I caw, he squawk I’m grey, he’s black Attention is what I lack So I mimic him What he looks What he did To stand and mock My friendship with him Is as solid as a rock For without him I would never become Me
Oh how do I start? Her voice is like the birds singing Her words taste like honey Her will an upright tree And her passion as scorching as the sun The clouds her dreams And the rain her tears Finally, as I look up into the night sky I see her eyes filled with stars of hope Tell me, how can I not be in love with her?
I am just a raven I was the one who was sent To see the waters rise and recede But my story forgotten by a dove Now you ignore me But yet you mistake me For a measly crow When I squawk, you tell me to shut up But when I am silent, you mock me So I squawk, and it repeats I pick up your scraps and waste Left on the battlefield With my hard work and precious time Yet you look up to the soaring eagle Forgetting who cleaned your mess I wanted to write this to you To remember me But now I mourn with these phrases Because who would need to listen to me?
Raven is a poem about people who have so much potential and good character. However, they are forgotten and disguised.