Poems Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
#EdgarAllanPoe
Poems inspired by Edgar Allan Poe. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems and short stories by Edgar Allan Poe. Along with poems about Poe himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 2:30am
13th Jan 2025 2:30am
Raven Song
Raven Song
Dragon blood runs in her veins
She is the daughter of the Stonehenge night
With eyes that see the colors of the wind
When black rainbows sing her soul to sleep
On nights when her dreams are painted red
Like Arcturus that guides sailors
In the sea of her sleeping mind
Ghosts of people long gone
In the naked light of a moon
As pale as Annabel Lee
With her peignoir parted to feel the breeze
On skin as naked as the starlight
From the open window
Where the raven speaks her name
Like a friend from long ago ...
Dragon blood runs in her veins
She is the daughter of the Stonehenge night
With eyes that see the colors of the wind
When black rainbows sing her soul to sleep
On nights when her dreams are painted red
Like Arcturus that guides sailors
In the sea of her sleeping mind
Ghosts of people long gone
In the naked light of a moon
As pale as Annabel Lee
With her peignoir parted to feel the breeze
On skin as naked as the starlight
From the open window
Where the raven speaks her name
Like a friend from long ago ...
#dragons
#dreams
#EdgarAllanPoe
#night
#women
89 reads
2 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 3:42pm
29th Sep 2024 3:42pm
The idle, unbroken
The clouds are dreary
Piqued and bleary
In their tainted, furious core
severely clapping
There came a rapping
lapping up the moor
The velvet grazing of crimson draping
razing in the fore
be still the rapid breath, one should
And the hurling of its lore
Sudden darkness clearing
I stood there peering
Into its feathered core
violence, bespoken
the idle, unbroken
And my wilted words, “no more,”
The clouds are churning,
the swell returning...
Piqued and bleary
In their tainted, furious core
severely clapping
There came a rapping
lapping up the moor
The velvet grazing of crimson draping
razing in the fore
be still the rapid breath, one should
And the hurling of its lore
Sudden darkness clearing
I stood there peering
Into its feathered core
violence, bespoken
the idle, unbroken
And my wilted words, “no more,”
The clouds are churning,
the swell returning...
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
#parody
196 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 9:47am
27th Sep 2024 9:47am
Danse Putréfaction
Lo! 'Tis a night of foul decay
Where rot clings thick to bone
The air is rank with death's array
And flesh, long dead, has grown
The stage is set, but not for life
A show for cursed eyes
Where things that once were pure of strife
Now crawl beneath the skies
The curtain lifts, yet nothing breathes
No pulse, no living form
Just hollow husks with tangled wreathes
Of sinew, stiff and torn
Their skin, like wax, begins to sag
Their mouths gape open wide
But what commands them is no drag
It is the death inside
...
Where rot clings thick to bone
The air is rank with death's array
And flesh, long dead, has grown
The stage is set, but not for life
A show for cursed eyes
Where things that once were pure of strife
Now crawl beneath the skies
The curtain lifts, yet nothing breathes
No pulse, no living form
Just hollow husks with tangled wreathes
Of sinew, stiff and torn
Their skin, like wax, begins to sag
Their mouths gape open wide
But what commands them is no drag
It is the death inside
...
#dark
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#monsters
#shadows
186 reads
1 Comment
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 10:20am
26th Sep 2024 10:20am
Kill It, Kill It Now
Once upon a midnight dreary, I sat frozen, weak and weary
Fingers clenched in silent terror at the scratching on the floor
Through the night the sound was creeping, as if something foul was seeping
From a world where death lay sleeping—sleeping just outside my door
"Is it madness?" I did whisper, "Is it something to ignore?"
Still, it scratched—and nothing more
Cold the air grew, thick with rancor, filling me with some great anchor
That weighed my soul in dread and panic, shaking me to my core
Could it be a thing of...
