Best Bald Headed Poems

My Blood Bleeds Sand

My blood bleeds sand,
That golden sugar that spreads
Across the wandering West
Where purple sage dots, and
There a tarantula spreads atop
A random hill.
Where blazing and blinking stars light
Black blue skies.
And stupendous sunsets 
Color and shadow sand mounds
Like bald-headed men, and
A free blowing wind carries...

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"I wandered lonely as a cloud"--- By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a tramp, 
Far, far away from all human habitats
Away from all prying eyes
Following the bent
Of my vagrant inclination; 
Into Nature’s sylvan pockets
To places studded with trees
To the tranquil bosom of the woods
Onto the...

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I spoke to the sea,
 a calm breath
though a gale raged
inside of me – both my
sails shredded, I begged
for mercy: 

“Thou art the greatest world current,
what brag would be a wretched notch
like me!? Devourer of coasts!
Reshaper of vast continents! Bane
of man’s mightiest fleets! Countless
formidable have...

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There was an elusive little guy often espied during World War Two,
And who he was and whence he came no one ever really knew!
He was a bald headed little feller with a very prominent nose,
And he always left the message "Kilroy Was Here" in very...

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Once a bald-headed man
was holding a can.
He tripped and went down
fell on his crown.
He had a massive sore
but was more than sorry
when he read this and
didn't like the way
that I wrote for you
his story.



Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014

10.11.2014...

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I have seen the fireflies two nights in succession
wandering restlessly in the dark
hundreds of them blinking evocative lights
symbolizes the souls of warriors whose blood 
have drenched  the desiccated earth for a cause 
they believe would unify the world.


 I sat on a stone near...

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When I was a mere lad, my Dad always cut my hair,
But as I reached my teens and became much more debonair,
To the bald-headed barber I whizzed in my old hometown,
Seated myself in his chair and plopped my quarter down!

I had never been a paying...

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UUUUUHhhhhh!!!!!
I woke up this morning to find I am bald,
Wear glasses and only 5foot 7 tall.
Me bodies out of shape and what is more,
Me bits are all shrivelled, scaly and small.

Who the hell says life begins at forty,
I’m a blind, toothless bald headed shorty.
Which woman...

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slam it to me punk you think you’re so cool
this bald headed old fart will take you to school
you think you’re the first generation to revolt
if you read a history book you’d know that’s a joke
yes that’s a joke
go ahead punk – take a poke

hell...

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I'll always be a poet
I'll always breathe
dance and weave
I'll always be a poet
who wanders into the shadows
where I will live and I die
and in those moments of pain
I'll drink to him
yes I'll drink to my hero in the sky
my dad, who left his body
some 15...

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Ron desperately wanted to have a girlfriend
He’d looked after his old mum right till the end
Ron was a tall and extremely attractive guy
Unfortunately poor Ron was so terribly shy 

He saw a poster in a window for a single’s night
There’d be lots of ladies, it...

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A bald-headed man from Jamaica
Attempted to scale a sky-scraper
From his hospital bed
He was heard to have said
‘I was seeking a hair-raising caper!


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Sponsor :Line Gautier...

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Here's another story about Granny
I think she's probably done it all
This was way back during prohibition
When they outlawed alcohol

See, my granny was a moonshiner
This is about her very first still
She had to make sure no revenuers
Came snoopin' around her hill

So she set up fifty-one booby...

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The hands on the clock make a perfect ‘V’ now
As I watch from the rigid green chair.
He sits next to me, eyes narrowed, foot tapping.
Opposite, a bald headed man winces.
The child in the corner cries for his mum
while she absently reads ‘ok’.

Stark fluorescents blink, blithely...

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When fairy tales were in fashion, before true love was rare,
A prince wooed a maid who was flaxen and fair.
He came every day and patiently knelt
Before the dark tower wherein his love dwelt.
He'd call out, "Rapunzel, oh, show me you care,
And let down a ladder...

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