Maiden Poems - Poems about Maiden

The wind doesn’t howl here-- it warns. Each breath drawn is borrowed from the bones beneath. They told me to fear the shadow, but never the silence that follows. I walk where others knelt, blade dulled, spirit frayed, still searching for the summit that keeps shifting skyward. I do not ask for light-- only the strength to keep walking where ghosts refuse to rest....

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Masquerading neath bitter angst, nobody loves this neurotic Sympathize—empathize with me pleading, bleeding, but no one listens Though, pleasing is the clown with Infectious Grooves with an unbridled force of his own inertia with Suicidal Tendencies Led headed, heavy metals P-o-i-s-o-n-i-n-G ‘Round goes a...

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A Wilderness of Mirrors. I am unfamiliar with Iron Maiden's music, even though I worked a handful of times at their concert. I was curious about their mascot guy...Eddie. At one of their concerts, they had a bunch of Eddie dolls in boxes, and they left them there, and all the stagehands got...

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The name of every soul is written line by line, without highlights or underlining in the leaves of pages of the book of souls. The stone temples built by kings that rise to the heavens, fall as empires fade and crumble, when the ledger must be made. No human god can barter with the end, no king can forever outrun the roll-call for their entry...

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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...

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"When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead" Dance of Death, Iron Maiden You are lying in your sleep, as you are lying in your bed Wake from your dreams, go dancing with the dead Dispose of your misconceptions, let yourself fall deep As you...

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Sponsor : Robert James Ligouri IRON MAIDEN Iron maiden was she fathered from loins of Zeus flow free ~ surrounded by swords steely three, icicle aura bounded hounded innocence thorned crowned exiled white mane this maiden iron clad sane became She ran in plain rain on grassy hill for all to see glistening glaring flaring Sekmet at her shoulder a...

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"The Maiden's Song" or "The Bridal Morn" is an ancient Middle English poem about a young girl, a bride, on the morning after her wedding day. The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn anonymous Medieval lyric loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The maidens came to my mother’s bower. I had all I would, that hour. The bailey beareth...

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Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see, How touched I was on finding this letter to me, Found by mistake, after so many years, I collapsed into buckets of tears, A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be. POST-SCRIPT: As the writing is faint in the scan above I have typed it out for ease of legibility. Abu...

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As long as the wind blows, As long as the birds fly, Mine own affection for you only expands. Hero gave everything for Leander. I’m not sure if sacrifice is what life’s about, But if it is, I’d give all my blood and breath for you. To me, you are the world. You are life itself. There’s nothing more than you. No matter what...

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These are modern English translations of ancient Middle English poems. The Maiden Lay in the Wilds circa the 14th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The maiden in the moor lay, in the moor lay; seven nights full, seven nights full, the maiden in the moor lay, in the moor lay, seven nights full and a day. Sweet was her meat. But what was her...

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The minstrel with his lute so bright, Beneath the moon’s pale, silver light, Did weave a tale of love and woe, A melody that hearts would know. With nimble fingers, strings he'd strike, Each note a pearl, each chord a hike, Through valleys deep and mountains high, Where heroes fought and lovers sighed. A maiden fair, with eyes...

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O maiden fair whose elegant space that I, a little ant has found grace It’s true that the breath of the devil resurrects Death But your beauty can raise both Death and the devil to light ...

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Dear Love, Just a quick note: You caught me unawares I thought I lived in circles You taught me to accept squares I write to ask for guidance As straight lines tend to bend The route we thought before us Down a different path does send You have a reputation That has helped us through the age.. The compassion of a mother The wisdom of a sage So...

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Marvelous magic’s meant to be; Melani, not melancholy; Dark is not the madness in me; Measured? maybe; Measured? maybe; Mastered the macabre that’s within, muted miles of emotion; A myriad of feminine, misfit maiden, misfit maiden....

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