Best Ravened Poems
So red the rose a crimson divinity
Thorns sharp cruel dangerous
Crush the petals so gently, so soft
Thorns are long, how they prick thee
A rare fragrance of delicate tones
Eyes as black as Sable's ink, see
A so razor keen like murder myth and miracles
The deeper you cut harder you are to hold
Rose thorns born deep death reeks
thorns driven grave
to the heart of sin
In Flesh n Bone where blood is born
Rare dark deep
shades secrets keep
of crimson shadowed and spawn
Hue the shade of crimson ichor
The Blood of Life
The Blood of Sacrifice
A bloody firstborn
Runs on burnt Crosses and Rosary
ironic is the Rose
crimson a Delicate sound
blood-born sharp of thorn
Life races through your veins, reflex
a flash of the unknown, crimson, and onyx
Just like you a dark secret entity
so like death are you
Crucifixion n entropy
The razor sliver sharp keen n new
born upon the wing of ravened claws
I see preludes to Doom
Dominions and Damnation
it bleeds, it breaks your visions
into ruddy muddy puddles
Hollow be thy name
Profane is your humanity, a burning crown
Secret Heart in the Silence of Heaven
Where a rare rose grows and bloom
A rose so rare a deep dark shade of Crimson
So rare the rose dusky is the tones
The delicate sound of distant thunder, Doomed.
bleed upon thy holy grounds, Sacred
Your thorns are so sharp they cut
Darkness is your language
Crimson is your color
Deep is your power
Onyx and Crimson
about your light flickers,
Images reflect,
Thoughts retract
Roses and Thorns
So Red the rose of your crimson divinity
Thorns sharp and long cut so keen
Crush the petals so gentle
A thorn so long sharp and keen
A mortal death comes upon crimson wings
She was a true beauty,
the type that would turn heads,
as she walked down the street.
She had that natural beauty,
tanned skin ,dazzling smile,
a certain something.
Rather she be blond haired
with blue eyes.
Auburn ,
and eyes of the deepest brown,
or ravened locked,
and eyes of sea green.
Deep inside,
where the truest feelings
are born,
there was this darkness.
Love ,laughter ,hope ,courage,
charity and pain.
All these things which make us human,
were veiled.
She was average,maybe a little more.
Looking into her eyes,
one could see
Love ,hope , and pain of loss.
A smile that constantly played,
in their depths.
Reflected therein ,
a passion for life.
If asked where does the soul lie,
is it of the skin?
And if you had to choose,
would you not choose,
this beautiful heart.
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I ran not bound by fear’s relentless chain,
Nor stirred by chase’s sharp, alluring strain.
I ran not from some silent, urgent plea,
Nor from the depths where ravened tempests be.
I ran not for the flight of fleeting throngs,
Nor for the dreams that night’s soft veil prolongs.
I ran not burdened by the past’s cold hand,
Nor tethered to a purpose sternly planned.
I ran not for a gleam of golden light,
Nor for ideals that blaze the soul’s own night.
I ran not from desire’s consuming fire,
Nor for applause, nor transient praise’s pyre.
I ran not to ascend a haughty throne,
Nor seek the laurel wreath to claim alone.
I ran not to bewilder or impress,
But simply moved — like skylarks in their dress.
Across the arid sweep where sands unfold,
Beneath the eagle’s gaze, majestic, bold,
I ran with wings unseen, yet spirit high,
A sovereign flight beneath the burning sky.
Yet from the shadowed cliffs, a raven calls,
A darkened herald where the twilight falls;
Its voice, a whisper threading through the air,
A solemn echo of the wild and bare.
I ran because within each measured stride
Awakened something vast, serene, and wide;
A freedom soaring, swift as falcon’s flight,
A whispered song that greets the dawn’s first light.
Like nightingales that sing when shadows fall,
My heart took wing beyond the boundary’s call.
I ran to find what nests beyond the known,
Where wild wings beat and spirits roam alone.