Read by Shane
Read by Shane Morris
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Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849) was an American writer and poet who invented the modern detective story and created enduring tales of horror.
His infamous short poem 'A Dream Within A Dream' questions the nature of reality and human existence. The poet states that his life is merely a dream within a dream. Although sad, he knows that nothing in life is tangible or permanent. Everything he possesses has to come to an end.
I need this guy's voice
que pedo no hablo ingles que verga estan diciendo
I don't mean to ride your post, but sharing my poetry for you.
https://youtu.be/GZPmuiSyV7I
Does this narrator do audio books?
Who is narrating?
Read by Shane
Read by Shane Morris
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Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer, poet, critic and editor best known for evocative short stories and poems that captured the imagination and interest of readers around the world.
Alone’ is often considered Poe’s most revealing work and with good reason. Here the tormented mind of the literary genius is pulled back and we have a glimpse into the early hours of an abrupt and troubled life.
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Full Poem:
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring –
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow - I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone -
And all I lov’d - I lov’d alone –
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still -
From the torrent, or the fountain -
From the red cliff of the mountain -
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by -
From the thunder, and the storm -
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view -
Great voice
But I did find the meter to be not in line with the tone of the actual piece.
Quashed it for me. But otherwise well done. Very nice.
The dimon tried but it was in vain
Lonly i was but never alone
Cheer up mr ???????????
What a great voice!
What a strong, deep, scholar, and truly powerful life poetry by Edgar Allan Poe.
Thanks for uploading This poetry.
Sometimes I feel bad that YouTube doesn't have a heart button.
perfectly described an INFJ
These are words of wisdom we wait for more. I have new channel about wisdom teachings and secrets never been revealed before. Offered in three languages english, german and arabic.
new friend here. liked your poetry
I lost my job because of the pandemic so I started a meditation and healing channel??
The last few months I've found myself listening to the poems Shane Morris reads as often as I listen to music. He has his own playlist on my phone ?
So powerful and sad --- brings tears to my eyes. Reminds me of someone I know --- he doesn't even know I care ?
Great voice.
I also have a poetry video on my channel.
Thank you.
The voice is on ???
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My all time fave from Edgar Allen Poe. "And all I loved, I loved alone"
It is difference in perception
Its villain complained I have not been alone. now I have a follower who has a throne. as we have been there before accepting everyday of the week. sweeping the valley and patting someone on the cheek. but never again will I have found. a more similarity of our common ground.
Got goosebumps ??
Optimus Prime is that you !!
I have aspergers syndrome. I should have this on a t shirt ?.
I have no clue why I relate to this.
?The reader makes this piece come to life
POE…
From childhood, grew his knowledge of good and evil as inseparable opposites. He saw that each defines the other to form a unity in the tension of their polarity. Poe embraced the good as accentuated and contrasted by its opposite. He saw that you can’t have one without the other. He realized that only truth can tell them apart. He learned to indulge the ‘light’ by embracing the ‘dark.’
Better Lethitia angle ....
This is pure poetry...One can feel it flow in the blood stream
It was written to provoke thought from those that say they are alone.
It was written to remind some that perhaps they aren't as alone as they think.
It was written to
Promote thought.
That's what poetry is.
Amazing, poem and voice.
What do you call an alligator with a vest?
Investigator!!
Your voice is awesome sir.
I mistakenly thought that I’d read everything that he published. I stand corrected. Read his treatise explaining how he composed poetry if you care to gaze into the mind of a super genius.
Shane Morris is one of the best narrators
He narrates based on his own soul level relation with poems. I often listen through his voice to a piece more than I listen to a music perhaps everyday in the past few months. God bless you man looking forward to hear more from you.
POE what a mind, absolutely deep as the ocean..Genius.!! read perfectly by Shane Morris..T.Y.
Who is the narrator? His voice is awesome
Brilliant narration, as deep as the content. ?
... Do you have , or could you narrate something about HP Loverkraft? ? Thanks in advance.
im only watching this for an english assighnment.
