Best Ravens Poems

...inspired by and in dedication to ~  Victor Buhagiar, Robert Lindley (my mentors) and the rest of the PoetrySoup Family...thank you for your kindness and support...

A Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe... by ^WW^ Winged Warrior
July.30.2019


A Winged Warrior 360 Reversible...


-Ravens and Castles-


 
Morbid castles cobwebbed...

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Two ravens in the summer dusk
Were, back and forth, debating
From two phone poles, loud and brusque
They kept deliberating

When one gave their rebuttal
The other answered back
But far be it from the kettle
To call the raven black

And while I stood observing
They looked at me askance
A creature undeserving
Of...

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7 Ravens

In a terrible time of famine, war, pest and inquisition,
a master Wicca giving homeless boys a apprentice permission.
They had to maintain a household in an isolated place,
working very hard to earn some recognition to face.
Collecting woods, herbs and edibles to survive
building a garden, harvesting...

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Eerie rusty gates creak for me;
Gothic ravens swarm in surreal glee . . . 

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April 28, 2019


Poetry/Crystalline/Gothic Ravens
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1140-194-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Crystal Clear
sponsor, Joseph May, Inspiration-  Image #8

First Place...

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murder in the field
or is it an unkindness —
it’s conspiracy...

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As black birds, bad luck shadows us,
For we have many personas like trickster
Or ill-omened out caster, cast away
No matter how our broken speech sounds.
Our mere presence spark uncomfortable discourse.
How many chances can they take with our lives?

I’m cursed, within this unnoticeable room,
Where my only odds...

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O’er the waters of time, with attention quickly drawn,
I, Thought, soar through the heavens with Memory at my side.

By thorn and thicket, we have passed. At times we've struggled through,
as all around us tears and shreds, and yet... time we abide.

Travel we, birds of like...

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“The Monk Windows, Ravens, Angels and Embryos Forming” 

Dawn arrives
in the black and white
misunderstood in the abstract
you can see the 
embryos of thought forming 
always inside us 
the children 

white angel wings 
cover sleeping pages
where raven wings
spread like evensong 
in storm clouds cutting
through the dissolving...

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rewrite of former poem

We are shiny sleek, black birds, 
don’t underestimate our wit,
we are of the corvid family, 
the most "intelligent,"

We are passerines, 
the largest of their kind,
19,000 feet up sometimes – 
look and us you’ll find-

For thirty years or more, 
we may fly upon...

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Where Ravens Cry

Beneath ancient boughs, where woeful ravens cry,
Our souls entwined, chilling winds around us creep.
The fragrance of midnight blossoms drifts nearby,
As dense fog enshrouds the glade in cryptic sleep.
With every touch, spectral fire ignites the sky,
Like graves in soft silver light, desires dig deep.
A...

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When it comes Springtime lambing on the farm
The bleating sheep send out distress alarm

For the black ravens and carrion crow
Locate their prey and glide in on the flow

Ebony ravens with diamond shaped tails
Are now in flight over West Riding dales

Seeing as their wide spreading wings...

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He awoke to the sounds of his alarm
Tedious sounds he heard bearing arms
Though gunshots blazing through his spine
The sounds of his are now yours and mine

His dead weighted arm hit the clock
The sounds disarmed for now it stopped
Back to war with his own prudence
Back to...

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It was on the eve of Sunday, November 2nd, 1834
The day grew dark and gloomy like it never had before
Island sounds in diminish, a hush befalls my ears
The community of Amhuinnsuidhe was about to enter fear

A Princess known as Raven who died in years gone...

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The Queen mother is dead.
Reigning for more than half a century.
despite the media buzzards that swarm around.
She was the angel of charity.
Bridging the moat between medieval and modern.
Colonialism and autonomy.

None the less-God couldn't save her.
The people are in misty mourning.
Waves of haters are pissing the...

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Warm summer afternoon
Seven Ravens 
from Sycamore tree
descend
one by one
landing on velvet green - 
As Butterfly
flitters away - 
Free...

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