Fingers clenched in silent terror at the scratching on the floor
Through the night the sound was creeping, as if something foul was seeping
From a world where death lay sleeping—sleeping just outside my door
"Is it madness?" I did whisper, "Is it something to ignore?"
Still, it scratched—and nothing more
Cold the air grew, thick with rancor, filling me with some great anchor
That weighed my soul in dread and panic, shaking me to my core
Could it be a thing of...
#dark
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#monsters
#scary
193 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 4:07am
21st Jun 2024 4:07am
The Lonely Rider in the Storm
A few minutes past the midnight hour, the chambermaids began to scour
Searching for the horrific cries of a woman somewhere on the third floor
And upon finding the guest room, the nervous manager broke in like a goon
They heard her screams of pain coming from behind the bathroom door
The woman yelled “help me please”, there on the bathroom floor on her knees
Clenching her stomach as she bled somewhere underneath her gown
The hotel manager with quick intuition, had a bell boy rush to get a physician
And the young man dashed to fetch the only doctor...
Searching for the horrific cries of a woman somewhere on the third floor
And upon finding the guest room, the nervous manager broke in like a goon
They heard her screams of pain coming from behind the bathroom door
The woman yelled “help me please”, there on the bathroom floor on her knees
Clenching her stomach as she bled somewhere underneath her gown
The hotel manager with quick intuition, had a bell boy rush to get a physician
And the young man dashed to fetch the only doctor...
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#grief
235 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th May 2024 8:31pm
10th May 2024 8:31pm
Apro-Poe
It is hard to hear the words
with all of these bells and birds
even poor old Anabelle Lee
cannot even seem to break free
From a dark, cluttered mind
on a desperate quest to find
some meaning or common sense
in a world doomed to its past tense
With sharp pendulums and pits
I watch sanity as it now sits
in judgement of each poem
lets the troubled soul now roam
Aimless wandering in the night
never then straight into the write
never able to set worry free
let the darkened spirit just be ...
with all of these bells and birds
even poor old Anabelle Lee
cannot even seem to break free
From a dark, cluttered mind
on a desperate quest to find
some meaning or common sense
in a world doomed to its past tense
With sharp pendulums and pits
I watch sanity as it now sits
in judgement of each poem
lets the troubled soul now roam
Aimless wandering in the night
never then straight into the write
never able to set worry free
let the darkened spirit just be ...
#confessional
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
#PowerOfWords
#TruthOfLife
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 7:20pm
5th Apr 2024 7:20pm
A Daughter of Poe
Funny how no one should know
of this lone daughter of Poe
who only penned with a black quill
with her blood the ink for her spill
Writing macabre lines in the dark
in the hopeless hope to then spark
some creative juices to flow
leaving a real trace then to show
Of a most serpentine mind
on a most lonely quest to find
some clear hereditary link
within this blend of Indian ink
With no apparent telltale sign
or any mere hint of the divine
shunning the word "nevermore"
preferring instead...
of this lone daughter of Poe
who only penned with a black quill
with her blood the ink for her spill
Writing macabre lines in the dark
in the hopeless hope to then spark
some creative juices to flow
leaving a real trace then to show
Of a most serpentine mind
on a most lonely quest to find
some clear hereditary link
within this blend of Indian ink
With no apparent telltale sign
or any mere hint of the divine
shunning the word "nevermore"
preferring instead...
#ghosts
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#EdgarAllanPoe
10 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 8:45pm
3rd Apr 2024 8:45pm
Catacombing
Funny how catacombs of the mind
are the perfect place to then find
hardly a shred of any dread
for words both spoken or unsaid
For only the lone sexton then tells
the secret in all of these bells
how often that they do so ring
without revealing a bloody thing
Leaving me here left out of sight
all alone on a cloudy dark night
to drown within an inkwell of ink
yet far too buoyant to truly sink
Into this most melancholy a bog
dazed and bemused within this fog
that weighs heavy upon the air ...
