Nature’s Maidens Poems

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Hush Mind

Hush Mind short poem

Hush Mind, Rest a while, While Truth I try to touch. Lead me not into Ego’s lanes, Lanes that into delusion end. Born of Nature, Thou nature to interfere, Handpicked maidens Thine, Thought and memory, Build layer of ignorance upon

Poems containing references to : Nature’s Maidens

I Have A God

I Have A God elegy

Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before, Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ? Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens? I open’d my eyes after honey’d slumber, Blind’d by sparkling silver and

The Secret Of A King

The Secret Of A King ballad

I heard sweet voices sing Fragrance of wild flowers in spring A thrown of gold for a King To watch His courtier dance and sing The Queen sits by His side Watching the fair maidens Trying to steal Her pride

Flower Of Love

Flower Of Love ballad

Roses bloom and fade away, So beautiful just for a day Fading its colour, losing its grip, Slowly withering, dropping bit by bit Beautiful flowers like fairies on land When we hold you on long stalks, Like wands in our

Minacia

Minacia short poem

Dismantling the menace very discreetly, the matchmakers walked over the hurricane to bring back showers. Unreachable, moon was smiling in the blue sky. The maidens were busy in observing a fast to get a muse. A million stars went on

A Maiden’s Delight

A Maidens Delight short poem

Return with good reason Oh fair weather season For the ships are sailing away Into the light of the new day Return fair sweet maiden Though your heart’s heavily laden For on this uncertain day Please hear me when I

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Loss

Loss long poem

You lived your life, now you’ve passed away Cremated with nothing left to decay Grief endlessly lingers more so some days, eternal peace for your soul I do pray. I have had to begin the process of change Our home

A Parisian Dream

A Parisian Dream short poem

I wake up to cobble stone steps, And the smell of decadent crepes! Next thing I know, I’m sipping Chardonnay, While the harmonica in the background, plays. I’m cycling through fields of sun-kissed vines, With picturesque views, I’m cheerily entwined.

Growing Old

Growing Old prose poem

It’s crazy how when we are young we have no care in the world. We live freely and just for today. We don’t think about tomorrow unless it’s a sleepover. friends party. concert. vacation, or school break. When we are

All That Is Left Of Me

All That Is Left Of Me long poem

All that is left of me Is an aching soul. A psalm of the sunset Ready to decay. All that is left of me Is a modern whore. A manipulative God covering the way. All that is left of me

Conflict With God

Conflict With God short poem

I may not be aware of what Life has taught me but one thing is sure God teaches me every moment I live I curse the almighty for all the injustice he has done to me But I do go

A New Morning

A New Morning short poem

A new morning It has started sunning A fresh day Still on my bed lay The bright sun is here to shine again Today has its loss and gain I want a new blessing ‘cos it’s a new morning The

My Life

My Life prose poem

How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place

Black Rain

Black Rain long poem

The cloak of night is on me Comforting in its envelope. The gloom helps me mask, for a while, The pain I nurse within. Dark purple skies And faint silhouettes of clouds. Lightning heralds the distant thunder The macabre outline

A Dream Not Fulfilled

A Dream Not Fulfilled sonnet poems

Lonely nights came by , Dark nights passed by, One night dream couldn’t last long, One moment there and then you see blur. Martin Luther King Jr had a dream but it’s not fulfilled. I had my dreams but it’s

Vampire Toy

Vampire Toy short poem

Well and his eyes are so hypnotizing you just can’t turn away He has total control now over your mind body and soul He wants you now and what he wants he gets, yes him Always finds a way… He

Fake Empathy

Fake Empathy short poem

The ones causing misery of contemptuous scorn All naturally be present pretentiously to mourn With affected sympathy an overly visible display Assigned triviality living for dead stand and pray Mocked for held beliefs in absence since revered Daubed with fragrances

To my white eyed trampoline

To my white eyed trampoline short poem

White, you diluted my red into skin that doesn’t fit squirms. Trampoline, reflected projectile in your eye. I, from you Stop background-ing walk in, devour me I will fight you survive emerge to co-exist.

