Least Read Poems on Edgar Allan Poe
#EdgarAllanPoe
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
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2022 9:04pm
23rd Oct 2022 9:04pm
Dystopic
What to do when I am through
when nonsense makes good sense
blowing me off of this rusty fence
how even a long black hearse
could somehow not be worse
feeling a bit like dear old Poe
except with a plucked Jim Crow
(since ravens don’t much like Dixie)
preferring stained glass to paper cups
how a troubled mind still disrupts
undesired subway trains of thought
hardly myopic yet still dystopic
when nonsense makes good sense
blowing me off of this rusty fence
how even a long black hearse
could somehow not be worse
feeling a bit like dear old Poe
except with a plucked Jim Crow
(since ravens don’t much like Dixie)
preferring stained glass to paper cups
how a troubled mind still disrupts
undesired subway trains of thought
hardly myopic yet still dystopic
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#EdgarAllanPoe
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 8:43pm
16th Sep 2021 8:43pm
Edgar Allen
Catacombs of the mind
is where I go to find
you...
spilling your Indian ink
Leaning so far back
with your warmed Cognac
your puff of clinging smoke
to further obscure
While you again lure
me...
into that dark place
where I once again face
Melancholic rhyme
the sweet misery of time
spent all alone
spent so denied
In a life ever tried
yet true
forever grey yet blue
by the weight of the write
is where I go to find
you...
spilling your Indian ink
Leaning so far back
with your warmed Cognac
your puff of clinging smoke
to further obscure
While you again lure
me...
into that dark place
where I once again face
Melancholic rhyme
the sweet misery of time
spent all alone
spent so denied
In a life ever tried
yet true
forever grey yet blue
by the weight of the write
#dark
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#EdgarAllanPoe
13 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 6:23pm
3rd Apr 2023 6:23pm
A Time to Chime
"Hear the tolling of the bells-
iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!"
~ Edgar Allan Poe
They sit up upon high
on their throne in the sky
a belfry to rule
yet tied to their frayed coil
in any moment to spoil
this silence with their violence
a resident chime
with a resonant rhyme
haunts each echo
marks every hour
from way atop the tower
summoning a knelled judgement
iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!"
~ Edgar Allan Poe
They sit up upon high
on their throne in the sky
a belfry to rule
yet tied to their frayed coil
in any moment to spoil
this silence with their violence
a resident chime
with a resonant rhyme
haunts each echo
marks every hour
from way atop the tower
summoning a knelled judgement
#death
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#EdgarAllanPoe
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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
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
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6 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
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8 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 8:08pm
27th Nov 2021 8:08pm
Catacombs
About Edgar Allen Poe (1808 - 1849)
Catacombs of a frayed mind
always the perfect place to find
what one is not looking for
safe behind some random door
For sanity is a mere gift
for those who remain thrift
when it comes to a dark write
in the bedlam of the night
Words are unwieldy things
like wearing too many rings
for a want of fingers
this mal feeling that lingers
Gamboling between the lines
as waxing lunacy entwines
the prize...
Catacombs of a frayed mind
always the perfect place to find
what one is not looking for
safe behind some random door
For sanity is a mere gift
for those who remain thrift
when it comes to a dark write
in the bedlam of the night
Words are unwieldy things
like wearing too many rings
for a want of fingers
this mal feeling that lingers
Gamboling between the lines
as waxing lunacy entwines
the prize...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#EdgarAllanPoe
22 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
5th Aug 2020 10:18pm
5th Aug 2020 10:18pm
Poeify
The darkness of the mind
is always able to find
itself ... only after
its candle is smothered
For a bright tapering light
cannot hope to delight
a fractured fractious soul
sealing up itself within
Escaping its mortal sin
by penning on yellowed page
to rattle the rusted cage
with a ring of three brass keys
Each a cipher that frees
the one in the floor
the one in the wall
even the one within the tomb
Visiting each mentaled room ...
is always able to find
itself ... only after
its candle is smothered
For a bright tapering light
cannot hope to delight
a fractured fractious soul
sealing up itself within
Escaping its mortal sin
by penning on yellowed page
to rattle the rusted cage
with a ring of three brass keys
Each a cipher that frees
the one in the floor
the one in the wall
even the one within the tomb
Visiting each mentaled room ...
#WritingPoetry
#EdgarAllanPoe
26 reads
5 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
16th May 2020 3:39pm
16th May 2020 3:39pm
What Do You Poe
What marvels were there
within that despair
oozing on out
like red Indian ink
To make us now think
about the diced mind
what we would find
when no one was looking
For eternal love
lost
the bitter most cost
of opening the heart
Even one buried
below the wooden floor
wanting nothing more
than to beat out
A willing confession
a most valued possession
after a clean shaven
raven
within that despair
oozing on out
like red Indian ink
To make us now think
about the diced mind
what we would find
when no one was looking
For eternal love
lost
the bitter most cost
of opening the heart
Even one buried
below the wooden floor
wanting nothing more
than to beat out
A willing confession
a most valued possession
after a clean shaven
raven
#admiration
#EdgarAllanPoe
32 reads
10 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
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
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21 Comments
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