Poems About: RAVEN

In this page, poems on / about “raven” are listed.

  • 109.
    Without you

    I ignore the day who seeks me
    In the camouflaged golden noon
    It lingers in the balconies of lazy houses
    On the trees that mingle with birds read more »

    Sharad Jambhrunkar
  • 110.
    For Edgar Allan

    No not alone I dare suggest,
    Though all alone you felt; the rest
    Forsaking you upon the stage
    Midst blinding lights and audience rage. read more »

    Hm. Nes
  • 111.
    Gordale’s Raven King

    On Gordale’s lofty, craggy heights
    Which, riven, grasp heavens in their maw
    The royal raven claimed his rights
    In croaking, harsh, imperious caw. read more »

    C Richard Miles
  • 112.
    Edgar Allan Poe

    An American literary icon but what caused his death none seem to know
    He was more than a man of words the great Edgar Allan Poe
    He died when in his forties his best writing years of him ahead
    His fame has attained greatness and he is widely read. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 113.
    Rainbow

    A flock of doves cast down glances of disapproval at the raven as she sits upon their perch
    They move her form their spot with cackles and howls of teasing and foul words
    Alone in a field of self pity she awaits for a ray of happiness to save her soul from its demise
    No one took into consideration that black is just as beautiful as white read more »

    olivia helmes
  • 114.
    The Invisible Raven

    The words i put on paper is what i live with every day;
    Even though i write them down the feelings always seem to stay;
    The more and more i write them down the more and more i cry;
    I wish my pain had wings so i could make it all just fly; read more »

    Melissa Broomhead
  • 115.
    The Land Of Edgar Allan

    Remember The Raven?
    We do around here.
    The Domino too, upon sunset appears.
    A fallen man's point. read more »

    HediTedi
  • 116.
    Raven Of One

       Raven of one beckoning at the earliest of eve takes perch upon the black coal seam, disappearing into it's hollows, watching me  as the days light falls to the shadows.  
       What significance brings you guardian of the dead?  Does your piercing stares bring of bad news and despair, or is my soul lost and you're here to collect the fare?   read more »

    Ron Pate
  • 117.
    Truth Can Be A Boring Neccessity For Poets

    The aim of the poet, this frivolous
    Foggy drip morn...
    Is not to in-line 'untruths' in poems...
    Not 'lies' like we know, read more »

    elysabeth faslund
  • 118.
    Depths

    Depths I try not know
    Though my heart tells me so.
    The boy, guy, peer I dream,
    Mysterious like the uncertainty of a midsummer’s night dream. read more »

    Cynthia Salinas
  • 119.
    Whatsoever

    Old haggard poltergeist
    Caught in bizarre ambush

    Powers of twenty ravens read more »

    Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)
  • 120.
    A Stave Of Roving Tim

    The wind is East, the wind is West,
    Blows in and out of haven; read more »

    George Meredith
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