Poems About: RAVEN
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
I'm sitting in a dimly lit room,
the only sounds,
are the sweet caws,
of the crows and the ravens, read more »Robert Rumery
122.The ravens of Ecclesbourne
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 »GORDON BUTCHERS
Hope dims when we are parted,
removed from the source of its brilliance.
That lurking predator, Doubt, read more »Lydia Thacker
124.The Black Bird
A black raven sits
On a pale white windowsill.
Watching a blank empty soulless being,
Lay in an endless sleep. read more »Natai Storm
125.Hans Huckebein part one
Hier sieht man Fritz, den muntern Knaben,
Nebst Huckebein, dem jungen Raben.
Behold young Fritz, a lively lad, read more »Wilhelm Busch
126.Upon the Eaves
Upon the eaves, tomorrow's eve,
Unfolding sorrow takes its leave,
In cresting night's arresting heart,
Protesting craven flight departs. read more »Robert Kane
127.Ravens In Job' the prophet'!
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 »Shireen Ramadan
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 »Jeff Nesvig
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 »Haytem Fakroun
130.A Bird’s-Eye View
'Croak, croak, croak,'
Thus the Raven spoke,
Perched on his crooked tree
As hoarse as hoarse could be. read more »Christina Georgina Rossetti
131.The Raven. Christmas Tale, Told By A School-Boy To His Little Brothers And Sisters
Underneath an old oak tree
There was of swine a huge company
That grunted as they crunched the mast
For that was ripe, and fell full fast. read more »Samuel Taylor Coleridge
132.A Ballad, Shewing How An Old Woman Rode Double, And Who Rode Before Her
The Raven croak'd as she sate at her meal,
And the Old Woman knew what he said,
And she grew pale at the Raven's tale, read more »Robert Southey