Tribute to Poe's 'The Raven'Once upon a midnight dreary, all who pondered weak and weary,Tribute to Poe's 'The Raven'6 years ago in Concrete Poetry
Thought and sought to solve their queary, on all the trials and woes of life.
Then the silent screams awaken, all love'd lost and were forsaken,
Many gifts and off'rings taken, sunk deep into them like a knife.
Words of pride and joy and sorrow, plunged deep into them like a knife.
And thus they go on with their life.
Then once upon that moonlit hour, hidden from scorn and heated glower,
Thoughts of many gifted flower, still thriving on avoiding strife.
While they pondered thoughts were fleeting, many others they were greeting,
All but death was what they're cheating, still driving on avoiding strife.
Then through the sky the light does come, cutting through just like a knife,
Stopping the flowers' chance for life.
Edgar Allan PoeEdgar Allan PoeEdgar Allan Poe2 years ago in Free Verse
He was the foremost writer of dark literature
He had a taste for the macabre
He was one of the creators of gothic poetry
He had a grasp of the sinister and tragic
Edgar Allan Poe was a master of his art
Was he touched by the Devil or by God?
He married his cousin Virginia
And they shared a short period of happiness
But she died young
It was a devastating blow
He had a melancholic mind
And created some of the world's greatest fiction
He wrote stories of great tragedy and sadness
Including the Masque of Red Death and Premature Burial
He wrote stories about the plague and being buried alive
He has inspired writers through the generations
He was one of the first great gothic writers
Along with Mary Shelley and Bram Stoker
He has inspired millions of dark souls
We salute you Edgar
And acknowledge your genius
Thank you for sharing your darkest nightmares
We hope you finally found peace
A tribute to PoeOnce apon a day unspoken,A tribute to Poe12 years ago in Free Verse
As I sat there, battered,broken,
Sifting through the dreams it seems would never leave the mind's harbour,
While I peered into the depths,
Searched for comfort midst defects,
finding either, neither seemed the simplest of my labour,
As the ringing in my head,
Likened me better to the dead,
And riptide tore me bleeding from life's unspoiled shore,
And the cackling broken voice,
And that shattered path of choice,
Lead me falsely through the life of passion and amour,
Beaten gainst the rocks upheaving,
Screaming gainst the masses seething,
Burning through defenses crowded closer than before,
And from gods I gained the whisper,
Iodine in broken blisters,
Echoing through my senses screaming louder evermore,
To think that this ungainly raven,
Urged me stricken prayed me Crazen,
Echoing the final judgement spoken from the gods of yore?
Darkness now...forever more....
Jack+Jill by E.A. Poe REVISEDJack and Jill (As Told By Edgar Allen Poe)Jack+Jill by E.A. Poe REVISED4 years ago in Free Verse
Jack and Jill
Young Jack and Jill
Went up the hill to fetch a pail.
A pail, a pail,
A silvery pail,
A pail of cooling water.
And as they walked,
And as they talked,
The clouds above with thunder taut
Foreshadowed then a journey fraught
With dismal situations.
But still enjoying pleasant thought,
The two in idle chatter came
Midway upon their resting spot
Upon the hill where they'd remain.
While still the gloom around them grew,
The darkness gaining while wind blew.
And still they walked.
And still they talked
Amid the wicked,
Sinister and deathly sounds
Of wind that pounds
With constant undulation as
The torrent came
In cutting rain,
And racing in a battle fought
For safety sought, yet never bought,
While howling in a madd'ning rage
Among the evil center stage,
The deaf'ning, piercing voices churn
And burn and burn and burn and burn!
The wrath of God with lightning strikes!
And stumbling in the shocking light
Both siblings fall and wish for de
Tribute to Mister Poe Laughs echoes down the hillTribute to Mister Poe4 years ago in Free Verse
yet, the valley lays asleep, still
with no voices to be heard
covered by a silent shred
Under this moon, so pale
whispers come from the dale
with another ghostly tale
Soon the night arises
and trees casts their own disguises
of misty shadows
hiding all angels hallows