Raven he did come today
to tell me news of bad and gray
you see, he is my trusted friend
he tells me when life’s at its end
for those I love and those I cherish
he tells me soft not as a menace
so when the news is told to me
my raven holds my hand, you see
and even though the news is bad
life goes on and always has.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written today, and a good introduction to my Raven collection that's ever growing. 🌹
- Category: Reflection
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So glad to see you back my friend. A wonderful poem that gives shudders in that I lost a close friend this week.
Dearest sorrenbarret I'm truly delighted to see you, I'm so very busy at the moment to come by, but every so often for now I'll show up, so very deeply sorry to hear about your friend, I am humbled that my raven has brought some comfort. big hugs my dear friend. Thank you so much for always turning up for me. 🌹
A wonderful introduction to your beautiful Raven collection, indeed, dearest Teddy. This reads like a lullaby for mortality...gentle, wise, and deeply human. You remind us that even in endings, the soul can still be held. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A great poem for the return of a much missed poet! 💜
My dear Tristan, such lovely words from you, as always, miss you all but sometimes life calls and I've got more hours at work so I'm delighted with that. I'll be around just not as much. Biggest of hugs to you my wonderful poet friend. 🌹 Thank you...
Wonderful words Teddy, may your friend be always there for you.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy, a wonderful muse he is. 🌹
A great read - looking forward to more of these. Limerick ideas? Im out of inspiration at the moment.
Hello my dear Michael, thank you for your kind words
Some ideas for you (Limerick)
She went round the bend
Dogs ears are to long
The vicar slipped on dog poo
Filomena has size 47 feet
A lady called Lilly
When it rains cats and dogs
When the wind from my wife blows
When the wind from my husband blows
Dolly got her hair caught in a zip
I couldn't find my glasses but they were on top of my head
How's that? ❤️ I know I can make your mind wander, have fun.
Ah bless - yes I'm off - lets see what I come up with.
Heres a couple:
There was a fat lass called Gertrude Papp
whose little dog Stanley _ a lovely wee chap
who you couldn’t ignore -
jumped up from the floor
and got lost in the enveloping folds of her lap.
When it rains cat’s and dogs down our Lane
it gives reason for all to complain
its not the cats and dogs
but the size of their logs
which they splatter across the domain.
Lmao the second one I love so much 👏 pm me if you ever need dear Michael I will always give my best to you, I absolutely love what we can do when we put our heads together. Fabulous. ❤️
I've still got a few suggestions to work with so watch out.....
Maybe I also need to befriend a raven, it would be better than the once I already have. Nice poem Teddy.
How poetic when I was growing up in London I was terrified of these type birds and terribly uneasy around their sound, but of course my Raven, was born out of real life grief and inspired by Edgar Allan Poe, I adore my Raven, and has become my favourite muse for now. Thank you once again for coming by to leave such encouragement 🌹
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