Welcome to the Poetry Section for the Realm of Manwe. Here is some of the wonderful poetry written by our members.

The Realm of Manwe
By El~Cugu
In the air, among the clouds in the sky
Here is where the birds of Manwe fly
Looking at the land, and the water that flows
The true beauty of earth shows
With the stars of Varda lighting my way
In all the realms this is where I stay
In the realm of Manwe Sulimo

Eagle
By ~ForeverElvish~
Soaring high above the Earth,
No price can equal what it's worth.
Flapping, gliding, flying high,
The noble gaurdian of the sky.
He cries with his thounderous voice,
In times of danger, or rejoice.
None have equalled, yet, his might,
Mastering his skill in flight,
Though others try with all thier might,
Thier goal, it seems, is far from sight.
He flies with grace and soars with ease,
Far rom reach above the trees.
Soaring high above the Earth,
No price can equal what it's worth.
Flapping, gliding, flying high,
The noble gaurdian of the sky.

The Elven Prince of Mirkwood
By ~ForeverElvish~
From a Kingdom deep inside the woods,
Mirkwood is it's name,
Came an Elven Prince, tall and fair,
He was proud and without shame.
Though dark the history of his home,
His soul was full of light,
He found peace in solitude,
And loved the starry night.
His hair had the gold of sunrise,
So sleek and soft and fair,
To the middle of his back it fell,
And never did it snare.
His eyes were crystal pools,
Deep and knowing, seeing far,
As blue as the ocean deep,
Yet shining like the stars.
His skin was clear as the summer sky,
No spot nor blemish in sight,
As soft and smooth as silken sheets
In the moonlight, shining bright.
His voice is that of singing birds,
In the dawning of the day,
He sang his songs all beautifully,
As is the Elven way.
His skill was that of Archery,
His skill was yet unmatched,
No one who had challenged him,
Had gone away unscratched.
His mind was wise as any,
Surpassing quite a few,
A paradox of memories,
Of knowledge, old and new.
To Rivendell, he was called forth,
To journey on a quest,
To destroy the Ring of Power,
He hoped it would turn out for the best.
Far atop Mt. Caradhras,
Where they nearly met their doom,
He used his eyes and keen Elven ears,
To hear Saruman's evil voice boom.
Deep in the Mines of Moria,
His skills of combat were of worth,
When they jumped arcross the crumbling stair,
He made sure none fell to the Earth.
When the Fellowship had left
The fair Lothlorien,
He felt that the Urukai,
Were drawing near again.
When the Horn of Gondor
Had sounded the last time,
It was he and he alone,
Who had heard it's desperate cry.
What depth and wonders his heart conseals
We may never know,
And though the Elves are gone from here,
We still can feel the Elven touch,
Whenever the wind blows.

Sorry
By El~Cugu
I don't know why I do the things I do
I hate when I insult you
I don't know why I say the things I say
I cry when I make you feel that way
I try to tell you how I feel
But I just don't know if what we have is real
You're the best thing thats ever happened to me
In writing this I am hoping you will see
Just how much you mean to me.