Edgar Poems

Fun Marathon Poetry Inspired By Edgar Allan Poe

Running after Midnight is eerie 
Passing mile twenty-one, weak and weary
All other runners finished early
A few quaint and curious are waiting
Some encouraging, some baiting
Only this and nothing more
Quoth my sore feet “Nevermore”

Edgar

Our Love is Bold Strong written in Cursive

Our Love is Psalms Oshun and Spiritual Verses

You’re my Favorite Song that I repeat on purpose 

To Love Forever More is giving deserving

Encore encore

-Edgar-

Smoke And Mirrors - Channelling in the Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe - A Musical Video- POTD

POTD June 15 2025

Smoke And Mirrors – Channelling in the Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe

When regulation picks at pillaged dreams

The searchlight shines its brutal beams

As shadows spill its borrowed light.

judgement retains its fractured fight.

A blind eye turns as life disbands

the gavel strikes by unseen hands,

The scales unbalanced - Truth? Hard to reach,

Sold by madness -

Edgar Allan Poe

It is the desire of the moth
for the star…..
                 -  Edgar Allan Poe

I awoke this morning
to find the powdery imprint
of wings on a window 
that must have been left 
by a moth trying
to get in when it
careered full

EDGAR AND THE BLUE MOON

Last night two events occurred together that are unlikely to repeat…
It wasn’t even Halloween…so for them to happen in one night was certainly a treat!

First to an Edgar Allan Poe Speakeasy we decided we would go…
Deborah dressed as the Raven and me as Mr. Poe.

In a dimly lit room we watched and listened as four

A Letter to Emily and Edgar

“Tell all the truth but tell it slant—”
So you whispered, Emily, through shrouded lace,
while your pen carved light into Amherst shadows.
But truth, even slant, can cut,
and not all knives find a hand to hone them.

And Edgar, my storm-eyed specter,
you swore the raven perched forevermore,
yet wings were made to fold and unfurl.
Did you fear that flight

Typewriter

If in his time the mechanism had existed, would he have written even more?
Would all his neighbors believe him mad? As he watched beauty succumb to deaths door
His ethos words impress; insanity only when possessing exquisite levels of horror 
Incessantly; even more incessant rapping comes sanity from the walls, halls, ceiling, and floor
A split vision

The Raven: A Date with Death

The Raven: A Date with Death

I danced a date
a date with Death. 
He sat me down for tea. 
In the darkness sat the swirl 
of infinity. 

The ringlets 'round his brow
did stain the spirits evermore. 
'Where do you hail?' he asked in disdain. 
'I come from nowhere, yet anywhere, and I'll
go there all again.'

Death looked

Edgar A Poe

Edgar A. Poe
penned a poem long ago
of this raven of lore
that would shriek, “Nevermore”.

And a madness within was awoken 
when that word from the Raven was spoken.
“Nevermore”, did it say
when Lenore passed away.
“Evermore” would a sad heart be broken.

Mr. Edgar A. Poe shared his bipolar muse
with a bedlam tipped quill filled with paranoid views,
and his

The Raven and The Bard

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 bygone glories speak;
The Raven and the Bard, in Inky War

Write

"I am a writer. Therefore. I am not sane." - Edgar Allan Poe 

We all go a little mad sometimes 
... In the middle of the night, 
Our minds raving words and rhymes
Hands compelled to write and write

In the middle of the night ...
Wide awake with a troubled brain,
Hands compelled to write and write 
Soothes

The Duckling - Apologies to Edgar Allan Poe

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 up in the water, could mom have drawn it any

The Woke Raven with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tapped my keyboard, my eyes bleary
As I tried to write a novel that was no bore
I looked for inspiration, how to avoid clichés temptation
I’d write about rejuvenation—hope for the lonely lass Lenore—
An epic tale of a maiden born anew named Lenore—
A blockbuster for evermore.

Open here I flung the

Number 902 My Moonbeam

 "For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams" Edgar Allan Poe

 My true love was always my moonbeam
 To breathe her light
 She had to be her own addiction
 She has control over the saint of procure
 I drink to her freelance contingency of no mercy
 A glance at her smile.. wanton fever..

Edgar Allen Poe

19th century writer, Edgar Allen Poe -
Romance and the macabre to his readers he would show.
Those who study literature likely know the poem “Lenore”
and that famous line of his: Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

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