Poems About: RAVEN

Met a woman
said her name was Raven
she reminded me
of a little piece of heaven read more »

Wind whispers through fingers
of ebony black pinions
Head cocked to watch me
as he drifts past my eyes read more »

White Raven's eyes erased,
This there life of meaning,
Flying through him was his name by nature
Where there might be a Raven be? read more »

With it's lustrous laminated feather,
with it's mighty silver- black wings,
With it's weathered and chipped beak,
The crow perched high in his throne of twigs. read more »

I'm sitting in a dimly lit room,
the only sounds,
are the sweet caws,
of the crows and the ravens, read more »

The dark shadow of a large corvus
A mere crow,
No'a bird far larger far more supreme,
The harbinger of doom so they say read more »

Hope dims when we are parted,
removed from the source of its brilliance.

That lurking predator, Doubt, read more »

Hier sieht man Fritz, den muntern Knaben,
Nebst Huckebein, dem jungen Raben.

Behold young Fritz, a lively lad, read more »

Surrealed in a prophet, he was the painting, in colours ov suffering, the charred in humanity.
To forbid the curse ov secreted bile, inside a sable liver, to devour my ravens.
In colours ov humans, surreal to heal them, in recess ov Job, to grieve the seven.
Up to up, conceit ov sockets, forbear my bones to evaporate in him. read more »

She lifted it gently off the wall
And looked into the eyes
Of the reflection and the picture
That looked back at her from behind the frame and glass. read more »

In all the cities I’ve been. Your ghostly shadow linger.
Its keeps haunting me, into a dreadful chamber.
Where your face appears, to make your missing grow stronger.
It leaves me in my solitude. Solely facing my anger.. read more »

'Croak, croak, croak,'
Thus the Raven spoke,
Perched on his crooked tree
As hoarse as hoarse could be. read more »