Best Maiden Poems
What beauty reflected in love's fair eyes,
a passion treasured beyond all measure.
As ardor stirred flames, I failed to disguise
the need in my loins ere want of pleasure.
As sweet the music I discern profound,
tis more honeyed your lips when touching mine.
Oh! My pained heart shall beckon love resound,
my moonstruck maiden, unearthly divine.
Mute, I cannot be, so near your soft breasts.
This besotted man has but scant more breath.
Grant me your pure love, not in mere request,
but with an angelic kiss 'fore my death.
I beg thee allow the stars remain bright.
Give yourself to me ere the end of night.
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January 9th 2016
She drifts in radiance
waking nightfall with palette's hues,
tresses of amber flames drip of vibrant
sensation… and so, in the glide
of July nestling on grass and bouquets,
she waltzes through moon’s notes
with a luster of desire, bursting
into sheer madness on my glossed skin…
Oh how she flickers more dauntless
than a blend of passion and ease , flitting
like a gypsy whose spirit enters inside my pores...
And Maiden of Summer thrusts her
tanned arms fluid, raw, loving: then, to explode
into an awakened prance which enhances
love's sizzle through her open light
gently reeling with my bold adventures;
only to fade quickly in luscious splendour.
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Uploaded 10.16.2016
Music is an undying
art of soul ~
an abstract eden, where,
euphonious unicorns
glide in strawberry sonatas,
amplifying rhapsody in
ballads of flight,
when fuchsia feathers
tease those
jingling breezes,
infusing breaths
in every lifeless aroma;
where I can soar
beyond the
brushstrokes
of symphonies that
planktons sing to me,
in the requiems of
forsaken pearls,
crooning with
silenced shimmers
beneath wavy blues.
Maybe,
I'm a songwriter
without words,
and my electric fingers
trace the tunes
of serene strings,
when guitars weave
a sonorous guilt
midst ruby runes
of regrets.
I wish to keep
swinging in a
cosmic cadence,
where celestial notes
choreograph
themselves in the
moonwalking
mellifluence of
lunar legacies.
I gossip with
neon nightingales,
laced with neutrinos
and compel them
to chant those
healing incantations
of love and glory,
like the forlorn
princess - Rapunzel,
desiring to feel
the glow of
familiar lanterns,
winged with
hazy syncs of
unsung yesteryears.
I wonder if,
I'm not meant
to compose
crystal canticles
in a Disney duet,
for, I believe,
I'm a soul searcher
in the flesh of
a soloist, concocting
an elixir of my
existence through
cinnamon anthems
of mystical
moonrises, as
they softly unfold,
a million
unheard tempos,
within tranquil
memoirs.
I'm the 'maiden of music'
resting as a floret on
every sepal,
yearning to become
a unique acapella
of nature,
where empathy
has an ethereal
dialect of
nurturing spirits
and tinkles
of magical waterfalls
whisper in
gentle lachrymose lulls
of our ambrosial Mother.
When the harmony
of my voice,
kisses those
ivory keys of
the heart-shaped
piano, they
echo a tipsy secret
in my sunset skin,
making me
believe ~
"I'm everywhere
in the essence,
yet nowhere
to be found...",
like the sweet
scents of
hummingbirds,
smiling behind
that first dusky star.
"In each husky hallelujah
of ribboned halts and replays,
life is a song ~
where every lyric,
phrases an ember of end,
and when passionate heartbeats
shall knit sombre medleys,
I will hum in the last 'chef-d'oeuvre'... "
Above waters of darkness and shadows, I float adrift
Leaving behind anchored thoughts of screaming grief.
On a man-made raft I set sails
beyond the edge of a silver -blue reef.
For the last time saluting my home-land
An island of unforgiving time
A speck of dust which harboured my solitude
A bed-rock which cradled all despairs ,and each silent cry.
I am a voyager,,a maiden with softest of skin,and tender feet
But my stubborn soul is that of a wanderer
A determined siren crossing foggy forbidden seas.
Strong winds behind like white knights will help me
to ride each tide of this darkling night
'Till burnt orange hues will rise above a faded horizon
and Dawn's fire-ball reflects its warmth
from a dirty-blue solacing sky.
Guarding me from death's whistling- tunes
The voice of youth and sea-shells will sing
Protecting me from circling starved sharks
that keep trying so hard to make my wooden barge sink.
Alone I continue my journey ,far from the desert
Distant from pirates that steal pure joy's treasures
from unknown paths of life's labyrinth.
How far will I go on?,As far as it takes...
My heart is a compass ,it keeps showing all ways
The ways to a shore with wide-open arms and a tropical sand
Surrounded by calm serene ripples,awaiting to have my first dance.
*****Anyone who knows my poetry knows how I often use Greek mythology in my works. This poem revolves around the idea of the moon longing to become 'into being' so as to be with Venus, whom is represented in Greek mythology as beauty itself. I found the whole idea appealing and very fitting to romance******
In her sweet palace Venus dreamed a million loves....
