Allen Poems - Poems about Allen

ebony like a puma, velvet pretty she prowls and growls and moans in her sleep like a little black dress, fashionably chic and insightful there is purring now, her dreams might have shifted the toms in the alley remain in hiding, fearful she can be such a tease, and sometimes a torment her scratches are serious; she is not afraid to...

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The Raven: A Date with Death I danced a date a date with Death. He sat me down for tea. In the darkness sat the swirl of infinity. The ringlets 'round his brow did stain the spirits evermore. 'Where do you hail?' he asked in disdain. 'I come from nowhere, yet anywhere, and I'll go there all again.' Death looked...

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tapped my keyboard, my eyes bleary As I tried to write a novel that was no bore I looked for inspiration, how to avoid clichés temptation I’d write about rejuvenation—hope for the lonely lass Lenore— An epic tale of a maiden born anew named Lenore— A blockbuster for evermore. Open here I flung the...

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19th century writer, Edgar Allen Poe - Romance and the macabre to his readers he would show. Those who study literature likely know the poem “Lenore” and that famous line of his: Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”...

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With one mighty swing of your forty-two ounce bat, out of the ballpark was where the baseball was at. A great player blessed with athletic prowess, you made the ball travel like a nonstop express. You were Wampum, Pennsylvania's native son. As far as sports was concerned, you could not be outdone. One of the Major League's feared sluggers you would...

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My first girlfriend was Verda Lee (who I still miss), feels OK, though I'm sad now, we never did kiss, her folks left town, no notice, could not stay in touch! Both too young to write letters, and time's not a crutch that the aging find easy to use without standing! Our poem flowed easy, its tone not demanding! I'm Roy;...

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Find here a tribute to one of the cleverest gals To ever grace a show biz locale She mused that parties 'stand' for a platform For which voters 'fall' by the swarm...

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Dear Sons, Listen. Your mother and I love you. I helped plant you both through seeds of love. Your mother carried you, nurtured you inside of her body. But, You were made in His image. Beautiful and ingenious- you were shaped in it. So if adults in your lives fail to remind you with our...

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Dare We Bring Poe, Raven From Darken Grave Renewed Poets Tribute Series Second poet, Edgar Allen Poe Hating blade yet they are so quick to cut in glee at dark spilled blood, yet lack the guts walking forth with halo's, prayers said in haste may find dark verse is neither bad, nor waste. Remove harden anger, pie from black eyes Life may be...

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A Voice Speaks From Its Dark And Lonely Tomb (Dedicated To Memory Of Edgar Allen Poe) Soon this form will waste away Underground in dying dark,- I can not see break of day, Tomb here so cold, its depths stark. Sleep, its time dragging along Above, sun brightens sweet hours, Here silence is ruling song- There are no high, gold...

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"Birthed some 65 years ago Born when retardation was a common fear-feared captured gathered up like lost sheep or cattle some medicated some placed in confinement kept in the dark, people squawked at a lot", ~ "I was made...

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Mr. George Burns In a movie played 'God' Hilarious, comedic head On such a laughable bod... His wife Gracie Acted totally spacy Her humor dazzling Via daffiness frazzling...

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I am in a dark room with Edgar Allen Poe, there is a blank wall turned into a movie screen, showing his life story, a struggle of his life without glory. Living life as a writer with a lonely pen, hiking up a strenuous and bumpy trail, macabre poetry and short stories written, fell upon few and most with blind eyes, as a...

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Greek George Allen 1828-1913 Seegh no mee. Ah, I see we have not been introduced. Please, if you will, call me George, George Allen. In life, I was a greek from Smyrna, Hired by the United States Army, Long ago when Buchanan was president, Employed because of my tenacious skill, Riding atop a grunting dromedary, Riding and gliding over the great American landscape, Bringing the supplies...

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To Mother Allen, the structure we’ve built, That lift up our people high in the sky Giving God glory and all of the praise, As we design our minds full of knowledge. Let our hearts be filled with love as we pass Our knowledge to the next generation, No, not tainted, but yet educated. That is my vision to the young people To...

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