Poems Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
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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.
night rider
Night Rider
He was riding on a flat prairie landscape shaped like
a pan-handle, but as far as he could see, there were
millions of coffins, some were expensive, others were cheap, like homemade cardboard boxes, but in each one of them a dead person, at last equality.
The sun was forever trying to get down, throwing
rays on white clouds, and since it was late afternoon
the clouds wore pink and danced Edward Degas-style
The ground was covered in sheets of black plastic, which
undulated slightly in the breeze.
The horse's hoofs made...
He was riding on a flat prairie landscape shaped like
a pan-handle, but as far as he could see, there were
millions of coffins, some were expensive, others were cheap, like homemade cardboard boxes, but in each one of them a dead person, at last equality.
The sun was forever trying to get down, throwing
rays on white clouds, and since it was late afternoon
the clouds wore pink and danced Edward Degas-style
The ground was covered in sheets of black plastic, which
undulated slightly in the breeze.
The horse's hoofs made...
#EdgarAllanPoe
#ArthurRimbaud
#DrSeuss #BillyCollins
#DrSeuss #BillyCollins
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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
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Pearl of Adieu
Two flames of the candle
with a scent of the cicada
but it could have been a fig
captivating the raven
first twigs of the night
burning at both ends
when twigs blow softly
listening to the dew
with it's pearl of adieu
but it could have been a fig
captivating the raven
with a scent of the cicada
but it could have been a fig
captivating the raven
first twigs of the night
burning at both ends
when twigs blow softly
listening to the dew
with it's pearl of adieu
but it could have been a fig
captivating the raven
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
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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
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Absence of Relevancy
In my dreams, with an absence of relevancy
shadowing me, bringing me no tomorrow or
echoes to hold on to. The calculus doesn't fit
the clock. With an unsounded aphorism, the
Hippocratic raven is but a bird with a big mouth
and a sweet tooth for the unheard, tapping at
the timber of my mind's core.
shadowing me, bringing me no tomorrow or
echoes to hold on to. The calculus doesn't fit
the clock. With an unsounded aphorism, the
Hippocratic raven is but a bird with a big mouth
and a sweet tooth for the unheard, tapping at
the timber of my mind's core.
#philosophical
#EdgarAllanPoe
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3 poems to 3 poets that drive me crazy with pleasure and pain...
Baudelaire's lost poem.
This will be the last you'll hear from me,
withered pernicious flower.
Silent scream!
Bloodstained.
One second, one moment,
then the shadow disappears...
… from a broken heart!
Lovecraft gave me a broken heart.
The curtain closes!
An eternal dislike...
yet we continue in sin.
In the end, the shadow disappears,
we are deprived of its light forever…
In madness forever.
Poe's Spicy...
This will be the last you'll hear from me,
withered pernicious flower.
Silent scream!
Bloodstained.
One second, one moment,
then the shadow disappears...
… from a broken heart!
Lovecraft gave me a broken heart.
The curtain closes!
An eternal dislike...
yet we continue in sin.
In the end, the shadow disappears,
we are deprived of its light forever…
In madness forever.
Poe's Spicy...
#dark
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe
#WritingPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe
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Reflections of Eternal Torment
True! - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The events that have unfolded before me are beyond reason and comprehension of any sane mind. It all started on a fateful night when I was alone in my room. I looked into the mirror, and that’s when I saw it - my reflection, with an unnaturally large and wicked grin. It was a grin that stretched from ear to ear and looked as though it was carved on the face of the devil himself. I tried to look away, but I couldn't.
Then, before I knew it, I was grabbed and pulled into the...
Then, before I knew it, I was grabbed and pulled into the...
#dark
#scary
#ShortStory
#EdgarAllanPoe
#horror
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A Vintage Breeze
Whispering acorns, grasshopper knees,
as the sun breaks through, sonnets of spring.
Winding me a gentle vintage breeze,
of vibes from a rainbow and cornets.
Over the whistling of twilight's teapot,
and crumpets with winging shadows
of poetic mimes and a raven at my door
as the sun breaks through, sonnets of spring.
Winding me a gentle vintage breeze,
of vibes from a rainbow and cornets.
Over the whistling of twilight's teapot,
and crumpets with winging shadows
of poetic mimes and a raven at my door
#philosophical
#EdgarAllanPoe
#passion #emotions
#passion #emotions
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The Ghostly Craven
Once upon a midnight dreary,
I felt a presence, cold and eerie,
Watching from every corner, leery,
In the dark, where nothing's cheery
Silent shadows, creeping, crawling,
Whispering secrets, dark and appalling,
Stalking me, my fear enthralling,
Their dark embrace, forever calling
Every creak, every groan,
Makes me shiver to the bone,
Feeling lost and all alone,
In this haunted house I call my home
I try to flee, to no avail, ...
I felt a presence, cold and eerie,
Watching from every corner, leery,
In the dark, where nothing's cheery
Silent shadows, creeping, crawling,
Whispering secrets, dark and appalling,
Stalking me, my fear enthralling,
Their dark embrace, forever calling
Every creak, every groan,
Makes me shiver to the bone,
Feeling lost and all alone,
In this haunted house I call my home
I try to flee, to no avail, ...
#anxiety
#dark
#ghosts #EdgarAllanPoe
#ghosts #EdgarAllanPoe
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Mirroring The Macabre
Let dead be my epithet and Four Roses my rum when it's all said, on parchment of red. Tuned in to the tonsured monks. No more flowers, Just dead words. Suffering ghost in my purgatory. Driving me mad with wandering desires. Fashioning, wanting to be fed. Torn to tatters in gothic pewter as my muse begins the beguine. Fox Trotting, mirroring the macabre. With the power to read souls. In a state of being, with a tight chemise. But, don't hide from me, sweet Javelina. Saving the last dance for me in the shadows of obsidian, beneath the rock of a man-made nave. As the silent butler crunches the...
#dark
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Tawdry Muse
My consort, a tawdry muse
god willing the penicillin
playing in her dollhouse
where mama smells of mothballs
now but a clothes tree
as a shadow awakes
scratching my back
taking inventory of sanity
I have nothing to lose
but some brandy and vanity
paying the price serving her vice
laying the darkness bare
watching Doppler Radar
bringing in the fog
god willing the penicillin
playing in her dollhouse
where mama smells of mothballs
now but a clothes tree
as a shadow awakes
scratching my back
taking inventory of sanity
I have nothing to lose
but some brandy and vanity
paying the price serving her vice
laying the darkness bare
watching Doppler Radar
bringing in the fog
#dark
#gothic
#death #EdgarAllanPoe
#death #EdgarAllanPoe
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Pinched-Back Poe
A skeletal flower
awoke to gather souls
shepherding the woodland worms
listening to the dark red lipstick
with a mirror worn on its face
rattling the cage of seedless livery
with the cutlery's cuttlebone
writing what the eyes behold
like a pinched-back Poe
with decaying tongue
awoke to gather souls
shepherding the woodland worms
listening to the dark red lipstick
with a mirror worn on its face
rattling the cage of seedless livery
with the cutlery's cuttlebone
writing what the eyes behold
like a pinched-back Poe
with decaying tongue
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
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