....and blew many a kiss from rainbow terraces above,
oft in the jealous gaze of Silver Joy, the 'Elven Moon'
that shines for her employ, and fantasize he ----
How moonlit his face was upon her wanton court;
if only his beams could become as flesh
and feel her love in the high places of the world.....
Thus he would erect her likeness in earth's every corner,
where the roses must grow 'neath her lovely,
and what blooms would bless!
and smite all things unhallowed;
She gazed upon him most fondly in his fullness,
and felt his night-kiss on her lips,
in the soft of summer.....
gentle o'er the mountains,
his lunar eye did confess, a midnight matrimony;
..... the mid-month, as much man as moon
and could but touch her in his witching-hour power;
Through her silken curtains as a moonbeam god,
the gaze of a thousand Lords.....
when Venus strolled her many walks
aerie-dressed in her balmy breezed gowns,
naked with stardust wine;
When none would love her,
not even Aries! ----
but the moonlit night....
his breath upon her brow, (and her feminine lush)
And danced she her little waltz with him
(fair maiden of the moon)
Rainbow Forest
Indian maiden, resting on the verdant, grassy, shore.
White leather, beaded dress.
In moccasins, does dream, she would confess, longing
for my happiness.
For now, dreams of days of serenity galore!
She,of unknown beauty, does not know.
Of how lovely, she is, truly as gorgeous as the
diamondesque sparkling stream.
She, was created of glistening metallic dreams.
As an ultramarine light show.
Amazing Star is her name, in this universe aglow.
She of ebonied, flowing hair like a waterfall dream.
She is my Spirit Guide in the land of peaceful, moonbeams.
I meet with her, and other animals, who seem to flow.
Oh, a most fulfilling, flute filled show!
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A clenching of our hands,
A clinging of our bands.
The sweet aroma of your strawberry-coated strands,
Allow my capability to disarm your fragility.
Pent-up anticipation will meet expectation,
You adorn your shield-maiden attire,
Encouragement to set your onyx rose on fire.
Peeling, petal by petal, stitch by stitch,
Disarming that body metal.
Steel-clad discarded,
Billowing towards her pear-shaped derriere.
Lifting you off your feet,
Give me the sweet treasures I wish to taste—
The nectar of vanilla.
Lay back as I extract
Bridled years of frustration.
Call me your salvation,
Made anew,
Basking in the afterglow of you.
I called upon yonder window
That was up to high for me to be
For my maiden gracefully sleeps there
In her bed,beside the sea
I asked her to come hither
For her beautiful face I yearned to see
Twas yawning in the morning dew
As she slowly came to the window for me
To my amazement came forth a ragged wench
Whos hair was as raged as the sea
With eyes that were burnt as nightposts
To bloodshot and squinty to even see
For this was not my fair maiden?
Whos beauty would forever be
But a drunken harlot who came hither
That she spent the night with instead of me
My heart now broken to pieces
Wondering how could this tragedy be?
For my maiden now sleeps with a harlot?
Without the love that she once gave to me?
My mind was now enraged
So I dashed for the wrestling sea
With thoughts of drowning this useless body
That's no longer good enough for my maiden to see
With water just over waist height
And a large wave about to crash over me
I heard a calling from yonder window
Twas my beautiful maiden as I turned to see
Her beautiful eyes in such distress
Her beautiful hair flowing so care free
Twas the beauty of my fair maiden
That I had called upon yonder window to see
For the thoughts that raced through my mind
Evidently,weren't truely what happend to be
For it was her promiscuous sister
Who had come from the other side of the sea
My heart now rebuilt with a sigh of love
A large wave suddenly crashes over me
The last thing I saw was my fair maiden
As my lifeless body is carried out by the sea
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Alone, there I stood by the bench in the park.
On a leash by my side, my protective young hound.
In the distance I heard the echo of whispers;
As a dark hooded figure approached in a cloak.
She stopped and looked at me this beautiful maiden.
Rose like lips smiled gently, against skin bright and fair.
She took down her hood, released hair long and fair;
I offered my hand and on bench did we park.
We looked at the stars appearing so maiden;
As we talked of our youths and her company I did hound.
Then the moon cast its shadows and darkness did cloak;
Whilst trees bustled, rustling, the night timely whispers.
As we cuddled up close, to get warm friendly whispers;
It grew colder, I gave my jacket and said it wasn't fair.
So we got up to leave and she bunched up her cloak;
We walked to the car to the place I did park.
In the back did we place my faithful friend hound,
And we drove into the night on our journey so maiden.
We drove and we drove till the dawn arrived maiden.
To the rustling chorus of natures whispers;
And a fox searching for breakfast did stalk and did hound;
Saw chickens, roosters and hens such a fair!
In burrowed field did monstrous combine park,
Whilst autumn leaves rained tumbling natures cloak.
We went to my home and and we hung up the cloak.
Then I partook a chance to kiss the hand of my maiden.
While we spoke of the night at the park.
