Long Poems on Edgar Allan Poe
#EdgarAllanPoe
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
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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
152 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
190 reads
3 Comments
ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 8:09am
5th Mar 2023 8:09am
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
422 reads
8 Comments
richydakid
Poem Published
25th Oct 2022 6:23pm
25th Oct 2022 6:23pm
Narrating my life
#EdgarAllanPoe
231 reads
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 3:25am
22nd Oct 2020 3:25am
Poometry 101
poem
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p
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e
m e o p po'em(s) for d'people(s)
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Poet!
Poet! Thee
poet! poom
fell
out
...
p o e m
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m e o p po'em(s) for d'people(s)
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Poet!
Poet! Thee
poet! poom
fell
out
...
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#EdgarAllanPoe
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6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
17th Mar 2020 9:09pm
17th Mar 2020 9:09pm
Behold. A Mold Rolled ( For Love of Thee ) An Obvious Epiphany.
eStop messin wit my very
dear
self, for one more mo-
ment
(s)
.
i cherish the grass you green upon,
as happens every
as happens in some accelerated moments, to slowdown.
As happens As happened
now that tis muchmuch too late to even
settle for some swindlsome Career,
(jus't'see how it suits ye, & believe...
dear
self, for one more mo-
ment
(s)
.
i cherish the grass you green upon,
as happens every
as happens in some accelerated moments, to slowdown.
As happens As happened
now that tis muchmuch too late to even
settle for some swindlsome Career,
(jus't'see how it suits ye, & believe...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#EdgarAllanPoe
567 reads
3 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
9th Feb 2019 2:23am
9th Feb 2019 2:23am
The Mallard
a story, in verse,
with my apologies to Edgar Allen Poe,
and to anyone with a fetish for popcorn,
or spinsters,
or ducks
Once upon a May’s day, cheery, as I pondered, gay but weary,
Weary from the din of ducks amassing near my backyard door.
While I nodded, noontime-napping, dreaming that I heard some quacking,
Mallard drake was gently quacking, quacking at my backyard door.
“He’s just looking for a handout, quacking at my backyard door.
...
with my apologies to Edgar Allen Poe,
and to anyone with a fetish for popcorn,
or spinsters,
or ducks
Once upon a May’s day, cheery, as I pondered, gay but weary,
Weary from the din of ducks amassing near my backyard door.
While I nodded, noontime-napping, dreaming that I heard some quacking,
Mallard drake was gently quacking, quacking at my backyard door.
“He’s just looking for a handout, quacking at my backyard door.
...
#rhyming
#funny
#dirty #EdgarAllanPoe
#dirty #EdgarAllanPoe
1048 reads
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Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
5th Aug 2017 10:33pm
5th Aug 2017 10:33pm
PooPoo for PoePoeBuffs
On that night in rain drenched eerie, as I disrobed being leery
Of mother's words of how all good wives should behave
Whilst I primped and peered, seeking beauty within the mirror
'Twas startled by a gentle tapping, tapping, rapping upon my bathroom door
A voice so reassuring, with words like "do not worry" and "for you, I do adore"
"Please wait", I did implore
For wedding bells had rang that noon, and now upon our honeymoon
My flower would be taken soon, for it was my first time to...
Of mother's words of how all good wives should behave
Whilst I primped and peered, seeking beauty within the mirror
'Twas startled by a gentle tapping, tapping, rapping upon my bathroom door
A voice so reassuring, with words like "do not worry" and "for you, I do adore"
"Please wait", I did implore
For wedding bells had rang that noon, and now upon our honeymoon
My flower would be taken soon, for it was my first time to...
#love
#marriage
#sex #EdgarAllanPoe
#sex #EdgarAllanPoe
964 reads
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Manley_Pointer
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2016 10:00am
2nd Dec 2016 10:00am
Deteriorating
A beautiful chaotic voice began to skip my body,
like a pebble onto the pond of adventures,
skipping me into the unwarranted;
slumbering reality.
Grey withered leaves flooded my feet,
dissipating as they touched my ebony boots,
flickering with a purple hue, as they bid
their farewells.
Rainbow branches were scattered amongst
violet waterfalls, normalcy was
cascading at the same rate of the waterfalls.
I picked up one branch, and it began to pulsate
all over my palms as I gripped it,
sending thought provoking...
like a pebble onto the pond of adventures,
skipping me into the unwarranted;
slumbering reality.
Grey withered leaves flooded my feet,
dissipating as they touched my ebony boots,
flickering with a purple hue, as they bid
their farewells.
Rainbow branches were scattered amongst
violet waterfalls, normalcy was
cascading at the same rate of the waterfalls.
I picked up one branch, and it began to pulsate
all over my palms as I gripped it,
sending thought provoking...
#mirror
#narrative
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#EdgarAllanPoe
856 reads
3 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
25th Feb 2016 7:04am
25th Feb 2016 7:04am
More than a Man
~,,~`
I had drinks with the man
Cognac, Port, whisky, Beer,
Though, seeing him in person
He seemed more than a man
Not of his day
But of days,
Where was his star, for it aligned with mine,
Perfectly
Where was his star,
For it is also now in the house of Mendivil and Lovecraft,
His words heavy, as if a tower of stone
Mine, a tower of flesh and bone
Weak, diseased of shadow and cursed of light,
The Raven, Death came for me, Black Cat, Necronomicon, Cask of Amontillado,...
I had drinks with the man
Cognac, Port, whisky, Beer,
Though, seeing him in person
He seemed more than a man
Not of his day
But of days,
Where was his star, for it aligned with mine,
Perfectly
Where was his star,
For it is also now in the house of Mendivil and Lovecraft,
His words heavy, as if a tower of stone
Mine, a tower of flesh and bone
Weak, diseased of shadow and cursed of light,
The Raven, Death came for me, Black Cat, Necronomicon, Cask of Amontillado,...
#memorial
#EdgarAllanPoe
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Page_Writer
Mad Girl
Mad Girl
Poem Published
9th Mar 2012 8:52am
9th Mar 2012 8:52am
Forevermore (Nevermore)
Where have I been?
What have I seen?
These missing days before my death--
Oh, please tell me what they mean.
A marriage there was to be.
An editor I would become.
A promise to stay sober I planned to keep.
Or was I not so strong?
Did I stumble into the pub,
drinking myself to my grave.
No-- I promised I would stop.
And even I do abide by the rules someone sets,
especially if that someone is my love.
Where is the raven that haunted my dreams?
And does the pendulum still swing?
Promises of forever have been made.
I...
What have I seen?
These missing days before my death--
Oh, please tell me what they mean.
A marriage there was to be.
An editor I would become.
A promise to stay sober I planned to keep.
Or was I not so strong?
Did I stumble into the pub,
drinking myself to my grave.
No-- I promised I would stop.
And even I do abide by the rules someone sets,
especially if that someone is my love.
Where is the raven that haunted my dreams?
And does the pendulum still swing?
Promises of forever have been made.
I...
#memorial
#EdgarAllanPoe
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2 Comments
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