Maybe speaking against the trend, but I don't think that was particularly well read. It was read to the end of each line, then paused instead of continued. The comma is the pause, not the end of the line. Read to the comma/full stop makes it a more engrossing read/listen.
I have the word Alone tattooed on me, because of this poem. I know none would get it, but this poem as a whole has defined my life.
The reader shows a disappointing trait of ruining the meter of the poem by emphasizing the incorrect syllables of a line. He reads as though he is reading prose instead of poetry.
Thanke god he never lefte me
Greetings. Un romántico gótico, un simbolista y un poeta maldito. Espíritu melancólico. No encontró lugar en el mundo. Cuando amó, duró poco. En el alcohol evadió su realidad. Sin duda el tormento le inspiró, pero acabó con su vida. Solo jamás fue publicado durante la vida de Edgar Allan Poe. El manuscrito original está fechado el 17 de marzo de 1829. En febrero de aquel año, apenas un mes antes de su composición, había fallecido la madre adoptiva de Edgar Allan Poe, Frances Allan.
Solo recién vio las imprentas en septiembre de 1875, exactamente veintiseis años después de la misteriosa muerte de Edgar Allan Poe. El manuscrito original fue hallado en unos papeles conservados por una familia de Baltimore, quines lo entregaron al Scribner's Monthly.
Solo es un poema autobiográfico que expresa sus sentimientos de depresión y angustia mezclados con esa imprecisa sensación de traición que produce la muerte de alguien querido. En cierta forma, sus versos evidencian un período particularmente atormentado de la vida de un joven E.A. Poe, quien tenía apenas veinte años cuando lo compuso.
Solo jamás fue publicado durante la vida de Edgar Allan Poe. El manuscrito original está fechado el 17 de marzo de 1829. En febrero de aquel año, apenas un mes antes de su composición, había fallecido la madre adoptiva de Edgar Allan Poe, Frances Allan.
"Solo" recién vio las imprentas en septiembre de 1875, exactamente veintiseis años después de la misteriosa muerte de Edgar Allan Poe. El manuscrito original fue hallado en unos papeles conservados por una familia de Baltimore, quines lo entregaron al Scribner's Monthly.
(Spanish)
"Desde el tiempo de mi infancia no he sido
como otros eran, no he visto
como otros veían, no pude traer
mis pasiones de una simple primavera.
De la misma fuente no he tomado
mi pesar, no podría despertar
mi corazón al júbilo con el mismo tono;
Y todo lo que amé, lo amé Solo.
Entonces en mi infancia en el alba
de la vida más tempestuosa, se sacó
de cada profundidad de lo bueno y lo malo
el misterio que todavía me ata:
Del torrente, o la fuente,
Del risco rojo de la montaña,
Del sol que giraba a mi alrededor
en su otoño teñido de oro,
Del rayo en el cielo
cuando pasaba volando cerca de mí,
Del trueno y la tormenta,
Y la nube que tomó la forma
(Cuando el resto del Cielo era azul)
De un demonio ante mi vista"
The reader fucks it up by trying to add his own gravity to it.. the poem doesnt need him!!!
Poignant, and very relatable.
...the Raven: ...nevermore,nevermore...
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A new subscriber here.
to all autobots who r alone somewhere in the universe
This man. I hurt for him.
Interesting poem. Did you know it is an internal look at Edgar Allan Poe's life, especially childhood
what a beautiful voice,well said
I once made a song to this poem using a crappy 6 quid guitar and recorded it in 1 take. It sounds great considering that it was recorded with a terrible laptop and no studio effects whatsoever. But still today, every time I listen to that song I have the sense that it's the most beautiful song I have created. The chorus uses a mesh up picking up from Jeff Buckley's 'Grace'. The song I made to Edgar Alan Poe's poem "Alone" speaks so deeply to me because it goes back to a time I was a university student completely lost, lonely and utterly depressed. Every time I hear that song I remember the 'mountain' I had to beat to become what I am today.
Shane Morris a une voix superbe, profonde!
Edgar Allan Poe is the only author that I relate.