We enfolded ourselves to bodily whispers;
And I nestled amongst all of hair fair;
But when in heat of moment the barks of my hound.
A knock on wall from angry neighbors, please shut up the hound.
So I fed him, watered and let him outside; around me her cloak.
Then returned to my angel so beautifully fair,
Her skin looked so radiant my heavenly maiden;
That I caressed it so longingly, with gentle whispers,
Then stopped and remembered the leash in the park.
Then cursing the hound; I tell the dear maiden.
Dressed quickly, coats, cloak; and I love you whispers.
She tells me not fair, and we go to the park!!!
There was once a maiden who lived by the sea
with lustrous lips that dried too soon
like early dew perched on a tree .
She once was beautiful with skin so fair
A veil of lilacs covered her hair.
Her eyes the brightest of moonglow beams
Her voice, a drifting wave on a late night breeze.
Her dimpled smile lit each dark alley
Her carefree spirit reached every valley.
This little maiden had never married
though noble blood her womb has carried.
Undressed from innocence, her tender flesh
has felt the warmth of drunken breath.
His fingertips exposed her neck
and then trailed down along her back.
She couldn't move, She couldn't scream
At last, She ran not to be seen.
She ran so fast to be set free
She raised her son, lone by the sea.
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Gliding joyfully through pleasures dens place; adorned afresh in her lovely bareness
Natures sweet child; the lady of my dreams this woman that, I adore; such purity
Lying afore the fireshearth parting, her long silkened legs; she always knows...
Softly with a smile and her breast, rising amid this familiar desire; her beauty ~
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...“The Maiden, of My Love” *
Shield Maiden
I have dreamed of the battle;
And truly I have heard,
The ring of sword upon sword;
And tasted blood between my teeth.
I have met the enemy head on;
And vanquished him.
But not before his blows;
Knocked me time and time again, to my knees.
I have defended hearth and home;
And babies dear, from large demon invaders,
Blasting at my door.
Fearsome foes, not of this world.
I have met them on the field with battle cry;
I ran toward the fray.
I have sailed upon a long-ship bold;
To fight them in their own land.
But now my arm grows weary as I hold my sword.
The place is empty where my human strength resides.
My wound is deep, my tunic stained with my own blood.
The song of battle fades to just a whisper in the wind.
It is not Odin or Valhalla that I seek;
It is another place where all good warriors go;
Where one may breathe the sacred air of peace;
And rest forever with Jehovah God.
She leaves Southampton
This Titanic ship
Her maiden voyage
New York trip
Channel crossings to Cherbourg, France
To Queenstown in Ireland
Where passengers dance
To some, a new life awaits
The future will seal their fate
Newfoundland waters
Temperature drop
Impending disaster
Without a thought
Lookouts, Fleet and Lee
Spot a large iceberg close to she
Sitting off her starboard bow
Sweat dripping from their brow
Telegraph indicator
In confusion state
This colossus of ice
Sits and waits
Inevitable meet
As natures diamond rips
Starboard side
Of this most wonderful ship
Rivets pop, buckled hull
Atlantic intrusion, in volumes now
Compartments fill, this White Star gem
Will we ever see her likes again
Distress signal sent
As the crew are readied
This ship of ships
Emotionally unsteady
Lifeboats launched
Woman and children first
On this terrible night
Many fear the worst
So many passengers
Few lifeboats
As all around
Bodies float
Stern raised, props showing
Metal talking, funnels choking
Lights flicker off and on
Blackout
she enters the room gracefully
belying the heartache inside
her tale of loss floats through the air
like a windblown kite
a mother, child, and death
reduced to silhouettes
her vision rips a hole
where there should be love
from this pulpit
with its congregation of one
For everyday since that meeting
He came back to peer within
And Myla had grown brave
And began to talk to him
To the voice he listened intently
Always wishing that she were real
For the times that were spent together
Gave a joy he could not conceal
The day of the celebration arrived
Myla nervous but practiced and sure
Her beauty no one could deny
And her heart shown so loving and pure
When the dance was over and done
The orchestra played on with delight
But this is where Myla was frightened
For she wanted to run and take flight
The crowd full of handsome, young gentlemen
That all stammered to have a try
To dance a dance with Princess Myla
All of them did vie
But Myla innocent and unknowing
Wanted simply to disappear
For dancing with a stranger
Had filled her thoroughly with fear
Her gaze was pointed downward
When she heard a voice that soothed
And when her eyes looked upon him
She smiled for him she knew
They looked deep into each other’s eyes
As if they had met before
But the young prince knew he had not
And escorted her toward the dance floor
He could not understand his emotion
The depth of which he felt
This girl that he had just met
Had totally made his heart melt
Then she spoke a word, just a whisper
And a knowing inside him did rise
This beauty that was also a princess
Was his maid of the waterfall in disguise
The dance seemed to last all night
For the rest of their lives they did twirl
For in the depths of this pond of water
This prince found not a maid but a pearl
Dedicated to Myla Sydnee Downs Perry a gem of a girl