Short Raven Poems
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The bull's eye heart sits
alone full of arrows, he
flees, her's a void hole
Edgar Allan Poe
was feeling just a little low.
For Lenore, his love was savin',
but he was only visited by a raven.
ebony winged
aerobatic Ravens dance
……..a feathered ballet
John G. Lawless
©1/12/2022
Happy Saturday, except perhaps..
a little distance apart.
Don't worry, still insistent
you're always closest to my heart.
black feathers take wing
to a white moon on the rise ...
there you are again
3/16/2022
(used howmanysyllables.com)
guttural croak
black as starless night
demonic tales evoke
fear of shifty ravens
it's an 'unkindness'
raven-type joke
"Alas", I sighed.
There, before my eyes,
a shiny bird did bide.
A raven's appetite,
with patience, and time,
is satisfied.
What was its name
and why did it scare
that poet of dark fame
by tap tap taping in
the long spectral night,
was Poe fair game?
Some
Shiny
Baubles fit
For a ravens
Shiny collection…
Crystals glitter
In sunlight
Facets
Fine.
Dear vibrant artist
Magic is bestowed on you
Master transformer
Lead the way through the dark night
Your call illuminates souls
once an old raven named moe
wanted to be a young crow
friends did surmise
he'd end up in pies
so flew him away in tow.
Black like the night,
he soars and tumbles,
an acrobat in flight.
Keen is his sight, and he’s
a playful mimic.
This bird is bright!
Hiding from rain
Lies a slick raven
That old wisdom retains
Loves shades of loneliness
Traps all stirs of sounds
Bears mounts of pains
Snowy wingbeats
Ivory sunshine
Silence still and repeats
Whispers of rare wonder
Moon-bright and hidden
White Raven greets
Crow
Steals my
Fountain pen
Outlaw escapes.
He won’t bring it back;
Still I give chase.
Lucky me,
He’s dropped
It.
Ravens, clever birds,
but pointed as cursed scapegoats.
A black plumage and
a husky, rebellious voice
often inspire injustice.
Death calls in the mist
Carnal clouds gather above....
In flight soaring high
Guardians of the dark side
To enhance her arousal.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
We spit on Poe's raven
The crows and me
True blackbirds, living our truth
Eating corn ahead of the masses
Leaving nothing at borders
Glorying in our evilness
("Eye of Raven", 2018, original encaustic)
Call and Response
Raven heart of blood
Where are you if not in me
Still you call my name
(12/13/23)
The raven, so smart
It’s evil in its own right
Talks to very dead
Flies like the bat, just higher
And can read a person’s fear
Russell Sivey
wild messenger
signals true passion
mystery presenter
trickster intelligent
casts light into dark
black questioner
_______________________
The raven loosened up his belt
and had himself a patty melt.
“Don’t eat so much”, I did implore
As he spat out an apple core.
Quoth the raven, “I’ll have some more.”
Raven-- Jackdaw or Rook,
Adaptable and Intelligent Crook!
Very Black or Black with Gray,
Every Caw-- An Ill-Omen, some say.
Never More: Poe-- such a grave day!
I see him as he flies over head, majestic he is in his coat of ebony,
Floating in the air, his wings spread, oh how I wish that that was me;
~For Brian Strand's Contest~
A black bird ponders. Wind suddenly blows.
Below on the ground, autumn leaves swirl.
She gave him a letter. He gave a rose.
A raven has all the time in the world.