Finally, an awesome voice for beauty. I request The Prophet.
I tried to google the narrator! How can I find him?
I can hear a boyyy coming from kratos
Why is not a spotify playlist!?!? Please!!! I love the content of this channel, the poems and narrators are superbly deep and amazing.
This is absolutely beautiful, thanks for sharing.
Listening to this breaks my heart, Poe truly was a genius
If you need it on spotify, you don't need it.
Poe’s tales may seem as a nightmare full of illnesses,madness,death ,ugly murders,searches in the depth of tombs,and mysterious cries at midnight.His imagination is remarkable,his use of metaphors is striking...his heroes are insane ,neurotic or about to be such...it is thought that his characters are nothing but a reflection of himself...he makes the reader face the extremes of known and unknown,visible and invisible,fancy and reality in other words the twilight of the human mind...mostly using at ending Reason as a guide to solve Issues ...Edgar Allan Poe is the greatest investigator of the human psyche and remains my favorite short story teller .
My favorite author by far. His dark and brooding soul he bares in so much of his work. He makes the pain palatable to where you can taste the tears he could not himself allow to fall but instead bore to us his demons one and all
stand to look ...watch
and see true.
disregard what you think of all you and everyone(and everything else) was
Do what's never been done.
See the stillness in The One
out of Whom procedes the Truth.
you sought for it, in her for him.
be still and do what need be done.
its all left ripe for today.
the most Ancient of Ways.
the Ancient of Days
Considers you
more precious thans time
To fix you
He Died.
Jesus the Name of promise.
find the solace all love songs sing of
and strivings...and veins bleed for.
ITS ALL IN HIM. FOR HIM AND THROUGH HIM
ALL THINGS HOLD TOGETHER.
"When the rest of heaven was blue, of a
Demon in my view"
I can relate
Shane I also recommend a poem called "Rendezvous With Death,"
We want more!
Wow, the demon part really 'took the cake'.
Listening to this in the dark alone. It’s haunting
...neither the angels in the heaven nor the demons down under can ever dis ever my soul from the soul of Annabel lee...thats deep...
very nice edgar allan poe
Khalil Gibran's Defeat recited by Shane Morris gives me goosebumps
3:09 D'OH!!!
nevermore!
I only understand this poem because of the Simpsons
Can we just appreciate the work of the voice actors? They did a truly brilliant performance and knew the meaning of every word. They knew exactly the feel needed. They knew the intent of the words. It’s one of the most impressive things I’ve seen in a very long time
No joke i had to watch this for my literature class...
i used to looooove the simpsons tree house of horror when i was little, it was the only simpsons i ever liked. this was my favorite!!! always reminds me of my childhood and i definitely think simpsons’ halloween specials influenced my love of horror i have today
Crook the Raven EAT MY SHORT!!!
I live in Oklahoma. I would have shot that bird.
The part when the bird came
Total classic.
I like it
3:58 that had me rolling as a kid ?
I had this stuck in my head for weeks the first time i heard it. Here we go again.
"Leave my loneliness unbroken!" This is what I think every day about those noisy neighbours.
The poetry of Edgar Allan Poe combined with the art style of the Simpsons. Pure American Art!
Then again some people say there’s no culture in America...
nevermore
The Raven isn’t really a scary story, it’s a story about loss and depression.
The actual Raven represents the man’s grief of his dead wife.
Anyone watching this for online school
The narrator for this sounds like the Ancestor from the Darkest Dungeon.
Happy birthday Edgar Allan Poe!
This is my 2nd favorite episode of The Simpsons Treehouse of Horror (Original). James Earl Jones is the narrator in this poetic piece of the Halloween special. ?! I'm very good at ✍? poettry depending on its mood. ?? if you remember this well.
this is so good and funny
Italian version is more fascinating. Homer’s dubber is also the narrating voice.
hi
Were doing this in primary
2:11 jeez he didn’t take a second to breathe saying “perch” a lot.
2:03 LOL Bart is a Raven ?
