Poems About: RAVEN

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

  • 337.
    FRIENDSHIP

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    Fredrick McDonald
  • 338.
    Broken Heart

    You left my Broken
    heart to rott.
    Gnarled in the decaying weeds. read more »

    Derek Germain
  • 339.
    Ghost Of A Maiden

    It's the end of an era
    Another soul sold
    To thou who is judging
    Our rise and our fall read more »

    Anni Sane
  • 340.
    Revival

    Such a horrid thought appeared this eve
    Whilst the lonesome raven perched in the tree
    And his ghastly eyes burned hot upon me
    I shiver and think “it cannot be” read more »

    L.W. Smith
  • 341.
    TORCH AFTER TORCH

    Do you prefer;
    As ravens do
    Winter’s chill
    Empty limbs read more »

    Ray Lucero
  • 342.
    I'll Be The End

    When the light starts to fade and tears dowse the purple sky
    Look for me in the dirt
    Wild weeds growing through my rusty chains. read more »

    Catherine E. Quince
  • 343.
    Ode to Saskia

    When Marvell's gardens won't suffice
    We row our minds to paradise,
    And find ourselves on distant shores
    At home by hearth in marshy moors, read more »

    Toney Brooks
  • 344.
    Holocaust

    Under raven-black starless skies,
    I hear all the mourners cries.

    Hollow, Prosthetic God, No Salvation. read more »

    Derek Germain
  • 345.
    Raven Site Ruin

    So it seems, Raven Site was home to Anasazi
    An ancient people vanished unto time,
    My eyes did view their ruins with dismay,
    appalled by restorations disarray-- read more »

    Joya Fairchild
  • 346.
    Carnivore

    Loneliness comes on midnight winds,
    To light upon your shoulder.
    And the hours grow long, the night, black
    Illuminated by the stark white faces of lost loves. read more »

    Linda Collins
  • 347.
    The Raven

    The raven walked up the handrail to where he would hop onto the low
    branch of the tree. He turned around, cocked his head, then looked at
    me. A drop of rain fell on his beak. He shook it off and then he glanced
    toward the sea. A wall of rain was coming our way so he walked deeper read more »

    Alyce M. Nielson
  • 348.
    Petition

    OH thou sweet maiden fair,
    Thou with the raven hair,

    Why to the window go? read more »

    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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