Tribute to Poe's 'The Raven'Once upon a midnight dreary, all who pondered weak and weary,Tribute to Poe's 'The Raven'3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Thought and sought to solve their queary, on all the trials and woes of life.
Then the silent screams awaken, all love'd lost and were forsaken,
Many gifts and off'rings taken, sunk deep into them like a knife.
Words of pride and joy and sorrow, plunged deep into them like a knife.
And thus they go on with their life.
Then once upon that moonlit hour, hidden from scorn and heated glower,
Thoughts of many gifted flower, still thriving on avoiding strife.
While they pondered thoughts were fleeting, many others they were greeting,
All but death was what they're cheating, stil
A Tribute to Edgar Allan PoeToday (well at least according to US time zones) we celebrate the bicentennial of Edgar Allan Poe, the famous American poet. He was born as Edgar Poe on January the 19th of 1809 in Boston, Massachusetts. His middle name Allan was given to him by his foster family, who took him in, when he was a little child. As for the rest of his life's story, I would like to recommend you to read the encyclopedia entry Edgar Allan Poe and to have a look on the website of the Poe Museum, because they provide the relevant information in a far more elaborate style than I possibly could achieve.A Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe4 years ago in Tributes More Like This
Instead I prefer to offer you a small feature of deviations here on deviantART, which are related to Poe or his works.
Let's start with some illustrations picturing Poe himself:
Tribute to Mister Poe Laughs echoes down the hillTribute to Mister Poe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet, the valley lays asleep, still
with no voices to be heard
covered by a silent shred
Under this moon, so pale
whispers come from the dale
with another ghostly tale
Soon the night arises
and trees casts their own disguises
of misty shadows
hiding all angels hallows
Jack+Jill by E.A. Poe REVISEDJack and Jill (As Told By Edgar Allen Poe)Jack+Jill by E.A. Poe REVISED2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jack and Jill
Young Jack and Jill
Went up the hill to fetch a pail.
A pail, a pail,
A silvery pail,
A pail of cooling water.
And as they walked,
And as they talked,
The clouds above with thunder taut
Foreshadowed then a journey fraught
With dismal situations.
But still enjoying pleasant thought,
The two in idle chatter came
Midway upon their resting spot
Upon the hill where they'd remain.
While still the gloom around them grew,
The darkness gaining while wind blew.
And still they walked.
And still they talked
Amid the wicked,
Sinister and deathly sounds
Of wind that pounds
An Ode to Poe - chant royaleA pioneer of tales to chill and frightAn Ode to Poe - chant royale4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was Master Poe, for, as you may recall,
He penned "The Raven" - famous not in slight,
Its verses known to many, if not all.
Prosaic works of mystery, to thrill
Most anyone into a deathly chill -
And though he struggled constantly with fate,
His death was tragically too soon a date.
For he shall live forever in his lore,
Though life cut short did ne'er befit this Great,
And thus I quote the Raven - "Nevermore".
Now most would think today Poe lived to write,
But he did write to live. 'Twas his downfall
That on this he relied. Try as he might,
He never seemed to capture nor enthrall.