Poems About: RAVEN

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

  • 349.
    Desert Eve

    In burning shades of red,
    The sun will shed its light,
    And fade through whispering clouds.
    As night whisks in, so proud, read more »

    M. Richard Smith
  • 350.
    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
  • 351.
    In the dead of the night

    From great depths of your subconscious
    Arises a mystical vision of the future
    A giant vertical pulsating tube reaching heaven
    Behold the beast that's born once in a millenium read more »

    Aram Stefanian
  • 352.
    Cornwall

    Mystic land
    Set in the sea
    To catch in summer sun
    In winter mist and tree bent storm read more »

    Egal Bohen
  • 353.
    Petition

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

    Why to the window go? read more »

    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  • 354.
    Lines.—When this heart is cold and still

    When this heart is cold and still,
    And can throb for thee no more;
    When it wakes not to the thrill
    Of the harp's wild chord; read more »

    Louisa Stuart Costello
  • 355.
    Crippled [Word-by-letter poem]

    Crushed.
    Ravens'
    Incisions
    Pulling......... read more »

    dania santiago
  • 356.
    Supernova

    With black haired raven mist,
    In a fair skinned perfect hue.
    And the most precious jewel lips can kiss
    In this world is you. read more »

    Andrew Hussey
  • 357.
    Don't Punish Me Hard

    Don't punish me hard
    I am too young to die
    I recall my birth
    The day is not too old read more »

    samuel nze
  • 358.
    while the raven reminisces

    Drunk on drunken kisses wild and wet,
    flushed your face, your body wedged with mine,
    fingers gently eloquent we let
    tongues and even sweeter parts combine. read more »

    gershon hepner
  • 359.
    Night

    Hours of darkness,
    Stars gleaming like precious jewels
    ini the light of the ivory moon
    against a background read more »

    Kimberly Kastner
  • 360.
    A BeAPoeIt Poem

    I say I'm not a poet, For like of which I know it,
    Rhymes absurd in metered word,
    Describing not a poet read more »

    Paul Moosberg
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