Handmaids Poems - Poems about Handmaids

...The 5th Symphony is the terribly great symphony that scarred the sky The 5th Symphony is in the hands of the conductor with skin like the bitter Prussian......

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...Gordon entered his apartment and gasped. How could he have left the place in such a disarray? He phoned Rosie the head of the handmaids. Gordon was never rude but he complained. Seemed the was a ......

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... “Penned” what happens when it comes to this another woman takes your child as her own and red becomes the bloody murder penned in a pig stye, left field lef......

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... In the quiescent quietude of a tranquil June night Stood Queen Moon in her diadem with an entourage of handmaids Her shimmering rays like a slithering silvery stream Came down sliding......

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...Women of the Word Some wore finest linen – Others wore wool; Some wore the silk of royalty – Some wore cotton, some muslin; Some were called to great things – Others walked with sorrow ......

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...The King’s Fruit White apple blossom petals fall like castle fairy snow Their sweet perfume replaced by tiny green clustered globes Vying for the knighted honor as the one royal King’s Fruit Wh......

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...When men were kings with steeds women were handmaids to their needs. repositories for their seed to grow ...I didn't know. When men worked to make fields righ......

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...Underneath a Moonlit Sky Underneath a moonlit sky Amid falling leaves Of salty foam fans Celestial sisters Point To a guiding star When a rudderless heart Navigates Straight for hard an......

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...To much information For over 10 Year's now Not unlike a Handmaids Tale But not in Snow White Hat & Scarlett Cape My Uniform i regail in is rather that Top 2 Toe in frustrated Solid Purp......

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...CAUGHT IN THE REIGN “am i a real princess?” she articulates. the painting, on her canvas nails, pains her. firm fountain of toenails are just fine. shrugs, “who knows why!?” her la......

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...A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids with phall......

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...Of what mystery bathes a mantle of dazzling stars, robed in golden beads as wisps of feathers reel along a breeze ordained to welcome autumn’s descent; while fireflies roam piroue......

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...I must have met her slowly wandering Along a bushy stream, her locks breeze-tossed With cheeks a pinkish rush, fair more than Spring, And I, a woodsman dared to come across This Lad......

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...fluorescent trees bathe in the scent of a citrus mid-evening, fingertips tracing lemon stars as roots house the very veins that wake the smell of quietude: of what mystery wets the blanket ......

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