Short Old Maid Poems

Short Old Maid Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Old Maid by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Old Maid by length and keyword.


Premium Member Why Does the Flower Fade

Why does splendor gray
Why does the flower fade
  Once a fair maiden
  Now an old maid
Beauty's virtue lies not in decay
Form: Rhyme


Truth Social List

Trump was seen in a penny arcade
Making eyes at a very old maid
Although she was old
Her facemask was gold
A Republican on Medicaid?
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Old Maid Is Over My Head

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

Premium Member Verse Freed To Applaud

A well travelled lass named Adelaide
Innovative and never staid,
Unmarried,single but no old maid-
A short life,latterly full of pain,
Her epitaph,the American cinquain.
Form: Epitaph

Premium Member Imagist Mvp Adelaide

A well travelled lass named Adelaide
Innovative and never staid,
Unmarried,single but no old maid-
A short life,latterly full of pain,
Her epitaph,the American cinquain.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Old Maid Someday

I'm walking on a tight rope on poles so tall.
Don't know who will catch me when I fall.
Don't know who'll dance at my wedding ball.
Don't know if I'll even ever have one at all.
Form: Quatrain

Apple Pie

There was an old maid named Clorenza Brown.
She had her eye upon Willian Lee Crown.
She baked him apple pie
the hard crust was so dry
that poor William caught first stage out of town.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member I Will Take That Frog

I have a frisky frog on my back the flamingo whined.
He jumped on last night when I went out to dine.
I wish I had one lamented Old Maid Clementine.
She had been a floozy in her day, and she knew how to grind.
Form: Rhyme

The Sweet Old Maid Squeaks

"Hi baby!"

endless phone calls,

to unsuspecting members of "the family"

the sweet OLD maid squeaks....

her lovely ancient SOUL, "hi honey" she squeaks.

Makes me WONDER, is this someday how I will SPEAK?
Form:

Premium Member Jacob From Ypsilanti

Then, there was Jacob from Ypsilanti Who lived in an old ramshackle shanty He saved all his money For his chosen honey Wound up marrying my old-maid auntie.
written August 9, 2021
Form: Limerick

Premium Member House of Cards

Play hearts?
  No smarts

Blackjack?
  Lack knack

Go fish?
  You wish

Try bridge?
  Ask Midge

Old Maid?
  Afraid

Cribbage?
  Priv'lege

Euchre?
  Nuke her

Hold 'em?
  Fold 'em

Psst:
 Poker?
  Mediocre
Form: Footle

Premium Member An Old Maid With Six Brothers

She was an old maid with six brothers,
Once again, she held a gun on her “date”.
He began to shake.
His boots clanged together.
Another one gone? A brother said.
The rest of them laughed.
Insurance they would never have to cook or clean.

Eleanor

Eleanor. Who was she? 
A spinster. Quiet, aloof, alone.
Well-known yet stealing away to the recesses of her singularity.
An old maid. 
One who navigates through the motions of life. 
Solace or sorrow who would know? 
Sung to the world yet unknown.
© Lee Yokel  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Adelaide Crapsey-Imagist

A well travelled lass named Adelaide
Innovative and never staid,
Unmarried,single but no old maid-
A short life,latterly full of pain,
Her epitaph,the American cinquain.

Tribute vignette to Adelaide Crapsey,the American creator of the Cinquain form
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Unmaid

Trapped, like Napoleon on Elba, cursing himself 300 straight nights.
There's no escape from MY desolate coast"so I longingly wait nights.
The moon comes and goes on restless, disenchanted, chaste nights.
Will I be an old maid before the next"dear and playful"date night?

Premium Member Cousin Blanche Keeps Us Entertained

Cousin Blanche disclosed, explained, expressed and told.
Stories from the family’s past, many quite funny and old.
She hinted, insinuated, teased, and laughingly conveyed,
Mom said her lies were proof of her role as old maid.
We believed her tales, they delighted us so.
Whether or not they were true, we will never know.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Adelaide Crapsey- My Poetic Inspiration

ADELAIDE CRAPSEY-IMAGIST

A well travelled lass named Adelaide
Innovative and never staid,
Unmarried,single but no old maid-
A short life,latterly full of pain,
Her epitaph,the American cinquain.

Tribute vignette to Adelaide Crapsey,the American creator of the Cinquain form, my poetic inspiration.

re-post inspired by Brenda's contest
Form: Quintilla

Premium Member Cinquain the American One

Tribute vignette

A well travelled lass named Adelaide
Innovative and never staid,
Unmarried,single but no old maid-
A short life,latterly full of pain,
Her epitaph,the American cinquain.

in the American Cinquain style Adelaide Crapsey

These be
the keys to life,
faith,hope and agape,
love,the greatest gift of all three-
to thee !
Form: Didactic

Old Maid

There was a old maid that lived in a house, That old maid took a look under her house and she could not tell what is down there. The old maid took a candle and went down there and she saw a dead body and it was an old maid that was there before her. The old maid did not know what to do ? So she said I am out of here no more old maid in this house bye.
© Cindy Leon  Create an image from this poem.

Tales of Id In Segovia and Madrid

A silly young man from Segovia
Was eager to collar a novia:*
	When asked for his preference,
	He gave points of reference,
Restricted from Minsk to Monrovia.
	
When asked, an old maid from Madrid
Answered testily, “Heaven forbid!”
	But then, once wined and dined,
	She felt less disinclined:
She said, “Maybe I will” – and she did!


* novia  =  girlfriend
Form: Limerick

Premium Member ADELAIDE CRAPSEY cinqainiste

My tribute to this favourite poet:

A well travelled lass named Adelaide
Innovative and never staid,
Unmarried,single but no old maid-
A short life,latterly full of pain,
Her epitaph,the American cinquain.*
For the lovely Adelaide Crapsey
a long life was not to be.
In syllable,two,four,six eight&two
her cinquain made imagism anew

*definitive article link as above
Form: Imagism

Bonnie Scotch Ladies

Oh !
The swirl o the kilt !

The Maid
There was an old maid of Pitlochary whose morals were truly a mockery
For under her bed she'd a fellow instead of the usual porcelain crockery !

to the haunt o the pipe !

The Lady
Each time Lady Sutherland swooned 
Her bosoms popped out like balloons
But her butler stands by with a gleam in his eye and lifts them back in with warm spoons !
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Sally McGimmy Gee

Sally McJimmy- Gee was a pro at sycophancy
Currently over-flattering plain old maid Nancy
Complimenting her ridiculously excessively
Her honey-like, simpering words annoying me

She lavished on this nutcase all kinds of praise
Thinking she might get herself an undeserved raise
If she does, I will be angry enough to burn this place down
I try to figure out which one of these two is the biggest clown
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member feeling appreciated at last

Octopus guy was the laughing stock of the west China sea
Frankly, I thought his colors beautiful, if anyone had asked me
But no one did, because I had become invisible at the age of twenty-three
Preteens and teens run the reef these days, and they do so with glee.
I feel like an old maid, but I run over to check out Octopus Guy, Mr. Bee.
Your orange colors are gorgeous I tell him, and he says he appreciates me.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Feeling Appreciated At Last

Octopus guy was the laughing stock of the west China sea
Frankly, I thought his colors beautiful, if anyone had asked me
But no one did, because I had become invisible at the age of twenty-three
Preteens and teens run the reef these days, and they do so with glee.
I feel like an old maid, but I run over to check out Octopus Guy, Mr. Bee.
Your orange colors are gorgeous I tell him, and he says he appreciates me.
Form: Monorhyme

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