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Step into the dark and twisted world of Gollum with our collection of Gollum poems. These poems delve into the depths of obsession and possession, capturing the essence of this complex character from J.R.R. Tolkien’s legendary tales. From the haunting whispers of the One Ring to the inner turmoil of a fractured soul, each poem offers a glimpse into Gollum’s tortured existence. Some are short and sharp, like the sting of a blade, while others meander through the murky waters of his twisted mind. Through these poems, we navigate the treacherous paths of Gollum’s journey, where light and darkness dance in a precarious balance. Explore more fictional character poems like Smeagol or Frodo Baggins for a deeper dive into the world of Middle-earth.
Conflict and Obsession:
Gollum’s mind, a twisted fight,
Obsession’s grip, day and night.
Precious whispers in his ear,
Driving madness, feeding fear.
Duality and Strife:
Smeagol battles Gollum’s voice,
In his heart, there is no choice.
Torn between the dark and light,
A tragic figure in the night.
Loss and Longing:
Longing for the ring he lost,
Paying dearly for the cost.
Gollum’s tale, a sorrowed plight,
Shadows cast in endless night.
The Split Soul:
Gollum, twisted, seeks his prize,
In every shadow, Smeagol cries.
The Ring’s dark whisper in his ear,
A constant torment, ever near.
In cave’s deep gloom, he hides away,
From light of sun, from light of day.
A tale of loss, of greed’s cruel snare,
In every heart, his pain lays bare.
Precious’ Lament:
In Gollum’s eyes, a spark remains,
Of Smeagol’s love, of Smeagol’s chains.
Through paths of dark and paths of light,
He battles with his inner fight.
The Ring’s cold grip, it takes its toll,
On shattered mind and shattered soul.
A tragic tale of dual fates,
In every heart, his sorrow waits.
The Two Sides of Gollum
In darkness deep, beneath the ground,
Gollum, with whispers all around.
A creature torn by the Ring’s dark might,
Between Smeagol’s love and Gollum’s spite.
“My precious,” he whispers in the gloom,
In his cave, where shadows loom.
The Ring’s dark hold, a curse so tight,
Twisting soul and blurring sight.
Once a hobbit, now a wretch,
In Smeagol’s heart, a hope does stretch.
To be free of the Ring’s cruel bind,
Yet Gollum’s voice, forever twined.
Tolkien’s tale of sorrow’s deep,
In Gollum’s soul, the secrets keep.
A tragic figure, lost and pained,
In every heart, his story remained.
The Twisted Soul
In shadows deep, where whispers cling,
Gollum hides, with cursed ring.
A twisted soul, with voices near,
He fights himself, both love and fear.
With eyes like moons, and skin so pale,
His mind a storm, his spirit frail.
The precious calls, he can’t resist,
In darkened caves, where hopes persist.
The twisted soul, of loss and pain,
In every heart, his echoes remain.
Through riddles dark and fates entwined,
Gollum’s tale, a fractured mind.
