Lost Raven Poems

In the shadowed grove, where moonlight wanes,
A raven perches, feathers inked with midnight stains.
Its eyes, twin orbs of obsidian, hold secrets untold,
As it croaks its...

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

 My true love was always my moonbeam
 To breathe her light
 She...

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In a house with all the lights burning; but nobody's home 
In the clear night; stars burning brightly; but no lines drawn or shown 
Constellations;...

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My doubts are grave can I write verse?
That will withstand test of endless time
Hesitant my thoughts scan universe
Will pen craft free verse or maybe rhyme?

Often...

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In the late evening, half past 8
I heard a noise from far away.
It was a bird, make no mistake.
I could've sworn I heard my name.
Maybe...

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Vacation On Titan

options are always present and never employed
This poems too long though I hope you enjoy
See you on Saturn in 2 million years
 
Gentle...

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New poem..by Slode.....
 Xtra Special Fool 69

I was just a little guy
But was calculated 
I could rip off the charm
Rip off the charm 
Right from...

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Being lost in your mind; and left alone to roam;
In a house with all the lights burning; but nobody's home
In the clear night; stars burning...

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black feathers take wing
to a white moon on the rise ...
there you are again




3/16/2022

(used howmanysyllables.com)...

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A hole that can’t be filled
an ocean that can’t be crossed
a phrase that can’t be spun
inhaling your exhaust
The measure off the scale
the truant thrice reclassed
the...

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What hallucinations I spy 
things skeletal defy… 

Intellectual apes as pale figures conspire expires 
in the deep dark pools of infinity. 
Do you, kin? 
Lost...

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Alone candle flame
Burning into the night
Burning deep in the heart
The endless dark
Waves of ink crash upon 
This island of illuminated shores
Bleak hours of lost sorrow
Love...

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The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three

For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged...

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Life as I Sip My French Viognier

With an Indy Blues melody softly playing behind me, 
I relax on my outdoor couch, tired legs stretched out,...

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Now At Last Into Hell's Dungeon He Was Cast,
The First Battle, (Part One)

From devil's cup black Stygian waters he drank
from that first morbid hellish gate...

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