Metaphor Raven Poems

Death be thy raven's blackened plume
And hunched in cape of sordidness
A tower's age of wealth's illume 
Becries a pallid nothingness
Where scream escapes an umbral torn
Of...

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The eagle enjoying its prey 
On the baobab tree.
The raven is coming  provoque the eagle.
They both fly 
in the sky.
The raven tries 
 Hard to reach...

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Oh the raven that flies in the skies above.
While we all stand down here adoring the doves.
Only thinking of a raven as death and ill.
But...

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ravens scream
at midnight high
forever looking into the moon 
it’s magnetic white light glowing
a dark house feeling distant 
on an enigmatic horizons seam
dogs eyes glow distantly
Canines...

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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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In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully...

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Metal, blood, and mascara 

Half sunk a shattered visage lies,
A wrinkled lip, a sneer of cold command,
Of boundless and bare
Along the level, sands stretch far...

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Do not judge bird with black coloured wing,
“ugly looking thief that cannot sing!” 
“snatches from others so it can feed!”
A bird linked to death, darkness...

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 During the industrial revolution,
Poe’s raven spoke with elocution;
“Nevermore”, now we’ve a solution,
just you wait for distribution.

We’ve invented great machines,
clicker-clankers, sure to please,
With cogs and...

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What a game ...
he was just a jester,
and this a ghastly prospect ...

The ground lay torn open before him,
a wound in the earth that called...

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I can’t see your face for spirits move mysteriously                ...

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Surrounded by wheat 
maybe shadowed by pines. 
Silence is your lonesome ties. 

All alone on top of that hill 
your wood board a crutch 
drawing...

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Poe wrote his story of a raven in his lore
“And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er...

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Decrepted soul how blind are thee
To see the world so cold and cruel
From the blood shed of lost lives
Like crushed cacoons of butterflies
Not given the...

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There was nowhere to go,

but I got some company for show-

shuttled me in and out of Po',

raced a car and blew a motor...


Got me into...

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