (Written by unknown)

 

Puerith’leyu.

 

The trees they stand,

A clamour of souls.

 

Their voices born on

Winds, are old.

 

Boughs up high,

Fairy halls.

 

Roots below,

Silent foot-falls.

 

They stand and wait,

For times unborn.

 

To whisper secrets,

Before words were forged.

 

Amongst their trunks,

Beneath canopy dome.

 

To Bate in twilight,

The trees my home.

 

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5.

Gold of Woods:

-By Garedyn The Mossy (Written by Vermin Hunter)

 

Hand made by countless hands.

Over plains, lakes and lands.

None compare to its splendour

Every wants you from ages yore,

Yellow, rich, golden and delicious.

 

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6.

Mushroom:

-By Garedyn The Mossy (Written by Vermin Hunter)

 

There was once a shroom on a tree,

With a red cap for all to see,

A dwarf took a bite.

He then caught a fright,

He fell, clutching his heart, to his knees.

 

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7.

Wooden Bastion:

-By an admirer of trees (Written by Vermin Hunter)

 

Your hide is amazing and so tough

Rings of age showing your wisdom

Standing tall, never falling

Enduring all with pride

Leader of the wood

Strong and mighty

Stoic Grove

A brave

Oak

 

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8.

In The Sky:

-By an unknown Forest Dwarf (Written by Vermin Hunter)

 

Night swallows fly by,

So late at night in the sky,

Speeding with the wind,

 

Agile and graceful,

They are boundless, like comets

Unfettered, unchained.

 

To be one of them,

One has to let go of all

The price of freedom

 

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9.

Omen:

-By an unknown Forest Dwarf (Written by Vermin Hunter)

 

The silence of leaves

The stillness of trees

We must appease the raven

 

The lack of game

No wild to tame

We must appease the boar

 

The dryness of air,

No water in the lair

We must appease the pike

 

The crackling roar

The burning floor

We must run from our home.

 

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10.

Bloom:

-By a Garedyn The Mossy (Written by Vermin Hunter)

 

Petals

The fields shift hue

Their scent is lifted up

How wonder full, fields of beauty

Blossoms.

Edited June 30, 2022 by VerminHunter
Added more poems

[The Harbinger 336]

Glod Would nod to Garyndin. "Yer sing et well lad."

Edited June 17, 2022 by The Harbinger

[ronin_champloo 5951]

((Pretty goods great job))

[OldeTymer 322]

His left nostril wrinkled as Vigr Treebeard sniffled, trying to suck in the tear before it fell down his cheek, instead having to catch it with a single swipe of a stubby finger, "How love-leh, oooh 'tis mooshroom steugh fer da soul..."

[Forestdwarfman 298]

"Whe s'uld do some song together..." The elderly forest dwarf mumbled with a toothless lisp, reaching for his old and poorly held together banjo. "Even the frogs wuld turn to dancing, and theh 'ate dancin.."