Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Comments about Edgar Allan Poe

  • Rookie Ha Ha (7/4/2010 5:14:00 AM)

    I have a picture that's about this poet. But I don't know how to send it to you

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  • Rookie Isabella Fortunato (5/29/2010 2:51:00 PM)

    This guy is one of the best poet's ever! I obsolutly love his poems.

  • Rookie Jane Van Doe (3/9/2010 2:21:00 PM)

    To Edgar - whom I love in verse
    Whose soul has met a desperate curse
    Never to know his life's own worth

    To Edgar - whom I've longed to meet
    Whose purpose left him incomplete
    Whose very hand spelled out defeat

    To Edgar - who has come to fame
    Yet while he walked - it was in shame
    A haunted life - but not in vain

    To Edgar - whose shadow falls on my floor
    Whose unseen hands tap on my door
    Whose pen shall move.... ah.... NEVERMORE

  • Rookie Rachel Hargraves (10/31/2009 12:00:00 PM)

    I don't know if E.A.P. was a believer in Christ Jesus, but I am and when I read a lot of his poems I take them to be speaking of t power of God... Anyone else get what I'm saying? If you do have a good understanding of God try reading them from a Christ-like perspective... Let me know what you think, my e-mail is rachelhargraves@netzero.com, I'm rally interested in hearing what others have to say about this :)

  • Rookie Annabel Lee (6/24/2009 11:42:00 PM)

    This is one of my favorite poems of all time too! I'm sure it's about his wife (Virginia Clemm, his first cousin) who he married when he was 27 and she was 13. They lived together with her mother, brother and... I forget who... from the time she was 7 too so I'm sure they must have had a crush on each other long before they were married. History says they adored each other. So apparently, she was literally a child when they fell in love and he was a child at heart. The 'Kingdom by the Sea' was Baltimore. He wasted away and died 2 years after she did.

  • Rookie Tess Bybee (1/27/2009 12:21:00 AM)

    Psh, Edgar Allan Poe is totally boss, I don't care what anyone says, he's a good poet.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,928 Points p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:36:00 AM)

    your poems wonder me.

  • Rookie Knight in missouri : D (3/26/2008 1:38:00 PM)

    You all are talking bout edgar allan poe. Some good and some bad. Yes in peoples eyes some poems is good and some are bad and even depressing. But no matter what kind of comment you make just remember this. Mr. Poe is and always will be a legend. He is a good poet. Everyone knows he is. He made a name for him self. He followed his dream and it payed off in the end. and he made alot of money with his poetry. So befor you bring the man down just listen and dont judge a book by its cover.
    thank you

  • Rookie Andy Lopez (3/25/2008 3:33:00 AM)

    this guy got a few goods but the rest r 2 depressing for me

  • Rookie Kristyn Sommers (10/13/2007 3:01:00 PM)

    I've been waiting a long time to tell you this...well actually not too long because I just found out about this website today, but still. You really bake my potato Edgar Allen Poe! You suck and your poems suck and your moustache sucks!

Best Poem of Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In ...

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To Helen - 1848

I saw thee once- once only- years ago:
I must not say how many- but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the upturned faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,

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