James Earl Jones' voice is the only way to read The Raven.
first time i heard this poem was on simpsons as a kid
3:09 Props to Dan Castellaneta for voicing this part. Great voice acting and poem reading
Old Simpsons really was on another level.
Dan Castellaneta's performance on the diolog is strange but appropriate
My literature teacher showed me this in his spanish version because it was better translated that the official
3:41 Nevermore.
here because this is my English work a ballad.
I had a one legged raven visit me at lunch for 2 straight years asking for a bit of bread only to find she was bringing her entire flock. She would stand on my will call desk and her flock would hide behind the dumpster. After a while she stopped coming only to return a year later as if to say goodbye. I never saw her again and it broke my heart. A raven was the first bird sent from Noah's ark. She didn't return.
2:36
Director: CUT!!!!!!!!! Bart, your line is "Never More!"
oh hey
Who is the voice? Sounds like James Earl Jones or Christopher Lee tbh.
I learnt it at school
When this show used to be funny and NOT beat us over the head with their far left politics.
Comedy Horror, with a classic twist.
Nevermore, nevermore, nevermore, nevermore, nevermore, nevermore!
Quoth the raven "nevermore"
WHY YOU LITTLE-
This is my favourite part from any treehouse of horror episode
James Earls Jones. Just James Earls Jones
EaT mY sHoRtS
i recommended this to my 8 grade classmates lol
Dan Castellanetta did a good job adding Homer's emotions very clearly into the huge wall of text.
thsi was scary when i was little
edgar allen poe would be proud
It's amazing that it took me so long to notice the connection with the Treehouse-featuring Ernest Scared Stupid which came out the next year. The construction of the film's treehouse even led to the resurrection of Trantor the Troll. The Simpsons make life Hell for Disney.
Bout to read this in English class, thought I’d better refresh my memory lol
Doing this for work
some one pls give me a summary of this video cause I'm doing an analysis
This is amazing
my teacher was actually cool enough to let us watch this instead of reading the actual thing
When you're hurt badly enough, when you sink deeply enough, depression the raven never leaves.
James earl jones made this episode
If you wanna piss off your parents when they tell you to do something say, “Nevermore”
This was actually my first time hearing ‘The Raven’ when I was a child
The Raven is a subtle, psychological horror. It doesn’t play on your fears of death or physical harm. Being lost in your grief to the extent that you become delusional and eventually insane. It is a reality you can’t fight with a gun or sword. You can’t overcome grief by action, but only acceptance, and some cannot achieve that. Edgar Allen Poe certainly couldn’t; his only way of dealing with grief was alcohol, and so he drank himself to death. Mending a wound is easy, but there is no quickfix for a broken heart.
Bart raven is soooo cute ?❤️?❤️?
I remember watching this at school 8 years ago
Happy Birthday, Poe!
Gotta love James Ear Jones' narration.
4:00 Got me laughing.
The best part of this, especially when now comparing it to the original poem, is how Homer reacts to the Raven.
Instead of simply reminiscing within his loss, his isolation, and sorrow, it all culminates within his rage as he goes after the Raven.
Yet, even as he tries to take down the bird, all of his hopes are reduced and diminished.
Quoth the Raven, “Eat my shorts.”
Ty teacher best teacher ever ... let’s me watch the Simpson for hw :)
Quoth the raven. -"Nevermore"
-"Why you little-"
-"Uhoh"
Eat my shorts!
I like the classics. And CATS!?
I liked this better than the original story
This is arguably the best use of James Earl Jones' voice ever and this is the man who voiced Darth Vader, that's saying something.
E a t m y s h o r t s
1. Homer was and still the best scholar
2. Nevermore is underrated Dota hero
The Raven, as read by Mufasa
Ta v much
I imagine that Anakin read a creepy story at his children Luke and Leia ?????
N E V E R M O R E
Sub to airrack
Brilliant! The best era of The Simpsons returning nevermore...
who here for English class? oh okay only me
I recommend listening at 0.75 speed!
TAKE THY *BEAK* FROM OUT. MY. HEART. AND TAKE THY *FORM* FROM OFF. MY. DOOR!!!!!!
