Love Poems About Raven or Raven Love Poems
by Linda-Marie Sweetheart |
Categories: love, heart, heart,

Listen To the Heart

"Listen! to the Heart" ~~~~~~~~ every heart strums strings of symphony an open book exploring dreams and fantasies the lovebeat touches emotions and feelings serene as candy-filled caramel cremes. every heart twirls in tune to love and romance a paradox portrait of lovers in a trance echoing laughter in harmonious haven or a fickle falsetto black as a raven. every heart is a treasure chest of precious jewels as tenderness comforts those heartaches so cruel the heart always gives; suddenly takes away so listen to the heart; hear the words it must say.

by Lin Lane |
Categories: lost love,

On Restless Wings

I wrote verse on the wings of a lark
romantic phrases in perfect rhyme
but the lark flew away in the dark
I wrote no further for the longest time

A lone blue jay landed upon my lawn
I wrote sweet prose on his sapphire wings
He spent the night with me, but at dawn
the jay flew away and no longer sings

I answered the call of a beautiful raven
I wrote love sonnets on his ebony wings
He stayed for years in my safe haven
I was one of the raven's castoff things

I no longer trust those who take flight
I lost them all and my torn heart bled
On restless wings I'll never again write
of love that leaves me alone in my bed

by Raven Drake |
Categories: parody, philosophy, symbolism,


Farcical, extravagant 
My birthmark is a scar 
A speckled blotch ...
A spot of pox 
An icon from afar 

I'm an upstart, I'm an eyesore 
Ranting with a flair
In a tempest, I'm a rabid bird 
Setting fire to the air 

As dauntless as a hellhag 
Unmoved by love or care 
I can hold up in a cyclone 
Feasting on your fear 

I'm your last hope 
As a laughingstock 
I'm your courage in a dare 
As audacious as a terrorist 
With death-defying hair 

When it's time to play the tragic fool 
I'm as flagrant as a glare 
Seething with a vengeance
In a tantrum of despair

Written by © Raven Drake

by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: fantasy, love, sensual,

Blood Moon

Raven orchids drape the night,
fraying in the high petals
of swooning fronds.
I sit beneath a daffodil porch light,
a blood moon blushing tangerine
in a field of white alyssum
as I smell the nascent lilt
of a voodoo rose.
The giggling breeze
that flirted with my lashes
suddenly becomes a gust,
stinging my eyes.
Voodoo thorns rip my shirt
in a netherworld of absent flesh
as silhouettes of unbridled marigolds
woo their willing beds.
In my daffodil haze
I lift black narcissus
in an absent glass 
to toast forbidden love,
the feral moon and I
beneath the breathless echo
of wild star light.

Posted 11/25/22

by Joanna Daniel |
Categories: color,

Colors - Black and White

Life is in pieces of black and white Like a chessboard The moonlight shines through darkness of night Like a barcode ~ Noah chose a raven, then dove Bad luck or peace? A bride in white dressed in pure love Black mourn decease ~ The penguin and the zebra The snow leopard White tiger and the panda Monochrome weird ~ Milk boils when it is heated Tar melts when hot Cotton flies, wool is seated Coal heats the pot ~ I print all of these lines In jet black ink On a white sheet designed To make you think 02/21/17

by Ray Dillard |
Categories: death, lost love

Raven Made Her Choice

Perched upon his resting place, Raven made her call She planned to join her lover, using powder and a ball Gazing at the markers where the predeceased were laid She watched her namesake circle, and heard his woeful voice, Then mused the circumstances that took her partner’s life. Could sacrifice unite them? Is there an afterlife? And listening to the chilling call, Raven made her choice. For ~~A Rambling Poet~~ and the contest: Among The Dead by Ray Dillard

by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: devotion, for him, i love you, remember, romance,

Your Girl

Take these old hands into yours
remember how they felt when
they were unwrinkled and belonged
to a young girl.

Take this tired smile honey I know
you don't miss and see the temptation
of passion that even now old, burns with a 
deep desire for your kiss.

Take my grey touched, raven hair
and let it dance through your fingers
as if you do not care.

Take these older hazel, green eyes
and see that when looking at you
they still youthfully shine.

Take this old heart for it is still yours
and lend to it the thought that I am
no matter how old, still the same,
your girl.

by Arlene Smith |
Categories: death, grief, love,

His Last Kiss

Raven hair splays across her pillow in soft waves.
Olive skin as smooth as the satin on which she lays.

Golden locket with their images, rests upon her throat.
His heart wrenching pain, hidden, as the gun neath his coat.

His last kiss as soft as her dusty pink lips.
He remembers her warmth and the curve of her hips.

