Best Blond Poems
Life, in the cruelty of morning light,
Is a strand of copper blond hair
With auburn roots, asleep on a pillow.
Are you waiting for the snail mail
To bring you the implant
That will explode in your head?
Or will you dedicate your life
To multiplication of garbage that oozed
Into ancestral rivers, lakes and skies?
Will you let blood bubble on the Tigris
Or become a collector of limbs in Grozny,
While I inaugurate a thousand Darfurs?
Will we terrorize freedom in freedom’s name?
Goliath, let us fortify, let us amend,
Or one day David will pelt us with a catapult,
Blood will copiously flow
From our forehead into our eyes,
We will be blinded, unless we already are.
Deep cleansing milk has to be sold by the gallon,
And, of course, Listerine.
Categories:
blond, introspection, life, people,
Form:
Blank verse
There once was a beauty of whom I was fond
She lived a top secret life of the beau monde
Yet I felt despair
When she changed her hair
And presented herself as Blond, Jane Blond
Categories:
blond, funny love,
Form:
Limerick
Your hair is like the sun I want it to rise upon me
Without your sunny hair I'm dying from lack of vitamin D
Categories:
blond, hair,
Form:
Leather, rubber, PVC
Synched waists, stiletto heels
Padded bras, chicken cutlets
Body stocking, pantyhose
Sitting around, TV on
Laptops open
Googling...
Waiting
For a sleaze bag
To book a session
Half hour, maybe more
Fingers crossed
The bell rings
Door’s buzzed open
Short, fat, ugly, hairy, thing
You would think he was Brad Pit
The girl hover like flies
His cash burns a hole
‘I want to talk to her…
And her’
All of them Yes Girls
‘I’d love that, Sir!’
‘Are you a bad girl?’
‘Oh yes, Sir, absolutely!’
Slim blond, flavor of the month
Big breast, slim waist, round bum
All boxes ticked
He gets a rush
Deal struck
Half an hour
Over the knee
No wood
He pays in cash
Then leads the way
Into a mock school room
CLICK, doors secure
Hands tied behind back
Ankles roped together
Thrown over his lap
Punishment begins
He slaps with much gusto
Dying to see crimson,
Speckles and welts
And sweet cherry tears
‘You’ve been a very bad girl,
You need be punished’
He whacks her with a paddle
She sees bolts of lightning
‘Please, Sir, I don’t…’
‘You do as I say!’
He beat her much harder
“Please, Sir!’
‘Can you have another?
Sure, that’s what I’m here for’
‘It’s not what I agreed to’
‘Well that’s just tough ****.’
‘Now be a smart girl
And listen very carefully
Do exactly as I tell you
And you’ll be okay
‘Open up…wider
Pop this gag in your mouth
Bite down it will help
See how I care?’
She knows not to argue
Struggle equals pain
With the ease of a stealth bomber
Her mind exits backstage
He has a jolly old time
Bombs over Bagdad
An onslaught of slaps
Wood, hand and yardstick
The intercom buzzes
‘Sir, your 30 is up’
‘Thank you, I’m finished’
He works to untie her
‘Here’s a tip, for your markings’
She smiles and says thank you
Truth be told
She has a penchant for pain
Back in the waiting room
She sits on the sofa
The fire from her backside
Warms up her soul
She opens Facebook
Updating her status:
“Interesting day @ the dungeon,
I really heart my job!”
Categories:
blond, people, pain, girl,
Form:
“. . .The blond assassin passes on.
The sun proceeds unmoved . . .”
( from "Apparently With No Surprise" by Emily Dickinson)
A blond assassin was he, but not quite the same as the one
personified by the poet Dickinson; her assassin was the frost.
Mine had a similar cool veneer and a masquerade of beauty.
His heart, though, was ebony, and his soul was black as coal.
I and those other women, whom I’m certain he could hypnotize
so easily with a mere glance of his eyes' crystal blue,
were like the happy flowers in Ms. Dickinson’s short poem.
His power, like the frost’s over the flowers,
was hardly accidental, for he oozed confidence and charm.
Through my high school years, my desire for him burned crimson.
I laid my heart open, while his own, opaque, was impossible to read.
As he grew more and more aloof, I knew I had to suture my sad heart.
But the real death came later when he smashed my soul into obscurity.
On seeing me at college, his blue eyes were as icy cold as glass
as right through me they sliced!
Oh, for the once so happy flower of my youth!
6/2/17 for Laura Loo's Write Me Something Deep and Dark Poetry Contest
The ten Words used for this poetry contest: ebony/ obscurity/ masquerade/ aloof/ death/ hypnotize/ suture/ veneer/ crimson/ opaque
Categories:
blond, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
Blond, with a stutter was my steady
Plump and firm but cuddly as a teddy
I wanted her so
By the time she said na na na no
I had done it twice already
© 2000
Categories:
blond, funny
Form:
Limerick
She got a bad rap for she was a blond
But this one couldn't be fooled or conned
He claimed he loved her and she believed
Till she found out she was being deceived
She caught him there with his pants down
He'd taken her for an inept clown
Cheating was one thing she couldn't abide
There was no place for him to hide
It hurt her badly but she was strong
To stay with him would just be wrong
A wiser blond now she left him tattered
Knowing her self respect's what mattered
So don't be thinking all blonds are stupid
She's got your number,you wily Cupid!
