on an evening
of bleak winter chill
a lone knight rode
to Bartonleigh hill

stationed there
was his maiden cute
plucking the strings
of an out of tune lute

as she plucked
the rats did cry
never had they heard
such a rumpus lullaby

upon her door
a knocker knocked
it was the lone knight
minus his left sock

oh she said
your foot looks blue
come warm it near
the fire's flaming hue

he quickly placed
his toes by the hearth's side
thence gave a promise
to take her as his bride

Pagan Paul Mar 14

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Walking in the forest was I
when I heard a plaintiff cry
begging me to give her aid
a desperate and 'prisoned maid.

Locked up in a tower was she
all alone with her misery.
“I'll let my long hair down for thee
to climb up here and rescue me”.

I thought this was a little unwise,
a wicked glint tinged my eyes,
a knowing smile, and feeling smug,
I gave her hair a hefty tug.

Down she fell into my arms,
muttering curses, gushing charms.
Over and over we tumbled for fun
rolling about in the midday sun.

I noticed the rip in her dress
so her thigh I did fondly caress.
Respond in kind she promptly felt,
loosening off my trouser belt.

And her father's lock on her chastity
was no match for my skeleton key.
Even though he'd chained the door,
his daughter is a maiden no more.


© Pagan Paul (2017)

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Ceyhun Mâhî Jan 9

Dracula walked a bit after day,
Until he saw really far away
An ugly maiden wearing a cross,
Who never did clean or never floss,
He said: 'Evilness! Don't cross my way!'

In ancient meadows
of green velvet,
the gentle wind
whispers a melody
of lost love...


"On top of Old Pines,
all covered in
moonlit snow,
I lost my true lover,
For i was a bride no more"


-Sweetly singed the
maiden, voice of
nightingale echoes
down where the
blue river swiftly flows

Discordia Huevo Sep 2016

Oh maiden of white,
Don in veil and dress, black as night,
Your voice projects dark tones,
To calm the cries of bright halos.

Oh maiden of white,
You dance under the moonlight,
Your shadow hides the truth,
To expose the lies of the world's boons.

Oh knight of light,
Clad in gear and mail, your face out of sight,
Your bravery showers the evil,
To show your smiles of good will.

Oh knight of light,
You cut through your foes with might,
Giving out an outstretched hand,
To turn every person into your friend.

Oh maiden and knight of white light,
Together you hold hands and fight,
To show the world, light in darkness,
While loving one another relentless.

A poem dedicated to two of my great friends.
Angela Okoduwa Sep 2016

She gasps,
No, a moan
Her hands unconsciously roams,
Ravishing her supple young body.

In the shadows of the room,
Stood her very phantom-
A stark naked god
Whose nudity the nymphs would worship
And watching keenly with silver rimmed eyes, he did.

Offering her erotic images concocted by his immortal mind.
With a gasp, she wakes after a breathtaking orgasm.
In the dark, only his eyes she could see.
Susceptible and drawn to him, she felt.

But out of his back, wings sprout.
Its heavy beats fluttering the white curtains.
And into the night sky he soared,
Never to return again,
To his human lover
Whose dreams he had only existed

He was anonymous.

A Greek god in love with a mortal maiden whom he could only make love to in her dreams.
Elaise G Sep 2016

A lovely maiden,
so elegant and creative,
But with this pure dark soul,
no one will notice.

You know how to act,
Even with this soul of hate,
No one can change this,
They won't be able to compensate.

ultimatepanicqueen Sep 2016

the midnight hour
approaches quietly

and the night creatures stir

the crystal moon
peaking from behind
ominous looking clouds

like a beacon of silver light

the forest breathes
the ground gently sighs

as nature slowly inhales itself

a symphony of cicadas
float through the air aimlessly

like a melodic breeze of sorts

a multitude of
tiny s p a r k l i n g stars

so
carefully
placed

as if an artist had painted
each one individually
in the darkened sky

and one rebellious shooting star
unable to stay still
for another minute

racing
         across
                   the heavens

to an unknown destination

her bare feet
calmed
by the cool stone
of the garden path

each step
gently guiding her
a tad bit further

into a hidden sanctuary

of old concrete pots
filled to the brim

with moon
                drenched
                              flowers

and bronze statues
with forlorn faces
and petite hands

reaching for the sky

off to the far right
a tiny path
draped in briers
begging
to be explored

by only the bravest of souls

pushing
             her way
                          through

without a second thought
her pale skin slightly torn
and a few angry briers
grabbing at her hair

finding herself
deep inside
the forests embrace

all at once
her eyes set upon such beauty

moonlight forcing itself
through the thick cover
reflecting off the silver tipped leaves
so generously w
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around her smooth black ankles

kneeling with her hands in prayer
the most exquisite statue

with dark dead eyes
looking to the heavens
her perfect face
kissed by the moonlight
forever searching
for a celestial answer

taken aback
by her simple beauty
not wanting to disturb her

she nods gently out of respect
and takes leave of the sacred spot

never to forget
her chance meeting
with the black maiden

Marissa Kohlman May 2016

Alluring maiden
Skirts of green foam flash and twirl
Her song draws me in
Arms of sweet salt embrace me
Silken promises whispered

Originally published on May 6, 2013 on the Helium website in the "Tanka About the Sea" competition.
Soham Chakraborty Mar 2016

You’re the summer breeze in the city of skyscraper love,
Where teardrops have always needed pearls to shine,
And You,
To bring back their smile.

You’re the lipstick stain on your city’s memories,
A teasing reminder not of what’s gone and past,
But of what’s yet to bloom.

You’re the last sip of expensive wine on christmas eve,
Filled to the brim of newfound happiness,
So that it lingers in your senses,
Till the sun rises in protest.

You’re all this and so much more,
A maiden of march on summer’s shore.
Yet I heard the season’s gossip yesterday,
Whilst I bet on how you will conquer,
Your dreams today

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