Their vows taken in bliss; till death do us part.
To the living, is left a broken, bleeding heart.

He leans over her body with his gun aimed true.
Crimson sprays up, dotting sky's of blue.

Echo's of gunfire, the tombstones couldn't mask it.
As his body falls limp, across his true love's casket.

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: imagery, romantic,

Passion Fruit Kisses

Passion fruit kisses, a tropical breeze
     Butterfly flickers, your lashes do tease
Cherry encounters of promised delight
     Spray of seduction, the sea mist at night

Mango martini of unmatched desire
    Touches of Jasmine, fuel to the fire
Liquor of Palm tree, Coconut dew
     Will keep me forever enchanted with you

Sunset of satin against raven hair
     Pineapple mornings to bless skin so fair
Passion fruit kisses, a tropical breeze
    To love you forever, Papaya agrees

by Sharon Tideswell |
Categories: love,

A Raven's Thirst - Part 2


Afar across cool waves on quiet shores,
beneath each rising sun her beauty grew,
as pure as falling snow, the skin she wore
aglow with radiance as sweet as dew.

Soft burnished raven tresses, black as night,
caressed her face then fell in silk cascade,
and honeyed tones adorned a voice, so light,
that echoed from blush lips in serenade.

As days and many months of time weaved on
she blossomed, as a rose of scent so rare,
yet of her many suitors she’d have none,
dismissed with gentle wave of hand so fair.

A lone and wistful silver moonlit stroll
unearths a song that strangely stirs her soul.

by Rob Carmack |
Categories: first love, lost love, mythology, raven,


As she walked across the sand,
receding waves made graffiti
out of the footsteps of a Valkyrie.
An ocean’s city let go of her hand
as we passed under a tree –
her hair like the gold of Valhalla’s marquee.
It was there, in another god’s hall,
the raven flew under a ceiling of shields,
and her grace lived in every swan.
It was then, when I first met need,
thirsting for wine but settling for mead.
Baldr’s death carved into a stone wall
moved me west to the mistletoe.
Her face held by another, his fingers 
the lightening that tore open the skies
and bled the blue into her eyes.
My first loss and left out of place,
to learn what can’t be taught.

by Nick Bagnall |
Categories: death, loss, lost love, love

Raven's Watch

She's always there, watching
Over the quiet graves
Torn between life and death
Waiting 'till her time ends
When at last, she can be
Reunited with him

Without his strong arms
She falters and fails
Ne'er to love again
Her gentle heart is
Smashed beyond repair

She is the one
They call Raven
Soulless, helpless
Without his love

She stands and
Looks over

Where they


Written By Nick Bagnall
For Contest "Among the dead"
13th Place

by Nigel Fawcett |
Categories: friendship, hope, life, love

The Sun Will Shine On Your Face

Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically, because
This tortured path has ne’er been seen before
And every rock is a problem that was
And every chasm is an open sore
Each footstep will demand its pound of pain
The raven keeps score of the promises
But I will endure until I unchain
The bright drops from the dark cloud’s surfaces

    And refract the light from the Sun, to send
    To the Heart of Gold at the Rainbow’s end ~

by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: angel, flying, happiness, love,

A Is For Angel

A is for Angel…  

A is for Angel, Angel of love.
It can change raven into a dove.
Earliest morning, when twilight blend,
Near the horizon Angels ascend.
Singing and dancing, they came to play.
kissing me with breeze, dancing away.
Lonely I am, wishful of love,
Angels are here, I’m climbing above.
Higher and higher into the sky,
dancing with angels higher than high.
Where are we going? Nobody knows!
God may be waiting, or down it goes.
Wishful and happy into the sky,
you'll see me dancing, or I may die.

4/3/2016 Haloo 

by Robert Lindley |
Categories: absence, beauty, death of a friend, emotions, grief, i miss you, sorry,

Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top

Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top

I met you there, so very full of grace
single rose in your shining raven hair
Radiance beaming from your sweet face
couldn't stop myself, I had to stare!

Every moment since, forever treasured
nights glowed on, your smile a star
Everything since that night measured,
love raced in deep, like a speeding car!

Now time has given me such great sorrow
Heaven welcomed your spirit on in
Misery my food, heartache my tomorrow
forever gone my lover, my great friend!

Glowing cloud on mountain top now dances
I gamble that climb and took my chances!

