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.
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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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
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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
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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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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
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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
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The Midnight Window
A man sits at his window, at night
Quill in hand, paper in sight
He writes a poem by candlelight
Wondering why the world is dark, despite
The moon and stars that should provide
Some glimmer of hope, some light inside
But all he sees is endless night
Leaving him with just his thoughts to guide
He wonders if the darkness is within
A reflection of the state he's in
Or if it's something larger,
Something bigger
A force that he can't comprehend or...
Quill in hand, paper in sight
He writes a poem by candlelight
Wondering why the world is dark, despite
The moon and stars that should provide
Some glimmer of hope, some light inside
But all he sees is endless night
Leaving him with just his thoughts to guide
He wonders if the darkness is within
A reflection of the state he's in
Or if it's something larger,
Something bigger
A force that he can't comprehend or...
#depression
#dark
#SelfReflection
#morality
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Edgar
I was out for a walk
one day when I heard
a voice say "forevermore"
which made me look up
and see this one raven.
After I looked around
and saw that no one
else was there, this
kid smiled and took
the bird to his house.
Once there, I made
sure that "Edgar"
has been well fed
and taken care of.
one day when I heard
a voice say "forevermore"
which made me look up
and see this one raven.
After I looked around
and saw that no one
else was there, this
kid smiled and took
the bird to his house.
Once there, I made
sure that "Edgar"
has been well fed
and taken care of.
#birds
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#dialogue
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Narrating my life

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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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A Rocking Chair
Lying in bed rifling through dreams
I heard a creak, not all is as it seems
It came from the drawing room
I lit a lamp and took a walk through the hallway gloom
There it sat, a rocking chair
Sounds were still on the midnight air
Nothing wrong, not a peep
I turn around and retreat to sleep
On the morrow all was normal
The day was drab and work was formal
Upon return I had a brandy before bed
Traipsing toward slumber to rest my weary head
As I snuffed the wick......a creak, "Tis nothing", I dismissed ...
I heard a creak, not all is as it seems
It came from the drawing room
I lit a lamp and took a walk through the hallway gloom
There it sat, a rocking chair
Sounds were still on the midnight air
Nothing wrong, not a peep
I turn around and retreat to sleep
On the morrow all was normal
The day was drab and work was formal
Upon return I had a brandy before bed
Traipsing toward slumber to rest my weary head
As I snuffed the wick......a creak, "Tis nothing", I dismissed ...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#insomnia
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Listening to Vincent Price
.....
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