I don't get why people find this poem scary,i thought it was extremely sad.
A man who's love is lost is consumed by her thought to the point of nearly being driven to madness due to his extreme sadness.
Em inglês fica mais assistador
Mas em português fics melhor
it sounds like he is speaking in german
The way she said "The Raven" made me laugh
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never—nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting—
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Probably one of the highest brow references from The Simpsons, despite Bart's commentary.
we unironically watched this in eng
Quoth the raven "Eat my shorts" is the best line possibly in existance
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe is my chosen namesake, for I am transgender, but i must say that this rendition was absolutely awesome
I’ve watched this so many times, I can recite it word for word, I did it once while me and the boys were playing Minecraft and they were trying so hard not to laugh.
Sorry but i prefer the italian version, it is taken so deeply . If you want go end listen
You can hear and feel the beauty even in a mind full of pain. That's why life is always precious.
No slither of sadness or disappointment can dim the real light within.
I dont know if you read the comments, but could you please also make some videos about middle eastern philosophers like al ghazali or mevlana rumi. They also have beautiful quotes which helped me in life and in my mother tongue we have a saying which goes like:
You should always take wisdom, no matter where it comes from. Thanks in advance.
... within a dream within a dream...?
Bello l' Inglese, mi piaceva così tanto che a scuola prendevo sempre 2.
Just a random quote :
"KINDNESS IS FREE, BUT IT'S PRICELESS ".
I hope i have made your day at least a little positive :)
Profoundly beautiful
Hearing this beautiful poem awakens the memories of the precious human spirit within us all. Made me see clearly what has been stripped from our lives by godless minions in charge of destroying centuries of knowledge, wisdom, and the pure arts. Cry for our beloved nation and people. Come back.
Dreamt of falling stars...
Beautiful days woven from heavens rays.. fallen creeds and Essence I bleed.... derived from endurances in men wants and needs... blights hallowed nights...longing roads and sadness that strikes.....trumpets that blaze thy crowning sound of a darkened deed and ambivalence that's in need....needless I say....
Almost lost thy soul ...oh thy may....
And sadness that ethos ebb and strays
A pathos that hardness lames....
To you what I owe thy heart of shame and hopeful soul to tame... written by Rolly Michael Diakiw
Lovely
Wow sort of like charlie and the chocolate factory or young Frankenstein?
The year is coming to an end, the goal for my YouTube channel is in sight but still not reached. Help me out friends!
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Hey poetry community! I just started posting my own(original) poetry video. Nothing like POE but would appreciate some feedback ????
Is that genjutsu !
I love this one <3
Bittersweet. I had a dream within a dream this morning. In dream interpretation it means that my highest hopes are deferred but there is improvement in the present.
Poor soul. He never succeeded at drinking away his demons.
"weak is what I am and its all I earned throughout my life and yet it has been tough" - badshah khan
I listen to this about five times a day.
Poe, while interviewing for a job with President Tyler, diverted from the interview to sell him a subscription to his magazine.
He never gave up on his dream, and we are all better off for it.
Yet thy saddest creature comfort few is reserved for the weaknesses that renews...tears saved for my darkened deed and a coímfort the bleeds...so I'm blessed with a sorrow that has greed .... written by Rolly Michael Diakiw thats me
Hhhmmm
A dream within a dream?!?
For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told
Psalm 90:9
Hhhmmm
A farmer?!? went out to sow
Some for honor and some
for dishonor
But even when the ostrich finds out that God kept back wisdom and understanding (Job 39:17) will God
then have to stand & give account
for any of His actions?
Acceptance say the stoics
In your patience said Christ
Luke 21:19
Love is first what?
Patience & then kind
Be of good courage/cheer
Guard your heart
Proverbs 4:23
Because it's not what goes in but what comes out which defiles us Matthew 15:11
Mark 7:15
Shane Morris is the greatest actor ever.
“ We Are Water “
As Honest as The Holy Bible,
amen.
