Best Blondish Poems
His hair is blondish red; his eyes are blue.
He’s slim and trim, a quite athletic guy!
Cocksure is he and a boy through and through,
who simply thinking happy thoughts, can fly!
He’s full of fun and does things on a whim,
this fellow known through all of Never Land.
A boatload of adventure follows him.
Now don’t you think his life is rather grand?
He has a friend who goes by “Tinkerbell,”
a fairy that can fit upon his hand,
so loyal to him, he thinks that she is swell,
and also he’s the leader of a band. . . .
A band of boys, that is! This motley crew
he hangs out with until they grow too old!
There’s not too much their leader cannot do,
and far and wide his exploits have been told.
If I could be a boy, I’d take the name
of Peter Pan, a boy both free and bold,
enjoying adventure, fun, and fame,
and best of all, I never would grow old!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
For the "Disney" contest by
Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
As sun is shining
tis ever so bright
Rising Beautifully
in the day light
As I run.. ever so fast
Along the shores
Chasing Butterflys
forever more....
I leave my
foot-prints
in the sands
as my long
blondish-brown hair
tis blowing
within the wind
tis remind me
of within tis life
Christ the Rising Son
Is Coming...
As I run ever so fast
unto His Light
Along the Shore
Chasing Butterfly's of Souls
they may too
come to Christ
then be cleansed
and made whole
be Born-again
obtaining Eternal life..
As tis day...
Time shall be..
I and many
we will leave
our Foot-prints
in the sand..
As the Holy Spirit blows
tis just like the wind
taking us away...
Gloriously Free
Forever more...
Thank you.. Sweet Beautiful Tristen..
for taking part... within my heart
tis as God has worked through
your Loving Treasures
Tis with Blessing of this write..
As tis be... as I run along the Beautiful shores
within this life.. with you and many
Spreading God's Divine Word
In-hopes many shall come to Christ
Come to Jesus
While there tis time...
For the Rising of our Heavenly Father's Son
Soon shall be...
Then we all will live in Eternity..
Forever More........
Form:
I consider my hair my crowning glory
it is very very long blondish and straight
and I pamper it every single day
so, it is soft like baby hair
I have smooth and silky shampoo and conditioner
different types of scented detanglers
leave in conditioners for an extra silky feel
brushes and combs that will not break my hair
I wear very little makeup
just pink lipstick, blush, eyeliner and mascara
'cause I like a sort of natural look
I love how my hair blows in the breeze
and how it swings in dance class when I twirl
people tell me how pretty it is
even strangers will stop ask what I do
to make it so nice (I give it love)
some even say is it real
and I say just tug on it and you decide
since a little girl I have had long hair
I have pleasant memories of mom brushing it
sometimes, even braiding it
but nowadays, I just let it be long and straight
that's what I like . . .
I'd hike a mountain backwards,
Even if it were awkward.
I'd walk around in a fat suit
Then tell all my friends on poetrysoup.
I'd tell every other girl they smell,
Even if I would never live to tell.
I would sing you a song
And ask your parents to sing along.
I would spike my brownish-blondish hair
And sport a big smile like I didn't care.
I would go to the mall on a shopping spree
And get kicked out for jumping on all the Christmas trees.
I might whisper,"I love you" in your ear,
Then scream it out for all the world to hear.
I would go to a store and jump on the beds
Then fall off just to hit my head.
I'd jump off a bridge just because I was bored
(But not without a bungee cord).
I would perform for an audience until they 'booed'
Then go and scuff all the skater's shoes.
I would tell you this poem in brief
Just for comic relief.
I would face the winter without my gloves
Just for your smile (Just for your love).
My dreams are shattered on the ground,
I never knew what I had found,
A boy who deserves better than me,
Looked at me and said it could be.
He loves me for me,
And I love him for him,
I thought this could be,
Another love story or hymn.
He has beautiful blue eyes,
And plump pink lips,
I hope he understands,
Why I wanna be with him.
He is the one I've been searching for,
A guy with such allure,
With blondish-brown hair,
And a cute little nose,
I wonder if my feelings show.
Form:
Zeynep is her name
But more precious than a gem
She's a woman of fame
She's the Hazine of my dream
A beauty with blondish curly hair
And a skin that's so fair
All my loneliness and despair
Wave goodbye when I see her stare
I wish to go to Turkey
To meet such matchless beauty
Her eyes that shine like morning light
Give me hope and deep delight
I saw her and I loved again
I couldn't forget her since then
Her smile that's so tender
Burns my loneliness to ember
I could only dream for her love
But I love her like the heaven above
Till the parting of my sight
Her radiance gives me light
Yes the mirrors often speak to me,
sometimes pictures come to see,
My grand daughter standing there,
in the mirror, blondish hair...
Yes she came to see,
beautiful g/child to be,
she is here born, with us,
our family care, Laura is a plus:)
as she had promised me.
I see people in mirrors sometimes, I saw this little girl in the mirror,
3 months before she was born, she looked radiant.
Don Johnson