Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Comments about Edgar Allan Poe

  • Lizzie Nelson (4/30/2013 7:40:00 AM)

    he is a really really good poet!

    92 person liked.
    138 person did not like.
  • Chris Bellen (2/13/2013 8:05:00 AM)

    they do not have to rhyme to be poetry poetry is the heart real life live feelings dreams where u get your swagger again please do tell rap

  • Chris Bellen (2/13/2013 8:05:00 AM)

    they do not have to rhyme to be poetry poetry is the heart real life live feelings dreams where u get your swagger again please do tell rap

  • Swagger Mcjagger (1/10/2013 11:43:00 AM)

    I like how his poems have a happy mood to them but they don't rhyme and poems have to rhyme

  • Kat Wong (11/10/2012 12:53:00 PM)

    how can you not like him? his poems are amazing + he was able to suffer through a hard life w/o to many issues
    seriously guys
    PS. READ his poem ALONE

  • A T (9/22/2012 2:17:00 AM)

    wow so many dislikes. i know he wasnt the nicest guy in the world but who are you? who are you to disrespect a persons legacy and life's achievement? you don't like what he has to say then don't read it. snobs.

  • Juan Olivarez Juan Olivarez (5/18/2012 12:00:00 PM)

    There are two kinds of poets. Edgar Allen Poe, and everybody else. nuff said.

  • Cloe De Nlie (5/15/2012 10:02:00 AM)

    Poe is my fav poet he is soooooo cool

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (5/14/2012 8:54:00 AM)

    Yet we read your poems and short stories from the farthest corner of the world and get surprised.

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (5/14/2012 8:52:00 AM)

    Yet we read your poems and short stories from the farthest corner of the world and get surprised.

Best Poem of Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In ...

Read the full of Annabel Lee

To M.L.S.

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
Of all to whom thine absence is the night-
The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sun- of all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hope- for life- ah! above all,
For the resurrection of deep-buried faith
In Truth- in Virtue- in Humanity-
Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen

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