Best Maid Poems

Reflecting in her garden sits a winsome little maid;
She holds a purple flower like the circlet that she made
And wrapped about her braids to grace her forehead like a crown;
Her thick and shining braids that are the shade of chestnut brown.
A soft and dreamy smile...

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Maid of the Myst

I lie in repose
Under the falls
In a tranquil pool
Of turquoise blue

He left me for another
This I could not suffer
My pain already drowning me
I fell from the falls

Spectacular was the news
Young girl with the blues
Dives to her cherished death
My lover left me for...

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Bright blonde-haired girl
competitive
From the start, made a nine
Mile ride
With a spirited heart, straight
to the 
Summit of Telegraph Hill, I’ll
guess
She freewheeled back ‘just for
the thrill’

A gifted person, with a giving
heart
A literate future ‘to be’ in life
her part

A maritime yen, her soul
would hold
Sailing, snorkeling, diving in
waters 
Weather...

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Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in...

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I had an affair with a maid
Accustomed to doing as bade
Now she is with child
The wife has gone wild,
"Thats not how a maid should be paid!"...

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By Rachel Heffington

The dusk is like a bridal maid:
The rose is mantled on her cheek,
A single shimmering diamond-star
Clings to her hair so dark and sleek.
Her skirt of azure gently rests
Within her modest golden hand;
Her veil of quiet darkness flows
After her hem has swept the land....

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Shogi
me?
I can barely play Go Fish

Old Maid is well over my head
Shogi?
I think not

Shogi: Japanese chess
where you get to use your
opponent’s captured army...

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She's thirty-three, single,
her Mom babysits her
five year old son.
She reassures herself it's
just two more hours,
then it's the blessed weekend.
Which means delicious sleep.
She has no nest egg,
she's just getting by.

There is one kind aging matron
who makes her lunch when she
cleans her large stately home.
Yet, other well-to-do...

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The knight of knights, Sir Lancelot,
From far away in Camelot,
Went by a way that he knew not
And thus, by chance, spied Astolat
With sunset's gleam upon her tow'rs:
T'was there he met the maid Elaine,
With hair as golden fields of grain-
A lily in the springtime rain-
The fairest...

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Maid of the Mist

Living on the mighty Niagara,					
the Ongiaras dwelled in peace
but the village members were perishing
at the will of an unknown beast

They gathered fruits and fresh killed game,	
and sacrificed to the God of Thunder
but all was refused so a maiden was chosen
to calm this...

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Try to imagine the Alice Cooper song "School's Out for Summer" as you see these words. I tried to match the rhythm of that song to this jingle:


Well, I need to eat,
but I’m in the mood
for some seasoned meat
and the world’s best food.
Well, I can’t...

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She cares for the job
           Though the masters scream and shout
                        ...

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I know a maid—her name is Rose.
     She has long hair that’s thick and dark,
and great, green eyes like no one knows;
     and she can sing just like a lark.

She loves to read, and is well-read:
 ...

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I recall a card game
probably extending back past the 1950s
called Old Maid.

There was also Authors
and a few other choices
less popular with me.
But Old Maid sticks in mind
as blatantly sexist
and ageist
and, for a country kid
in redneck rural Republican Michigan,
the most fun
of admittedly limited card playing options.

Whoever...

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I’m at the age where
I’ve grown really long hair
And I don’t denim care
That the trend is to cut it

No longer wearing high heels
Just for a flex or a thrill
More about how my feet feel
And they don’t love it

I don’t have many pink plans
Flying by seat...

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