Maid Poems

Maid poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of maid poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on maid are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Maid

Maid long poem

My better half in life alias wife lay tired & fatigued while toiling at the house chores for days & months I could see her charm gradually dwindling her anger terribly rising by leaps & bounds I got worried and

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Poems containing references to : Maid

Heaven Of The Dark Age

Heaven Of The Dark Age short poem

This heaven is a pretty maid living in the Dark Age, With minds of the moron, hearts of the fool, crawling into her cradle of tears lying in waste, And she smiles, emotionless clusters in full. As the bleak eyes

Spare Me The Stress Mother!

Spare Me The Stress Mother! long poem

It’s in the morning; your words tear my heart into pieces, What breakfast is this? No sugar simply tasteless, Son, what kind of woman you married? Cant dress well, can’t cook well, is simply disorganized, Even can’t wear shoes, she

Tenerife

Tenerife short poem

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod the sooty sand; slender maid with raven hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin. From rocks, ink-black as witches’ cats, they saw the

Entertainment

Entertainment prose poem

In a community deep in the Southern land of feed corn and cotton The more basic things of life are best treasured and unforgotten Newspapers and Radios, Jack Rocks and Jump Ropes, Pop Whips, Hide and Seek In child’s play,

Another Black Beauty

Another Black Beauty long poem

Let’s have a look back at the blissful past And remember a gifted shadow that shone A guest that stopped by my lawn so vast A cute little fellow dark as Black Beauty Settling on the emerald-green, pure grass Demanded

A Pair Of Hazel Eyes

A Pair Of Hazel Eyes short poem

A pair of hazel eyes look at me. Your ‘bandana’ runs up to forehead, a scarf covers nose, chin and below, the pinky complexion of your cheeks lures me to paint you as a lovely maid. There is no invitation

Manhood

Manhood short poem

Today, I will not shift to baritone Every time a lady calls. I will not pretend to be watching Formula 1 While my eyes are on Nigella Lawson. I will help Mrs. Rangaswami across the street Even while nobody’s watching.

A Blue Sky Wedding

A Blue Sky Wedding short poem

Moon was wandering in the dim sunlight, Incomplete and looking for a charming Miss Right, His father sun, recollecting his own lovely days, His mother earth, still wet with his rays, Beyond the ocean an aurora appeared, Sun kissed the

Minotaur

Minotaur short poem

Blue has me full sway a tide of it clingy as gelatin moving me in short shifts and I without excitement wonder where I tried falling in love my creepy overstuffed stare some non-commercial beauty seeming unspoiled I’m not what

Music, The Dance Of Waves

Music, The Dance Of Waves short poem

On the shore of soul she rises as a tide, The dried sand that is hot and burning, Lo it’s wet and now it’s turning, In the dreamy eyes of a smiling bride, She is now a rainbow of seven

I Earned The Wrath Of The Cat

I Earned The Wrath Of The Cat short poem

I went for a morning stroll There were also other walkers in the park who came for walk for a better health control Little earlier the Sun had drove away the dark Glittering was the early morning Sunlight Taking sunbath

Coats Valley

Coats Valley ode

Once I lived in Swaziland, Away from my country my beloved homeland. A beautiful country of Southern Africa, Manzini and Mababane are its heavenly replica. We lived in coats valley near the grove of guava trees, My maid used to

The Abacist

The Abacist long poem

South America we’re up so high a kind of disintegratory layer some alchemist’s dream elements penetrating each other a stink of stone flows from the window I’ve been sick a week my flight left the only person who speaks to

Epochs

Epochs prose poem

Epochs// (1) Sometimes, time does interchange. But my grandma, who’d moved from her poor house to live inside my skull, is still throwing seven stones at the cellular phone, wakes me up each time a light emerges from the end

The Nightmare Is Gone

The Nightmare Is Gone long poem

Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was

The Babysitter

The Babysitter prose poem

A young couple walked into the maid agency “I’m looking for the perfect au pair!” He exclaimed One that will keep my princess entertained, Someone to paint a radiant smile everyday. Oh, and she would play with her Take her

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

It’s No Secret

It’s No Secret short poem

Walk with me through the gate and garden I have a story to tell you ‘Lil darlin’ but understand it was a different way of life in 1864 when the country was divided and thrown into a civil war… it

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Mistakes

Mistakes short poem

MISTAKES I often wondered why Eraser shrinks gradually to vanish for ever I realised that the more mistake I did while doing Home work, the more I have to use the eraser to correct my mistakes I never for a

