Edgar Allen Poe's THE RAVEN

I believe the challenge would be to make "unoriginal" into "original"

yea that is so true BOTH SIDES OF PAIN he was like elvis preseley one of a kind no mortal man can hold a candle in his shadow not a one

MAGDALENA WROTE PURPLE SHADES i find this poem to be written very well it spoke volumes  to me and put a chill on my skin as i read this wonderful poem thank you for this poem i loved it

“A Calling for Lenore”
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For centuries
on spoken tongues,
they talked of the Ravens.
Ancient forgotten omens,
mysterious harbingers,
ebony-winged-demons,
portending
doom for the living,
those with mortal hearts.

As the dying ember
of sunsets sunk in
the western skies,
I shut the
door to my chamber
and
lay on the
wooden-planked floor
to pass the
night away,
safe and secure.
I pulled the
purple-silken shades lower
to keep the spirit-world out.
The icy winds screamed incessantly
outside my paned windows,
a sinking sick feeling
crept into my marrow,
fear lurked on my shoulder,
mocked me in my repose.
Dark bird-shadows danced upon
the chipped-brick castle walls,
ghosts-souls burning for eternity,
they squawked warnings,
murmured weak words,
whispered over and over
the name, “Lenore.”
They wanted her to return,
back to the pitch underworld,
to the sanctuary of the dead,
where evil dreams never rest.

They continued their request,
“Lenore, Lenore, Lenore,
come, come
Dear Girl,
come back,
come back home
with us,
the Ravens!”
I had hoped
this was just
trifle dreaming,
but
they did not regress,
their volume grew louder,
pounding my infernal head,
bird-shrieks screaming,
driving me mad,
to the brink of insanity.

Suddenly,
to stop the incessant chirping,
I lit a dozen magic-candles.
Their carved runes were protective,
part of the mystic-candelabra,
they sizzled with supernatural power.
I pulled back the curtains
to spook the evil-birds
away from me
with paranormal light,
but the spectral
ravens were now gone,
they had disappeared
back to the death
that lies below us,
haunting me
nevermore.

STRIDER WROTE CALLING FOR LENORE your poem made me think of Edgar Allen Poe in the way that you worded it am sure even the man Edgar would stand up and take notice of such a wonderful poem that scent a chill in the air and flashes of Lenore through out my brain thank you for this wonderful poem

             Raven of Sorrow


Tie-dye sunsets turning doleful shades
I through these silken curtains gazed
At the dreary forms displayed
As shadows in a purple haze
The lucid sky grew ever dimmer
The Sun a weak and dying ember
Cold winds set the huddled trees ashiver
In the twilight of December

I sat and scowled in reverie
Brooding on things that now shall never be
It seems the fates, at last, have severed me
From all my hopes and pleasant dreams

Something deep within me stirred
The remnants of a dream differed
Echos whispered murmured words
Never to again be heard

Volumes of forgotten lore
Lay strewn out across my floor
As i floated off to realms of sleep
Where ebony winged demons creep

Thoughts of her becloud my mind
In my chambers thus confined
And my loneliness combined
With the side effects of wine
Cause my mind to fabricate
Illusions in my weary state

Ravens shrieking in the dark
Pecking at a bleeding heart
Alas that tell tale heart is mine
On which these ghastly ravens dine!

And that still beating heart they tore
Upon the grave of my lost Lenore
Where she lay forever more
the birds perch shrieking
"NEVERMORE!"

Awaking in cold sweat i shuddered
Thinking i should have closed the shutters
Then scarcely could a gasp I utter
As through my window a black bird fluttered

There it perched upon my  window pane
There it stared in cold disdain
Then rose the first rays of tomorrow
And away flew the raven of my sorrows

RAVEN OF SORROW WROTE RAVEN OF SORROW omg i thought for just a fraction of a second that no other but the man himself EDGAR ALLEN POE HAD COME INTO MY CHAMBER READING THIS OMG POEM IN MY EAR. SUCH A WONDERFUL TALENT, I LOVED your poem

MICHELS PARADOX WROTE NO TITLE i loved the way you colored this poem i could see it formed in your minds eye and it was just so good a job well done

and MICHEL loved your pic

thank you so much for your complement it kinda took me all day to write it lol. n i just when back over it a few times to correct all the typos and some lines that got left out. i saw this competition and was like Omg I'm almost obligated to hop in this one. thanks for starting it i would never have written it otherwise. the list of words you picked definately helped my creative flow.

thank you so much for your complement it kinda tool me all day to write it lol. n i just when back over it a few times to correct all the typos and some lines that got left out. i saw this competition and wash like Omg I'm almost obligated to hop in this one. thanks for starting it i would never have written it otherwise. the list of world you picked definately helped my creative flow.

(i accidentaly posted it twice n this site won't let me erase it..)

RAVENOL SORROW am so happy you got into this one

UNFORGETABLE i like that

Nevermore Silence

SILKEN is the path
that lies PURPLE with the SHADES
in every MORTAL SUNSET
a WORLD with SPOKEN age.
The TONGUES have all been silenced
NEVERMORE will they speak
Of EBONY DEMONS DREAMING
and MURMURED half asleep.
SOULS are BURNING bright
As the ECHOS leave the hills
WHISPERED only for small ears
the WORDS no one can hear.
In the  CHAMBER enter slowly
the DOOR will creek with sound
WROUGHT the nightmares long forgotten
haunting like a GHOST
and there appeared upon the FLOOR
The cursed name which read LENORE
the VOLUME of FORGOTTEN memories
cause my knees to grow WEAK
with the DYING EMBERS laughing
I grow WEARY
shout the NAME
and sit in silence, NEVERMORE.

STARFLY WROTE NEVERMORE SILENCE i liked your poem you showed me vivid pictures prompting me to your poem you did a wonderful  job