I believe I once heard Chuck Hillig say, "One can never wake up from the dream, but one may awaken TO the dream." Mr. Poe looks a little like Bill Murray. Maybe a lost opportunity for a film or a one man show.
Bill Murray could play him.
I think Christopher nolan got making concept of inception after reading this poem
Paradise lost
Allen is the dumb one
Edgar Allen Poe= ? Doctor gar all ? in ? ?
"It is better to fail in orginality than to succeed in imitation."
inspired by you i hv imitated you...i just have uploaded my first video hope i won't fail ...
Who else thought the poem was over at 01:07 ? ?
So it seems! Nice renditions!
https://www.instagram.com/tv/CHjHU3RnaXY/?igshid=aiaza31hwmyg
My Japanese wife used to talk about Ediga Lumpo. Aha, here he is.
What is the name of song in the background?
Passion is thy hearts weeps seen many souls cast to the deep...walked the cross under heavens gaze...tears and sorrow for the truth i paid...now sow thy seed for whom the toll is freed...passion fathomed through God's sorrowful need...to the life I gave for whom I braved...to follow me for you I saved...now thy crimson cross for you i sought...so heaven never hears you naught....... Redemption's Cross...john 3:16 .written by Rowl4nd99....
A Dream Within A Dream is a very powerful life poetry by Edgar Allan Poe.
Thanks for uploading this powerful life poetry by Edgar Allan Poe.
The marvelous and strong poetry presentation. ???
I like it because of the deep resonating,
resounding waves
that behaves,
or behoof of the truth within and without the doubt and dark despair,
of a poet rare to care and share.
His picture painted a tainted or tortured soul,
and one who died wide eyed, though so sad and sorrowful.
Laughter after forty should follow the thought sport as ought.
Not grief as if a thief stole his heart and mind,
Like this grand red land (Australia) where plots are planned
and lots are drawn for the lucky few who don't rue,
or regret, much less fret
with a debt of gratitude to pay respect
to young or old
truth be told.
Beautiful
Formed out of fancy imaginations, capturing the inner emotions, what a poem!
Sticky Lips
Stuck on your kiss
Takeout by a hiss
Inside repurchased
'cause, its a last nick
Yesterday forgotten
Tomorrow to fit
Sticky Lips, our last kiss
Inside you'll be missed
Pupils made new
Suffering to break through
'cause a flock scattered and flew
The last kiss in a wind that knew
A sticky black web that grew
Find the exit of a maze
Bitten once, a phase
Frustrating drones fly
Bitten once now embarrassed
Why big double D in brawl
19 is legal now fuck her short or tall
Change and growth.
Mas
this is the best poetry ive ever seen
I cant stop crying
Can you make a video on If by Rudyard Kipling with your narration.. please...
More like this, please! The delivery and music is perfect!
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Oh my God, your channel is amazing and i would love to thank you
Your channel has really inspired me to start writing my own pieces, hope you can check it out
i would love some honest criticism so thank you once again.
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life is real life is earnest if your cold turn up the furnace.
Name of the Song please!
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One of the best peoms I have ever heard
"A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality. "
--John Lennon
I cannot get enough of Edgar Allan Poe.
My absolute favourite
And the queen sits on her ass.
My Grandpa died today. And with eyes covered in tears I write this, because of the memory of man, who is no more.
Thank you Grandpa, we love you.
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The videos are only around two minutes long.
With broken limbs and torn flesh he stumbles on just before death. Uncertain of his fate and wishing no ill omens, he dropped to his knees just before home. His breaths ragged and desperate he's lost in his own mind, already he knows he has been left behind. The voices scream in his head begging him to commit one last deed, already he serves as Satan's steed. The throats have been cut, the rounds have been spent and now he lays dying and bent. He has done what they asked and is losing his life, but the voices told lies as cold as ice. Desperate and crying he clings to his heart beat, but it fades and takes a seat. Stumbling he falls a face full of dirt, a deep brown mixing with the blood on his shirt. He thinks back on his life full of pain and abandonment, like a unending blow with lethal intent. A mother-slaying father, an abusive drunk priest, these are the things that hurt him the least. The "Friends" the "Loves" all not but lies, the promises of great things, that happiness will arise. These were what he should have earned but he set about wrong, and now behind him a blood trail just to long. So he tells himself that he did his best, in a futile attempt to get the weight taken off his chest. The tears continue to pour, but no result will come only the end, of his heart's thrum thrum thrum.
