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Poems About: RAVEN

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

  • 349.
    He Read To Me

    the first time that i heard your name
    i thought that i would go insane
    it sounded like a summer breeze
    i was so young i could not explain read more »

    Faith Elizabeth Brigham
  • 350.
    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
  • 351.
    I Can Only Write Like Me

    Poet Poe, though 'Raven' mad
    His work could all excite
    Forever, I'd be mighty glad
    If I could Poe-like write read more »

    Stanley Cooper
  • 352.
    Three Maids

    In three years, three maids
    Have haunted, phantomwise
    My soul throughout the night. read more »

    David Lacey
  • 353.
    Raven Black.

    Oh Raven black with pearly eye
    You come to watch the living die
    You perch amid this graveyard scene
    The silence broken by your scream read more »

    Graham Jones
  • 354.
    Spawn

    At the intersection of two lost highways to heaven
    I met with a weird bird with a human face
    The color of its bulging eyes, violet and raven
    Rang a bell, yet was I that scared to touch base read more »

    Aram Stefanian
  • 355.
    Night

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

    Kimberly Kastner
  • 356.
    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
  • 357.
    Buncefield: The Memory Depot

    The roof of dreams crashed on my head,
    up-puppeting me to an ash dawn
    as my window-frames St.Vitus danced.
    By breakfast it was World News read more »

    Richard George
  • 358.
    Nevermore

    I never was a kola kid
    walkin through the halls of low school
    one word, freak
    is all i ever heard read more »

    Kandace Schofield
  • 359.
    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
  • 360.
    Gloria's Glorious Glory

    the festival began at dusk
    amidst the rings of fairy dust
    beating paths the fair and mild
    and joyous came from miles and miles read more »

    Maynard Hartman
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