are the perfect place to then find
hardly a shred of any dread
for words both spoken or unsaid
For only the lone sexton then tells
the secret in all of these bells
how often that they do so ring
without revealing a bloody thing
Leaving me here left out of sight
all alone on a cloudy dark night
to drown within an inkwell of ink
yet far too buoyant to truly sink
Into this most melancholy a bog
dazed and bemused within this fog
that weighs heavy upon the air ...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#EdgarAllanPoe
19 reads
8 Comments
PaleSkies
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 2:29am
12th Nov 2023 2:29am
Sans Twilight
Sans twilight alone in the darkness
no footprints just a shadow in a cage
with a bottle of Jack in Eden's obscenity
of loneliness knocking at my door
waiting for the raven's alchemist
and quid pro quo in my head
screaming for the dew drops of dawn,
awakening, sans twilight
no footprints just a shadow in a cage
with a bottle of Jack in Eden's obscenity
of loneliness knocking at my door
waiting for the raven's alchemist
and quid pro quo in my head
screaming for the dew drops of dawn,
awakening, sans twilight
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
342 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
4th Oct 2023 9:23am
4th Oct 2023 9:23am
Catacombs of Mind
I am only able to truly find
peace in the catacombs of mind
where I meander lonely stone halls
decipher all these bloodstained walls
A little dark skullduggery
to compliment all of this thuggery
let my thoughts now stray
to this realm of evilest play
Locks without any keys
were always the perfect tease
to keep me contained
distill down all that remained
Passing away this glacial time
pulling apart fine lines of rhyme
like helpless dragonfly wings
with all of the thrill that still brings...
peace in the catacombs of mind
where I meander lonely stone halls
decipher all these bloodstained walls
A little dark skullduggery
to compliment all of this thuggery
let my thoughts now stray
to this realm of evilest play
Locks without any keys
were always the perfect tease
to keep me contained
distill down all that remained
Passing away this glacial time
pulling apart fine lines of rhyme
like helpless dragonfly wings
with all of the thrill that still brings...
#dark
#evil
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#EdgarAllanPoe
16 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Bumped 9th Sep 2023 6:20pm
1st May 2021 8:15pm
1st May 2021 8:15pm
Raven
I do not need all of them
Poe's 594 words to describe
to forever explain
this harbinger of deep pain
Carrying sorrow on his wings
pulling sharp on heart strings
just because
Death likes the sound
Always traveling alone
so weary to the bone
from being Death's envoy
Death's companion
With feathers jet black
to hide the red blood
no matter the flood ...
Poe's 594 words to describe
to forever explain
this harbinger of deep pain
Carrying sorrow on his wings
pulling sharp on heart strings
just because
Death likes the sound
Always traveling alone
so weary to the bone
from being Death's envoy
Death's companion
With feathers jet black
to hide the red blood
no matter the flood ...
#birds
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#EdgarAllanPoe
36 reads
21 Comments
PaleSkies
Poem Published
5th Aug 2023 6:37pm
5th Aug 2023 6:37pm
Voices From the Gramophone
Seduced by shame's dark macabre
poetic intimacy with my quill's fob
With tortured hands of forbidden tomes
hearing voices from the gramophone
Lusting twilight's basket of opium figs
with a plum's note of a Cointreau jib
Boiling over stormy nights candelabra
in quarantines ominous silence alone
Of Mandarin leaves hanging from punjab
with to short a breath in monotone
Hearing voices from the gramophone
awakening to the raven's hobbler
poetic intimacy with my quill's fob
With tortured hands of forbidden tomes
hearing voices from the gramophone
Lusting twilight's basket of opium figs
with a plum's note of a Cointreau jib
Boiling over stormy nights candelabra
in quarantines ominous silence alone
Of Mandarin leaves hanging from punjab
with to short a breath in monotone
Hearing voices from the gramophone
awakening to the raven's hobbler
#dark
#erotic
#EdgarAllanPoe
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