anagram for DEBRA WILSON= A WISER BLOND
By the way I always have spelled it-BLONDE but in Webster's Dictionary it is spelled both ways !
for contest"Anagramatically Speaking"
sponsored by oink!a limp okra
Categories:
blond, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Couplet
if the leaves see her they will stay green
her shiny body is as soft as cream
shes on the top every thing is at the bottom
shes the only flower that stays in atumn
my heart silence had become screaming
the bitter ness of my tears,the sweet ness of her dreaming
if i couldnt reach her ever
i will burn in her fire forever
even till the last second i wont stop trying
i will try hard even when im dying
her love always makes me crying
her lovely dreams had made me a night owl
her dreams had filled my heart,my soul
Categories:
blond, for her, hair, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Blond Hair
Today the gods blew out of the skies
bright paintings, with a deep long held breathe
A million golden strands of sunshine.
To rinse the air and brush her dress
with the sun dappled strokes of Renoir's
bright paintings. With a deep long held breathe
I saw in her eyes a daylight star.
In her arms the edge of day loosened
with the sun dappled strokes of Renoir's
touch, I felt again the days of youth
in childhoods iridescent glow.
In her arms the day loosened
and melted to a round flame, and so
far from the black night and pointed stars
in childhoods iridescent glow
I wander in a daydream, and so
far from the black night and pointed stars
today the gods blew out of the skies
a million golden strands of sunshine.
Categories:
blond, lovenight, day, night, sun,
Form:
Terzanelle
coltscoach56
When summer rain, tackles the sun. Blinding the willing, and then again none. Directive span, stretching in the sand. From whom, will we demand, this lacking warmth. you may say, I have gone daft. that you may be right. Locked in this mental, waking frustration. what am I to do? sit and view the blond fool, who offers nothing but lies, for the willing. those who choose the reed, stretching to no where. only the fragile greed, of peace bought with the lives, gone then past, this i will not tolerate, this lying path. Now the rain is more tempting, drops big, hitting hard. these i can tolerate, pain no longer the choice, wet is better then knowing, that the blond mongrel has no regard.
Categories:
blond, abuse, allusion, america, anger,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
thinking of you is my vacation for me your love is the only intoxication
your interactable love is my desire without you im burnt in ice im frozen in fire
if i said you are not the only im a lier this world is not the highest cause you are higher
without her i always jump in conclusion without her this world is illusion
i dont want this life if shes not in my fortune her love makes me a fusion
if this world force me to choose my existance or loving her
tell this world that i would rather resign than flatter
without her im waiting till the bell of my life rings
cause without her im feeling that im a phoenix without wings
tell MY BLOND DREAM that i had thaught about her a lot lately
tell her that if for being with me is too early
what about the last second will she be my lady?
Categories:
blond, beautiful, beauty, heart, i
Form:
Rhyme
Being clueless
Loves attention
Obviously a dork
Never realizes why
Dumb can be fun
Categories:
blond, funny
Form:
Acrostic
Let me touch your hair Let me grab your hand
Gimme a hand and revive my heart Bring the life back to this waste land
Categories:
blond, hair,
Form:
"Yesterday i Was, So A Blond"
(Rock/Pop)
yesterday i gave you the best of me
yesterday i need to be in your arms
but yesterday is so dead and gone
hook: SO! so long, so long, your so gone
your just a want to be Don Juan
so now you can so the hell move on
yesterday i was so blond
but today I'm gona so move on
can hear your lies
won't give us another try
hook: SO! so long, so long, your so gone
your just a want to be Don Juan
so now you can so the hell move on
because yesterday i was so blond~
by:lyricvixen
Categories:
blond, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, recovery
Form:
Saturday nights at Barney’s
Rowdy Cowboy Honky-Tonk,
Our band sang soulful love songs
That cried while our guitars wailed.
We oozed moods for fresh lovers,
And throbbing hearts on the mend,
Through those timeless tuneful nights
While Gus wiped his rosewood bar.
After crowds slunk off with night
We sang our most heart-felt songs
To the posters on the walls.
We sang for the fallen stars
Who had blazed through there before.
We lullabied a bleached blonde
Whose shining eyes seemed frozen
On bald Gus behind the bar.
On Tuesday nights at Barney’s
Four young Texas country boys
Poured out heartfelt harmonies
For cups in the coffee shop.
Eighteen wheelers chugged by
As hopeful neon winked at stars,
Coaxing folks to Barney’s door
And dour Gus behind the bar.
When the night was on the wane
We sang for the fallen stars
On the posters on the walls,
Who had blazed through there before.
Our final song we played best:
For a tiny nightingale,
A Texas blonde in buckskins
And auld Gus behind the bar.
Now twenty years from Barney’s
Still singing songs for lovers;
At times mending aching hearts
‘Midst stale smells of smoke and beer,
Our drums beat as hurting hearts
While we croon to forlorn chairs
And remember Barney’s where
Gus wiped glasses at the bar.
We sing our final love song
For a Texas blonde who’d sung
To gray Gus behind the bar.
We sing to little Linda,
The faded belle of Barney’s
Whose faint and wrinkled poster
Was found hung loose on the wall,
Beside Gus behind the bar.
Categories:
blond, heart, love, music, song,
Form:
Free verse