R.J. Lindley
Oct. 16th, 1973

by John Gondolf |
Categories: desire, love, lust, woman,

A Feline Searching the Night

The feline is stalking without any talking; her silhouette walking in temptation. On prowl she is searching for someone who’s lurching, or prey that is perching in frustration. Her raven hair shining; her looks so refining; her thoughts are designing on sensation. Her green eyes are peering with looks that are leering for someone appearing in fixation. At last her eyes spying a vision complying; a gentleman trying for flirtation. Exchange of small talking without any balking, and off they go walking: culmination.

by Jeremy Street |
Categories: angel, baby, love,

When Hearts, Are All We See

Dawned the damsel in distress
His raven cries at, her bequest
Sing red robin yes, a love song.

by Tom Clark |
Categories: lost love, love

For the Longings of a Heart

Within my moon lit courtyard.
When night, is late and dark.
The raven comes to sit with me.
And tempts me to embark.

Upon a journey that entails.
The mind and hand and heart.
To walk a road, once tread before.
That can leave a dreadful mark.

But deep inside I hear the song.
And know that gentle spark.
That caresses all that lives in me.
And touches mind and heart.

So if the winds of wisdom.
Blow softly in the dark.
Then walk this road again, I might.
For the longings of a heart.

by Quoth Theraven |
Categories: kiss, love, men, raven, woman,

Surprise Me

turned quick nose to nose
comfort felt in knowing kiss
lovely your surprise

by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: best friend, for her, friendship, happiness, hope, joy, love,

''What Thou Art To Me'' Revisited

What thou art to me may I gladly 
shout and proclaim to thee most well? 
Thou art to me a high-born lady 
of style whereof I'd love to tell, 
a princess that's sage and lovely—
whose mind is like a pleasant dell. 
Thou art to me a raven-haired 
of graciousness that's never seen.  
Thou art the friend that boldly dared 
to be the one and hopeful Queen, 
a source of ruth who cried and shared 
her tears through eyes of limpid green.  
Thou art to me a fresh new start,  
a renaissance of hope that's true:—
God's gift of grace to my sinful heart 
and to my shame that I so rue;
thou art thus the most blessèd part 
of faith and joy that now ensue.

by Kate Davies |
Categories: imagery, moon, mythology, night, spiritual,

She, of the Onyx Crown

Beauty of yours, informed by moon's illume,
Irises lilac, heaven sent thee here,
Adducing stock's spiced vanilla perfume,
My heart all consumed, I must have your ear.

Oh, creature of mourn, what love are thee?
Raven hair, for it appears, has no death,
Your words whisper of winds long lost at sea,
Darkness doth command with a single breath.

Blinded, such you have obscured every star,
I am yours, now the only eyes required,
She of the onyx crown, goddess you are,
I, your nocturnal animal... Inspired.

Do you salvate all sin within your sight?
Let us sing, and submit to Nyx's night.

by Hiya Sharma |
Categories: angel, dream, first love, love, poetry, romance, stars,

Rose-Quartz Haze

When jade Specks of desire carved a raven calamitous shape of coal-crescent, losing the last soil once
My lilac heart of rouge runes, shimmered in galaxy, lathered with embers of laced life for soul of thou
I float in rose quartz haze befogged upon starlit symphony's hymnal moondust, strolling in perfumed 'You'.

by Lu Loo |
Categories: dark, deep,

Preying On Death

the ravens rest upon the graven cross,
                for it is time to guard death with their wings-
they prey on souls who endure love and loss,
                as a demon weeps and an angel sings;
barren branches wither to ash and bone…
                               one ebon raven longs to perch alone

I chose #2 (black ravens on a cross in a graveyard)

Make IT Six Poetry Contest
Joseph May
October 1, 2019

by Constance La France |
Categories: love,

In Love's Embrace

I have found paradise with my first love in his eyes his gentle touch O, I love to stroke his raven hair as he whispers I love you . . . and our fingers entwine and lips crush mine 'till we are soaring- higher, higher, higher our passion almost pain our bodies thirsty two hearts beating then we lay wrapped together . . . in love's embrace ________________________ November 12, 2020 Poetry/Free Verse/in love's embrace Copyright Protected ID -11-1304-255-12 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France EoW (10) first love, November 12, 2020 Blog Challenge, Brian Strand

by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: baptism, beauty, city, eve, first love, funny, gender, god, history, independence day, mystery, mythology, night, obituary, raven, sea, silly, summer, sweet, teacher, world, yellow,

Roll On

Lauren Hill slow songs thrill,

they pop like a fast moving pill,

I am flopped on top of a junk food bill,

and running with a skunk who tells me to take in my fill-

like leading um' on into my dream,
I create a festering lean,

I rank every thought in order of how I like it,

and prep for a long time that's gonna break all the cycles.

Striding with my shrine,

as I shock a spine,

revitalize and prime-

as I preen and primp and chimp-

as I act like a pimp,

I black out and gimp,

skimp out on my dying moment because death is no shrimp!