Best Curls Poems
I can still remember,
when they said you may not be born,
my heart became so heavy,
wondering how I would mourn.
I can still remember,
the first day I held you close,
you were so calm and beautiful,
with big brown eyes and a little nose.
I can still remember,
daddy was your first word,
such a dulcet melodious voice,
more beautiful than a mockingbird.
I can still remember,
when I would come home at night,
how you would come running,
smiling sweetly and eyes shining so bright.
I can still remember,
sometimes when life became a struggle,
you would calm all my fears,
with a big hug and a warm snuggle.
I can still remember,
pleading with God to keep me alive,
so that I could always protect you,
I needed the will to survive.
I can still remember,
your flamboyant 'diva like' style,
singing and dancing all day,
you knew how to make people smile.
You think your dad's like a mountain,
how in trials, I show no emotion,
its because I don't want you to worry,
even when I crumble, I'll show you devotion.
So, my precious little girl with the curls,
today's the day you're no longer a teen,
but you will always be my innocent angel,
even when throwing tantrums like a drama queen!
I know the day will come,
when your prince charming will take you away,
But, my little sweetheart,
remember that daddy loved you since your first day.
Categories:
curls, daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Those Exotic Enchanting Eyes And Long Dark Curls
Found you there, heart resting on beautiful cloud
with a pretty so great, you had to be proud.
Those exotic enchanting eyes and long dark curls
all of you so sweet, my mind fell into swirls.
Deepest trepidation when I dared to ask you out
your, "of course", made heart and soul shout.
Joy rained down back in those blessed miracle days
with my saying, "I love you", a thousand ways!
You filled my sails, sending my world into motion
flying to you, I crossed the Pacific ocean.
Tender and sweet, moment of our first embrace
dear love found, my mind holds every trace.
Once my days were sad and filled with dark curses
now they shine while writing you verses!
Future promises, in only death, shall we ever part
that promise sings so poetic in my heart!
Found you there, heart resting on beautiful cloud
with a pretty so great, you had to be proud.
Those exotic enchanting eyes and long dark curls
all of you so sweet, my mind fell into swirls.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2004
Note- A poem I wrote to my darling wife after only
nine days as husband and wife. A private poem that
she has so graciously allowed me to post.
In my humble opinion, my best ever love poem.
Which is why I wanted it posted here.
Categories:
curls, beautiful, blessing, deep, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The twilight cloud drizzles pearls on you,
pristine patina flows on curls of tress ebony,
rave rapture drenches me, you’ve no clue.
The twilight cloud drizzles pearls on you,
setting scarlet sun sprinkles dreamy hue,
surreal crystals cascade in silent symphony.
The twilight cloud drizzles pearls on you,
pristine patina flows on curls of tress ebony.
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January 22, 2022
Word Count : 56 (PS Counter)
Contest : Triolet Poetry Contest 160 Words Or Less
Sponsored by : Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
curls, beautiful, hair, imagery, rain,
Form:
Triolet
Dedicated to My Timothy Lee
I love you and it has been said, 'love is blind.'
My beautimous man is my favorite visual treat.
Times staring at him are times I often repeat.
His blond tendrils hang down, outside his do-rag,
and are curls my fingers just have to twirl and grab.
Fierce, piercing blue eyes allow his gaze to melt me,
happens all the time and never do I ever mind.
The rich pay surgeons for cheekbones my man has.
My knuckles sometimes trace each bones span.
He has such a good-looking nose, not big or small,
it’s a nose I frequently kiss on my tip toes.
Perfect lips motivate my own to seek his kiss.
They aren't thick or thin, but ideal sized bliss.
I’m mesmerized by his labor rustled arm muscles
that grow a need for my cheeks to muscle nuzzle.
My beautimous man said my vision needs to be checked
because no features of his do my eyes accurately detect.
He said his curls do hang down, but no hair is on his crown.
He took me to a mirror to see lines under his eyes clearer,
said his cheekbones are no longer sensual but skeletal,
his nose now nostril hair grows and rudely hair shows,
plus, his muscles have aged and are now sad sag designed.
I asked what word bits would he now hurl about his lips -
he pulled me close and said, ‘only kisses are on my lip script.’
Categories:
curls, beauty, body, desire, for
Form:
Free verse
Dark Mother of the fullest silver moon,
Once more I call upon thy hallowed name,
Beneath thy light I mark the sacred rune,
As in thy blessed hands my spirit’s tame.
By the burning of candle’s amber flame,
All through the night unto the golden dawn,
Inspire my voice; invoke thy pow’r and claim,
Unto thee in lunar light my soul is born.
As to this world I know I must return,
To seek thy wise so I may clearly see,
Inspire my heart so I may want to learn,
Thy ways that bring my soul closer to thee,
As incense curls to show my destiny,
Those ancient ways I know must come to be.
Form: Irish Sonnet
Categories:
curls, faith, religion, light, light,
Form:
Sonnet
When I was a wee little girl,
My hair had bright yellow curls.
I liked them a lot
‘Till my mom cut them off,
And that was the end of my world.
