Ravens Poems - Poems about Ravens

‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden lilies and ravens dance together making mud puddles thick as salve caked on deep wounds stemming not the ooze tinctures from droppers bitter herbs labeled for survival use only as directed replenish nothing rancid birthday cakes gleeful candles form dancing shadows glassy story-telling eyes yearn desperately gleaming steel...

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Dark angel baring broken wing, ...

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Two ravens sat up in a tree. She wondered what they'd eat. "Don't worry, little chick-a-dee", he said, dreaming of rotting meat, "Bodies as far as we can see, a most generous treat - I can all but guarantee mankind's doomed defeat."...

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Through shadowy veils of my mournful mind is the vastness of iridescent stars, their hopeful light does not comfort me. The very thought of not being in the treasure of your presence awakens the dulling grief of my heart's loneliness. The unkind Ravens have alighted on my cold sill, perching in their misery of silence. Such avian moroseness to be as ebony as eve's...

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crows began flying in like cloak-laden witches landing on the Iowa scarecrow with the rotten head they were picking at it now, eating out the pulp laughing at it, making that evil caw sound they do it seems macabre one said, and they all laughed feeling like Poe’s raven, only brighter and smarter. hoping someone would write a poem about them. wondering...

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Edgar my dear Why do you have that spear Is that your plan? When in a jam? Scare the bloody Kansas City yellow and red When they fight the fowl volture appearing dead Spirit Haunting Spirit Daunting Blazing under the Baltimore sun Until Poe's poetic message is done No swift moves will be here Only Chiefs carcasses holding...

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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 moonlit serenade whispers through the trees, Love’s dark melody carried upon...

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Don't let anyone try to put you down or diminish your worth. Jealous and intimidated people always lash out at anyone who is deemed too powerful and unique. Keep shining your Light. No dimming it to allow Darkness to reign. We're here to change the World. We are the Light that is needed now more...

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Ravens, clever birds, but pointed as cursed scapegoats. A black plumage and a husky, rebellious voice often inspire injustice. ...

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when ravens cry it will oft' foreshadow death ...

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red mountain stands still black ribbon cuts between you aren't always still not if by faith I can cast you into the sea still is never forever but still we are not so long have I not been the traffic cutting between still to know something I would cast you into the sea but these problems I need red mountain big rough ugly barren pile of rocks you comfort me vultures,...

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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 a simple sideways glance On this one thing they did agree Those...

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Green was her face and ebon her hair, features young, body withered sinew. Her enormous eyes gave me a scare. And, from one nostril, a ruby grew. I stayed behind the large, surging crowd, who drank her brew then made eerie sounds. I was Press and we were not allowed to view what happens on witching grounds. Evil story would ensure glory; not prepared...

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

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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 glass lighter things are never as they appear like windows forming where...

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