Snow Raven Poems

The welcome eidolons that through our conscience flow, 
bidden by times of trouble and the skills we lack
in order to withstand relentless whips that crack
over...

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When I turn
Into dust and memory,
No one will say
I was an eagle,
Flying higher than anyone,
Big, wide wings,
Queen of the sky.

Nor will they say,
I was a...

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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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Often winter is very harsh and cold,
and yet its frozen trees are draped
in white snow and that's charming and exciting;
look for the blooming snow flowers...

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Owl, falcon, raven, crow.
Something dark against the snow.
What kind of bird? We disagree.
It makes a gorgeous shadow though against this tree.

We get closer, hoping to...

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Looking outside I feel very serene inside;
the brown-breasted drake has returned
to his nest not too happy to have found
the snow-clad bushes that stood astride ...

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To drop one bellow,

to saunter in a blow,

one that the head will know,

and the body can grow-

to drop one into the casam of death,

that I...

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Look up  and feel the frosty wind
Twisting  and bending the treetops
That are forced to endure its sound...
Who sees their rageful teardrops?
 
Yesterday the...

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Life On The Inside

As the trees whisper words of wisdom,
The wolf lies below and howls,
To the Raven high in branches above,
Their spirits entwined beyond the...

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A restless lark seeks her lost brood,
Jack Frost is in a very somber mood;
wouldn't he prefer more fluffy snow,
watch it glitter with a happy glow?

It's...

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Alright I'm always writing
About the dwellers 
The seekers 
The shadow man 
The old soul ..

Let's turn it up 
She's  lost within dreams 
The world...

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Q, you; you cry, defy
call me a liar; open inside, simple design
I shout to the sky like a dying firefly
See the light flickering incessantly 
a...

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Quoth The Raven

Under frosted blankets lay
On crispy frozen petals,
Sipping hearty beverages
Of dandelion and nettles,
As I gasp on misty chortles 
Reflecting in an icy puddle,
Deathly spirits...

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The black bird rests in the air
gliding over wasteland parking lot. 
His wings flap once, twice
he opens his mouth to cry out
in the cold frigid...

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