Best Edgar Poems

On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready to snap if I counted more sheep.

I rose at the sound of scratching and creaking.
“Who’s there?” I cried, “Is it...

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I was inspired once a long time ago
By something that I read
I never knew such amazing things
Could fill the inside of my head

I always thought that poetry
Was about love or romance,
I never knew it could be dark
Suddenly I was entranced.

A whole new world had opened...

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Accosted many years ago
By the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe
I'm now obliged to come forthright
About that dark eye-opening night.

It's only fair to let you know
I've held a torch for Mr. Poe
It's all because of the ink of his pen
That my love for poetry did begin.

(His...

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Warning - Don't read The Raven and Watch Hitchcock on the same night. 

Once before my bedtime, nearing, which I dreaded, fazed and fearing,  
Stories mother would read me before she closed and locked my bedroom door —
    While I washed...

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Edgar Allan Poe
Is he friend or is he foe
He wrote a great poem called The Raven
A sly bird known for misbehavin'

Entrant into Andrea Dietrich's "Seeking a Fresh Crop of Clerihews" contest

9/23/2012...

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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,...

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Dear Edgar,

I could not endure the tragedies of your short life,
suffering through the death of your young wife.
Orphaned at the tender age of three years,
is it any wonder that you cried unending tears.
You were only forty when death came to your door,
such a talented hand...

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His
damn heart!
Still it beats!!!...

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J. Edgar Hover

Was a political mover.

He ran the F.B.I. with success

Despite the rumors he liked to cross-dress....

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Since I'm kin to Edgar Allen Poe
I like for Halloween to cause much woe.
     Out in the streets they're dressed up.
     And with all their crimes they corrupt.
The more the merrier, I say let them go!

I swing...

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Edgar A Host


It was a lovely Sunday afternoon
All the Guests has just finished Tea
One in particular though
Why he was staring at me

I asked if all was to his satisfaction
He smiled, with delight,
Not at all being the silent type
He replied, why all is splendid as can...

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I 

See the phone towers with the lights- 
Glowing lights! 
What a world of mischief and sorrow their pattern foretells! 
How they twinkle, twinkle, twinkle
In the icy air of night! 
While the clouds that are gray
And so boring, seem to snicker 
As they watch over...

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Pitter-patter of
feet: raven teeters
on ledge examining me!...

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Note to self: Never again read 'The Monk' 
by Mathew Gregory Lewis 
before drinking myself into a diabetic coma...

...All night long
The Wandering Jew requested directions to salvation;
That is to say,
Whenever I wasn't being pursued by the Bleeding Nun
- She seemed like a good enough sort
For...

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The Raven and the Bard
-Daniel Henry Rodgers

The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night,
Its haunting words, a melody of fright.
The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's" fair hair,
Shed history's warm light to chase away all care .
From shadowed chambers where dark ravens shriek,
To hearthside tales that...

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