There tapped a raven on my door
Who told me that my sweet Lenore
Was dead and I said, “Yeah, I know.”
The raven shrugged, but would not go.
There tapped a raven on my door
Who told me that my sweet Lenore
Was dead and I said, “Yeah, I know.”
The raven shrugged, but would not go.
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The Lady Without Mercy
Fair knight befell upon a dark beauty,
her eyes shone with the moon,
when she smiled his heart was devoured,
she led him to her bower bed,
when he woke like a phantom she was gone,
he was driven mad by his desire.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
No purple cow
So I can't see one
Whole lot better
To see than be one
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Every morning my heart wakes to see,
The powers of Love and Life combined,
By the eavesdrops of a Life's cracked-open door.
Thanks for the entries, everyone.
I'm afraid I'll have to be brief, so the winner is...
Dark Muse for her take on Keats's 'La Belle Dame Sans Merci'.
Well done, and thanks again, b|v.
Thank you, I will have the next subject soon.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Sorry for the delay, I have been busy.
Next subject: Harvest
Deadline Dec. 10
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Oxford
Visit the city of dreaming spires
Balliol soft in Oxford sunlight
Walk in the footsteps of the learned
Look upon these sacred walls
and read a higher standard of Graffiti
Will this harvest get us by?
Starvation doesn’t need a thing.
When we’re cold we won’t care why,
But others will move on and try
To cleanup when it’s warm and spring.
Last edited by YesNo; 11-25-2014 at 11:59 PM.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
harvest
come again
fastest
every year last us
not a day past us
plentiful must us
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
A figure with a scythe
Stalks through the night
Souls for the reaping
This hooded skull is seeking
Harvest moon shining
Is it time for dying?
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
I know I have been behind but I have been busy. But I am here now. Great entries everyone.
Carousel: There was some beautiful imagery in your poem. I particularly enjoyed the opening line. And I thought the ending was interesting and amusing. But maybe I am missing something I had trouble deciphering how the poem related to the subject of "Harvest"
YesNo: A bleak, but also realistic portrayal. It took me back to the days in which the harvest time really was celebrated and truly a question of life and death. A good job of telling a story within a few short words.
cacian: Clever use of words like usual. It was a unique little poem and I do like the way in which it caputred the feel of the passage of a seaon within a few words.
And the winner is
Pendragon: I very much enjoyed your take upon the themse. Lovely haunting imagery.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Thanks, Dark Muse!
Next subject: Sleep
Deadline December 31.
Good luck!
Last edited by Pendragon; 12-16-2014 at 07:43 AM.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Bracing for the next big thing,
I worry it away
Prepared in case it comes tonight
When sleep adds dreams to help me fight
Or face it during day.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Awake, many things divide us,
Many layers deep,
Fears and desires that guide us,
Made quieter in sleep.
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