Categories:
curls, nice,
Form:
Limerick
If you are the cold rapier of sovereignty
I'm the flames of hell that forge you
If you are the spread pallor of night
I'm the sleepless soul in your sullen
If you are the herald of mishap
I'm the ribbon of tan whose dust you awake
If you are the songful mockingbird
I'm the sylvan gourd twirling to your trills
If you are the darting trilobate arrow of retribution
I'm the billow whose back you surf
If you are the first born of Aphrodite
I'm the lost sea harbouring Uranus' genitalia
If you are the dirge of death
I'm the orchestra setting your symphony
If you are the sorcerer of the end
I'm the skull among the bones in your palm
If you are the pitiable mendicant
I'm the wretched jacket of holding your alms
If you are the cold rapier of sovereignty
I'm the scabbard kissing your blade
Categories:
curls, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
Tasseled blonde curls blown by the breeze
Playing with the blonde puppy geez
Total look on her face of tease
Delightful child whom none will displease
Sweet puppy with fair fur that does please
Grand twosome joyful playful ease
God's design is wonderful for these
Child's games, puppies' antics appease
Written: June 12, 2016
Blonde is a feminine form of blond and blond is masculine..It can be used in
a not nice way but this is strictly meaning a female with blonde hair..
Inspired by the contest Monorhyme sponsored by Laura Loo
Categories:
curls, childhood,
Form:
Monorhyme
there once was a beautiful girl
who didn't have one curl
she would trade all her socks
for those precious locks
which her fingers longed to twirl
Categories:
curls, hope,
Form:
Haiku
She stands before me
Ebony curls in drape
Gracing porcelain shoulders
Hiding her sexy nape
She turns to me so slowly
Black lace beautifies her so
Eyes in alluring stare
Inside me I readily grow
Her silver jewellery glints
Sparkling just like she
To be adorned by her beauty
As she stands in front of thee
With gentleness of slide
Black lace cascades so slow
Revealing pert breasts of woman
Beauty in delightful glow
Silver tassel's in pendulum swing
Captures my watching eyes
My heart internally craves
So pert my body cries
The speed of which it glides
Past hips so shaped as she
In slow motion to the floor it falls
Naked she faces me
Step by step she moves real closer
As my eyes fill with desire
Her lobes, her nape, her body
My heart singing like a choir
Into her emerald eyes I stare
Caressing her to the floor
Working my way back up
We kiss and start to explore
Sitting back she sits astride me
Face to face in kissing touch
Paradise beckons us both
Internally we will clutch
In sync our hands rejoice
We undulate like the waves
Our urge for inner joy
Explode our wanting craves
Our scented sweating bodies
Grace the evening air
My hands through ebony curls
Into her eyes I stare
At the point when our lava flows
I whisper in her ear
My love for you so grows
Prospering from year to year
Whenever she stands before me
Her ebony curls in drape
I love her so much more
My love, my loving scape
Categories:
curls, passionheart, heart, love, me,
Form:
Quatrain
my woman pours out hunger
like monsoon rain
come down to drown both wind and world
in melancholy memories
before
the dreams went dry
before
the fade to funk
stripped withered rhythms from her trunk
her blue/black/smile
still draws you down
below firm breasts
to pleasured space - wet with wandering warm-scented words
wrapped brother-tight
in uptown Harlem's
summer absolution
tonight
where blue notes float
above white curls
of smoke
in risin' syncopation
with rifts and rhythms of the moon
a soulful summer night
where blues make it through
soft-silky lips
of ebony woman with high yellow light
where blues make it
better than forever for a night
Categories:
curls, woman, night, night,
Form:
Ode
The princess’s beading pearls A tempest of diamond swirls Lace traps of widowed girls
Categories:
curls, allusion, beauty, betrayal, first
Form:
tristich
She has those big brown curls
Held together by big bows
Tied beautifully.
She has those big blue eyes
Cover in shades of make-up
bright and beautiful
She hides the pain behind
her absloute beauty
She hides the beauty behind
The hardest pain
Categories:
curls, beauty
Form:
Free verse
Little girls with no fancy curls,
tossed upon their heads.
They only need a smile indeed,
and impish looks instead.
They need to have tussled clothes,
scuffed shoes and un-matched sox.
Dimples deep, and pert grins,
eyes that snap a lot.
Curled up toes, reeking and muddy,
hands that are really grubby.
Fist held tight, in utter delight,
clutter to be treasured at night.
Goose bumps and wriggly lumps,
toys that help them jump.
Little girls with no fancy curls,
mostly like all other little girls.
Categories:
curls, childhood, children, happiness,
Form:
This distance between us rests beneath my ribs.
Expanding in the chambers of my heart ,
taking mutiny over it’s passage ways .
My vessels ring with emptiness.
And in Your absence,
Your hair shamelessly curls around my every possession.
Elaborating on the intricate spaces,
I do not have the capacity to fill.
My spine curls around You softly.
Categories:
curls, love, relationship, romance, romantic,
Form: