Note: This is a style of poem where you take a word, usually a feeling like love, sadness, etc, and write an entire poem about that word without using the word.


A black raven flies over a decrepit graveyard.

It perches itself in a gnarled old tree,

And watches as mourners place bittersweet flowers

On mounds of freshly moved earth

Under a leaden sky.

The raven now looks toward the city,

Toward the places where gloom hangs heavy.

The hospitals, crime scenes, and morgues.

Where even the gentlest of breezes

Cut like sandpaper across the skin.

In a flash, like its friend

The raven is gone,

Into the dark, quiet night.

Off again, in never ending flight

Persuaded by an eternal storm of salty rain.