In the silent watch of the midnight hour,
We face alone the spectral power.
The ticking clock, the fleeting time,
Compose the rhythm, complete the rhyme.
Our loves, a beacon in the dark,
A tender flame, an undying spark.
Yet hates, like thorns, do prick and wound,
In our own flesh, they are soon found.
The ups, a soaring eagle’s flight,
A burst of day in the clutch of night.
Our downs, a chasm vast and wide,
Where echoes of our sorrows bide.
When solitude’s cloak wraps us tight,
In the quiet depth of the absent light,
Our fears, like phantoms, rise and sway,
In the dance of dread, they lead the way.
Our braves, a shield against the tide,
The inner strength we summon with pride.
For every demon that we face,
We arm ourselves with stoic grace.
The humanoid we masquerade,
A fragile actor on parade.
Yet beneath the costume and the scene,
Lies the truth, raw and pristine.
In the mirror of the soul’s reflection,
We seek solace, we seek direction.
For what makes us strange, sets us apart,
Is the pulsing life within our heart.
So let us toast to this strange ballet,
The loves and hates, the night and day.
For in this odd and wondrous blend,
We find the means to comprehend.
The journey’s long, the path is steep,
Through haunted woods, through valleys deep.
But in this quest, we find our worth,
As wanderers upon this Earth.
And so we write, with ink and tear,
A testament of all we fear.
But also scribe with hope and love,
The ballad of the stars above.
For we are strange, a curious lot,
In the grand design, a single dot.
Yet in this dot, the world we hold,
A story vast, forever told.
Sponsored • TRJ Ads
Inquiries: contact@therealistjuggernaut.com
I screamed again. This time “MOOREEARERREEEEE [MORE?!?!?]” I love Poe, yay! It has such vivid speed. I love ~windy~esque 18th Century/Poe-en-style poems where the breeze cuts them settles. Truly nice companion of Poe Poems, John!!
I’m glad I saved them for a good time ☺️😌😎🤙🏼 🐦⬛🕸️🌌🤝🏼
Well, there will be many more Edgar Allan Poe-style poems coming, as always. Sometimes I can’t help myself either; writing some of these poems just needs that style of poetry. Thank you very much, Sam! Your words are very encouraging. 😎
I’ve gotta agree. When I start speaking in limerick in my head is when I kinda venture back to Poe and think about his work. As ever, I support!! 😎🐦⬛
Behold Edgar Allan Poe, sovereign of sonnet and verse, the greatest poet ever to traverse the shadowy vale of Parnassus.
That’s deep cut bro, shadowy and brick-lime with mortar stows. Oh my. 😎😆
😆😎
Poe would be confused by those emojis. He would probably reply: ‘Ah, a slice through the veneer of the mundane, where shadows play architect in the alcoves of the mind. The masonry of thought cements a fortress in the ether, impervious to the ordinary. We build, layer by layer, a citadel of dreams. 😎
I love 18-century masonry why not? I’m playing Minecraft rn. I think Poe would say something very similar in this day as well 🤣🤣😄😌
He definitely would. 😎
Lol
😎