Best Fantasyvoice Poems
I cannot believe it. It cannot be!
His voice is emanating from this cemetery.
My lost lover is beckoning me.
“Raven” is the call I hear quite clearly.
What I hear and see cannot be reality.
Louder and louder I hear this sound.
His voice is coming from under the ground.
Do I move closer? Do I dare?
I tread through this dark early morning air.
I can remember the last time when we kissed.
Oh my gone lover, you I have sorely missed.
Oh, how eerily rises this morning mist.
He left exactly one year ago today.
In this cemetery his body will stay.
A swarm of ravens circles me this morning.
Should I take their shrill cries as a warning?
Are they saying my time to go is now due?
My lover is calling me. What should I do?
For “Among The Dead” contest held by A Rambling Poet
By Robert Pettit
In her eyes
where the dazzle bathes my heart
in unknown flames,
i dare not look.
In her slender arms
where affection glistens
with awakened passions,
i dare not slid into.
To her voice
whose balm comes
from the spring,
i dare not heed.
Now by the fire-side,
i sit;
far into the night.
It is her eyes that lock with mine.
It is her hand that i hold in mine.
It is her voice that comes to me in silence.
Soon, the night will change its hue.
The moon will hide her gaze.
The stars, their fire,
and the evening wind will surely leave for home.
But to those naked eyes,
those tender arms,
and caressing voice,
all my seriouse thoughts resort at all hours.