Best Nevermore Poems

*Note:  A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three 
roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his birthday 
ended in January 2010.  Curators of the Poe House and Museum are at a loss to...

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Broken Nevermore 

Out along a sunrise stroll, a garden’s early view,
I find the most enchanting scene of vibrant colored hue.
When there upon the walking stones with tattered wings I see,
a butterfly of saddened tears right there in front of me.

I pick her up within my...

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I write of a man named Edgar Allan Poe,
Whose dark, tortured soul could not rest,
His work is something every poet should know,
These stories are among some of the best.

"The Raven" was never more ghastly and grim,
"The Pit And The Pendulum" which tortured him,
"The Valley Of...

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A memory, the past
somehow I knew, 
we wouldn't last

- You and Me -

Secrets held, not by me
You can't see the hurt, the pain

Words spoken, not by you
Yet, by me

I can see,
while standing at the door

You
and me,
We are, Nevermore



Featured Poem- 6/17/2018...

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O impetuous Muse surround me
with ashes of moody youth
recall silken moments uncertain,
where marbled words wrote an elaborate history.

Nectar thoughts,
not moments, dappled drab
where ruined feathers in darkness dwelt
Ornate years of passion, spilling fire

When summer spoke,and spring day-dreamed
and Autumn kissed me with
gaudy leaves.

Swift and sweet, how memories...

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With the weather cold and dry
My mind wanders far and wide
Within the future things in store
Negative thoughts, nevermore

Of course the mind can think of horrible thoughts
The pain that left the memory, not forgot
Until one day, it returns to life
To fear it with your heart, nevermore

This...

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The trepidation of dread released my haunted dreams.
I carry nightmares of long lost apprehensions bleeding into
your core. My essence, you have shattered and your essence I have 
protected. You threw me out on the clothes line and forgot
my name once again. How many times do...

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We went to that "holler" each summer vacation
Near one hundred acres of mountainside trees
I'd wake up at dawn, take flight to my station
Down at the pond, fishing pole in my hand
On that hot sandbar, all day I would stand
At Mammaw's cabin there were no boundaries

One...

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Once upon a time my dearie, I slept to wake Oh So Cheery.
Before that Raven clearly came, to knock upon my Dragons door.
Dragon took him in very nice, warming him up within a thrice.
Saving him from the cold and ice, now we dream to find...

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Nevermore, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : Nevermore

(In this translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Nevermore » , I must say I felt inveigled into adhering to the fixed form by making some unnecessary allowances just in order to respect the rime scheme. It would have...

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The sun has learned
to nevermore interfere 

with the moon 
and its stars

To give it a whole world
because the sun

doesn't need to stand in the way,
when it has free reign 
of the entire universe....

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When the Parakeet increased his squawking
with the noise box ceaseless talking
far louder than the muted city roar.
Then I pondered that curious poem about the lost Lenore
About that bedeviled man and the raven Nevermore
How I envy Poe his quiet midnight
when he could hear a tapping however...

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The coven of witches heard a loud knock.
Who is it? Shout'd a voice behind the cloak.
" It is me said Poe
The one that you know"
And everyone chant'd "Nevermore" with a mock!


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright2014

September,25,2014...

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Stainless steel makes stainless hearts.
They then make us suffer,
For no one can see the pain inside.
This makes the villains, the joyful devils.

Through them we learn kindness and mercy,
The qualities of life and existence.
Without them we would stay still -
Alone and empty.

They bring us life and...

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Begone, thou creature hovering o’er my door
Your ebony feathers evoke my anger
My dear Lenore was swept up in your wings
Nevermore to share her love with me




February 19, 2020
For Charles Messina’s “Poe-etic” verse contest...

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