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A brimstone fell to the ground. it now lies there without a sound. Its smudged texture is left to stain. It is toxic to our breath as it shadows over the window pane.
Can anyone tell me the name of the music?
Great love it! Needs a small adjustment for 2020
Maybe take out kisses on the brow that could cause
a kerfuffle maybe change it to a emoticon in an inbox? ;)
Just who exactly are the 32 deadbeats who gave this a thumbs down?
Amen
"As a child, I was afraid of the dark and the monsters on the outside.
As a man, I run away from the light, afraid to show the monsters within."
Should anybody ever tell you. That they have conquered the whole of the world. Do not believe them. But know that they were conquered to say such a thing to you.
Edgar Allen Bro....
One of the best rappers ever!
Sands of time ?⏳
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"Dreams are not the ones you see while sleeping, but the ones that don't let you sleep."--Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam
We all make it out alive.
Incredible. What’s the music title?
very good
So powerful & moving every ? single ? time ?! I'm moved each time I read it, and for some reason I'm moved more when it's read back to me -- like in this video with the haunting voice.
My favourite English poet -Edgar Allan Poe. His poetry -Raven.
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With "Man" all is vanity...scripture
Why vanity? because his soul is on himself~ when God intended "him" for better. The dreams of man are mere sand when God's is of gold dust.
You’re here now, I can rest
I can look ahead to looking back with less regret, I suppose
You’re here now and it’s perfect
Your beating heart asks mine to beat with it
I was never waiting, you know, just hoping
Perhaps denying desire and its burning
So scared to look a fool I fooled myself
Ashamed to be shamed by admitting it
They could see that, I think
No one laughed, at least not to my face
But you’re here now and it’s all been worth it
You are like nothing I’ve ever known in this world, not like you
They say there is no meaning without the illusion of meaning, they make believe
So I endured the suffering of truth
Bore the weight of my own reality
There was no grand plan, no stars aligning
Only hope and fading
But there’s no hoping now, no waiting
No staring back at strangers, faking
Just as all hope had indeed faded
Maybe a planet or two did align
Maybe an illusion came to life
Because just in time you arrived
Just in time our story began to write
Because you’re here now, and you’re perfect
You’re here now and you are mine
All things we perceive are but a dream. Then we wake.
Love that which created all things and BE KIND to all things thus created.
This was always my favorite poem.
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So beautiful!
I reign in summers delight
Set my painful elegance right with dreamscape lost in blight with dreary ways a tempest stays now i bow thyself in winters rays tis thy future what thy may tis thy saddest creature comfort stays and a ambivalence that sadness sways, such a fool forbid my mortals cue bliss and fathomed a lovesick asunders tool , fore the looking glass , fore the few... fore the dream taketh you at the end of days the mortal's due... written by Rolly Michael Diakiw or Rowl4nd99 on Instagram follow and like
This recitation, combined with the music, is very moving.
"We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep" Prospero speaking his "Our revels now are ended." final speech from The Tempest, by William Shakespeare.
Amazing <3 Feel free to listen to my audio poems :)
That is how the movie Inception was created.
So beautiful and genius and touching ???????
Good
Liberties a poem....Desire desire woven sacred fire, tis i expire..fidelity we tame... simplest pleasures when freedom reigns... oh talons grasp tis thy sorrowful symbol i mast...when liberties clash... a simple wisdom on whims dismay... primal fear thy tame and fear most men shame...when liberty hast no claim.... Fallen liberties a poem by Rowl4nd99
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Wow. This is very beautiful. What a soothing voice Shane Morris has, and over such pleasant music. I'm looking forward to hearing and reading more poetry that moves me like this.