Poetry Youtube Channel!
Hello friends! I know it's been a while, but I have finally made a channel that will exclusively talk about poetry, paintings and other art forms. Below you will find a link to my very first video regarding the great Edgar Allan Poe's most known poem, "The Raven". I hope you all have a great day and that you will consider subscribing and liking my video :)
From me to Thee
If our lips were to cuddle
Under the arrows of tears--
An angel's elation Sincere
Would you then unburden
Your tortured soul to me?
If you were to feel the life in my chest
When your troubled head concedes,
And know my heart never to deceive
Would I then be able to bequeath
My declining soul to thee?
Fog canopies the cemetery
As the blood moon scowls
A smell emits from the ground--ghastly
And a hand penetrates the dirt how
A chick emerges from its shell
Looming is a black cladded giant
With long stygian disheveled hair
The color of the atmosphere is now violet
Be prepared to face your damned despair
A tombstone is already crafted.
I constantly grieve for you
Oh, how I used to hate you
I once saw in the reflection
Someone looking to be adored--
Eyes polluted with sorrow, a gaze
So bleak that a mannequin looked more
How could you still feel?
Why did you still try?
Where the answer lies
Resides behind that doleful look
That opaque oasis that we call will
And you willed your way there--
To the state you're at now
I used to hate you, but
Now, I think I love you.
I can't quite seem to find you
Yet, you always seem to find me
How is it that my aim were dreams
But your dreams are me?
So tell me, how can I find you?
How did you find me in the seas
Of trauma, where my thoughts anchored
My being to aimless troubled needs
To what lengths much I stretch for you?
Must I delve into the fire of your ire?
Or hold you when illness keeps you still?
Perhaps you shouldn't have to tell
Perhaps I should always know
Now I will passionately fortell
That I will die trying to find you--
And make you a Heaven out of my Hell.
Change is seen as a worm on a hook
And we, the unsuspecting fish
Latch on--we either escape or die
If free, we move on aimlessly
If thrown into an atmosphere--new
We sinew the unknown with the known
Then we find that change is like air--
Always there, continuously needed
Perhaps, we escape water to grow wings.