Let go

Let go short poem

When you ripped my mind and watched the fragments fly up around all over, I wonder how the frozen weightlessness of my memories of our past made you feel. Smiling, I let you go, while you still tried to melt

Orange Donkey

Orange Donkey short poem

Orange tree, Orange tree, beautiful to me A Field full of Oranges on, orange clayish earth I see Sapphire blue sky with the odd sea bird floating on the slight breeze so free The odour of the ripening skin sends

The Search

The Search short poem

Within quadrants.. within transects… they divided the sky, they combed cirrus clouds, squeezed ripe cumulus dry. Within zones… within layers… they divided the sea, they netted frail salps, calculated densities in degrees. Within hypothesis within theories they divided the stars,

Before Abraham Was I Am

Before Abraham Was I Am short poem

(A Versification of the Evoluted Past in the Convoluted Present Tense) Once upon a billion aeons ago, When mucks are gene pools of protozoa; Long before Ape is the forebear of Abraham And amoeba the forebear of ape-man, I am…

As I Sit In Silence

As I Sit In Silence short poem

As I sit, in silence, With just my soul, I can see the present, More so, than ever before I feel as if I was just born, Unto the mother’s breast All fresh and new, Wrapped in pink, The unconscious

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash short poem

An old woman slings loose the accordion from her shoulder, feels her ribs expand draws a mental connection with the sag of her breasts and, broke, starts off home unseasonably warm for February a pack of dogs have run of

Despaired

Despaired short poem

nothing is left to say, the wandering cloud was bleeding for white moon, the elements, the purity, the ligaments are fake, joints are festering with fever on burntout resins; the name floats in millions of veins, tell me the fault

The Musician

The Musician ode

The hollowed eyes were ringed with lines, The parchment skin was cracked and old, The tattered rags that served for clothes, Gave scant protection from the cold. Yet on that corner every day, Without regard for wind or rain, He

Astoria

Astoria long poem

ASTORIA rising with the darkness Stepping into the velvet of the Night and like a night bird she takes To flight, dark in the shadow of Moonlight as the magic begins again Deep in the heart of the big black

Rain

Rain short poem

Rain …… Sometimes dark and heavy, Sometimes light and lively, Lashing downpours and violent streaks of light, Pearls on the foliage and the sweet smell of wet earth, Ambrosia for a parched land, Opiate for the lonely soul, Rain …….Oh, how

Bringing Down

Bringing Down short poem

The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating

Mischievous Wind

Mischievous Wind short poem

The wind, sitting on the branch Of the tamarind tree And chatting with the leaves, Was my enemy. When I get fire For the tip of pen In my writing room, He would encroach Through the bars of the window…

Restless Nights

Restless Nights short poem

I’m breaking I can’t be fixed I’m missing and I bet I won’t be missed still shaking from what I fear I can’t let you in so don’t come near I guess you’re right I’m way too thin and I’m

They Live!

They Live! short poem

Here they come from their floating fortress Their eyes strange their cloths mysterious They move like kings Walk like a Storm Their fortress vanishes beneath clouds Here comes the Storm Their fortress flies high Their weapons flash in thunder Those

Give A Lift

Give A Lift prose poem

So you are aware of a need Are you prepared for the deed? So you want to reach out and help Are you prepared to go the depth So you want to do all you can But do you have

Love Sonnet 127

Love Sonnet 127 sonnet poems

As light raindrops pat mildly on my hair, Reminding of the April drizzles felt; A heavier pour could drench in disrepair, Romantic strolls to fizzle or to melt; We watched torrents pelt our favorite tree, To gush off the boughs,

Ambrose The Toad

Ambrose The Toad short poem

From the land of bestrode came Ambrose the toad, With boring tales of a bureaucratic charade. Why would this old fart, with always the same start, Repeat old stories about the British Brigade? He’d tell you everything he could, Though

Sullied Sands

Sullied Sands short poem

Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished

Mrityorma`amritam gamaya

Mrityorma`amritam gamaya short poem

Unable to reach out with arms wide spread words escaping mouth uttered for the benefit of ears his own ears no one can listen no one can see no one is around it is cold and desolate not a blade

On The Way To A Better World !

On The Way To A Better World ! long poem

I hid my face securely between the soothing palms of Mother Earth, And passed by, the world without caring, taunting and laughing, Some do stop just to ask, “Hi joker, feeling pity for your maker?”, But I stay as dead