Rosanne

Rosanne long poem

All dressed up in black just like her daddy The man in black, she followed in his footsteps But became a legend in her own time, she Sings a lot of his songs but writes most of her Own, on

Under The Night Sky

Under The Night Sky prose poem

As the day slips behind the cliffs On the far-off horizon Taking along its glorious lamp And all the warm sunshine The earth looks down wearied All hustle and bustle comes to close The world enveloped in darkness Retires to

Clawing Night

Clawing Night short poem

The waves crash at your threshold. You had given me lot of tears: I was dying in me- in veiled existence. I want to hear me loudly; my secret coming, across the book in black box. The androgynous deity limping

Negotiating Peace Between Palestine And Israel

Negotiating Peace Between Palestine And Israel short poem

Imagine Israeli and Palestinian children given flowers, roses, and peace signs To take home to their parents as gifts of love and freedom. Imagine smiling at them and learning of The future they have in store for more Balanced communities

Love Sonnet 82

Love Sonnet 82 sonnet poems

A time to hear, a time to call above, A time for modesty, a time for fame, A time for anger, or a time for love, And time for love was that day when you came; Assigned to each, a

The Mystery Which Is Me

The Mystery Which Is Me short poem

I’m sad when I’m happy, I feel good when things are crappy. I laugh when I’m upset, I remember things more when I forget. In a crowd I feel alone, It’s always the important things I postpone. I talk the

Old Friends

Old Friends long poem

You tried to drop by yesterday, So sorry I wan’t home, You left a note so you could say, I don’t have to feel all alone. I have to admit it’s probably true, Nobody understands, Nobody “gets” me like you

Intensity

Intensity short poem

Trapped in staircase, huddled in dark, you cannot go up. you cannot go down. The succession wars have started again. Bending the laws, molesting, disowning. The predator will get away eating the gold, the paradise. You are left with the

The Wind Can Dance

The Wind Can Dance prose poem

I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then We should take a moment to smell

Sail On My Friend

Sail On My Friend prose poem

Not everyone is nice and kind But everyone will get hurt sometimes Occasionally, someone will cross the line Some will even become insensitive at times But we all have mountains that we must climb So often life is like being

Midsummer Night’s Dream

Midsummer Night’s Dream short poem

Night is fluttering onto the window-pane, You are the night and you are the pain. the half-lit game. A shard of euphoria, a share of faith, live to bear a hapless day ! A star, a mist, a share of

Religion Of A True Neighbour

Religion Of A True Neighbour prose poem

That night had heavy rainfall lightning was shining in the sky that night, a poor farmer was cursing his poverty, as he could not see his children suffering from hunger from the neighbouring farmer’s cowshed he brought a cow before

The Champ

The Champ short poem

One of the greatest boxers on earth he was also the wisest Quick to move and landing lethal blows was what he did best Swing like a butterfly and sting like a bee was what he did so fast He

A Little Thing Called ‘purpose’

A Little Thing Called purpose long poem

Sometimes souls are inspired Sometimes souls are broken Sometimes souls have goals Sometimes souls be laissez-faire Is there really a purpose for the existence of a soul? My soul contemplated. First there was nothing when the soul was personified in

Beyond Change

Beyond Change short poem

It slides stealthily in you, the fear shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing sound across the black wall, I hate you, I hate you. He was crying and shouting. Why

Morning Rabbit

Morning Rabbit short poem

I spied through the window as I sipped morning’s brew A frisky young rabbit having his morning’s chew He bounced through our garden, munching on green burrowed roots Having no ideas or cares, as I donned my tall boots I

Struggle

Struggle short poem

The feeling of discontent Blood boiling inside Trying to keep it together Bursting at the seams Frustration takes over Simplicity comes with a price..in an unattainable world The inside doesn’t match the outside How did I get here? The Struggle

Poison

Poison short poem

Give me a cup laced with poison, little cobra’s kiss graveyard……………. she is sleeping under the tree……. remembering the days of togetherness, kisses deep with a candle, unending……………… desire me, trap me…….surround me let me face my destiny…. cannot escape as

Interstellar

Interstellar short poem

If only I could find a way across this vast Milky way; Of puzzling lights & hazy maze And travail of those lonesome days. Across the boundaries known to men Into that giant ghastly glen; I’d sail and swim through

Awakenings

Awakenings short poem

Who Are they? Wonders, or walking living machines? They sleep in a cradle, fed on their mothering arms Growing up desensitised with fictitious joy There they open their arms and glide. Their eyes gaze on the synthetic flashy lights Where

Human Nature

Human Nature short poem

What is it’s essence? Is it like a vulnerable, Hemingway-portrayed skiff being tossed about by changing waves of feelings, urges, yearning? Is it like a spoilt compass, it’s nervous needle half-trembling, rotating in illogical, unscientific, fickle-minded fashion, unable to be

Hell Within

Hell Within short poem

It’s almost like one side of my brain is fine, but the other drifts off And i have to catch it before it gets to loose Thst it starts reaching out to hell. There’s a constant battle going on inside