Best Dark Haired Poems

A small dark-haired boy

absorbed in the words he scrawls

at an old wood desk

has thoughts brighter than grim walls

beyond which his future sprawls


Nov. 23, 2017 for...

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The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking...

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It's the summer of my fourth year.
Dad is driving us to the seashore.
The sun follows us, a happy fellow,
beaming in the mid-morning’s azure sky.
In the...

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On the balcony I stand this moonlit night
Behind me she sleeps content within sight

If I stand to my left, allowing the moons pass
This lunar beam...

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On Halloween, beneath a crescent moon,
a dark-haired man, pale-faced, I chanced to see.
He danced with grace and beauty to each tune
the band was playing. Would...

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I never had the chance
To hear you talk
Our time ran out
Before you could walk.

You were born with wings
A sign we knew
That the man upstairs
Would soon...

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TO CIARA: RULES FOR LOVING

			Little dark haired one, don’t fall
			for the first boy to give you attention
			or pay you a compliment. Don’t fall
			for the first...

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You trod
over
frosted 
farmland
upon
your brow
was ice
and I
felt your
mind and 
knew your
heart and
that was
a sad
device

Smoked out
your life
widowed
your wife
you'll not
have that
daughter
fair nor 
dark haired
son to
toss up
midair

I dropped
you there
from...

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Silver Strands

Platinum it was, not a hint of gold
Silver tiara was grandma’s crown
Brushed over her head, to a bun rolled
She always refused to wear it...

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across the Doggerland dogged people trudge
  Neanderthals, Heidelbergers...Sapiens, the last ones standing
  hairy mammoths, heavy life bearing down
  the mighty maw of...

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(I can't get a question mark to stay on title line, but the actual title I would prefer for this story is probably this: No...

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There's little left now, Lawson, mate, of your home by the hill, 
Except, a guarding sentinel, the chimney stands there still; 
To some it's just...

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I am a wall painted purple, oh, I remember that day well,
      a girl of raven hair, standing on a...

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This rock of the brave
In the Mediterranean Sea
There is a Maltese Maiden
A lure for me

We will meet in it's Capital
Steeped in history
Valletta is it's name
But...

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This dark haired beauty
Whose romantic words grace us
Our Maltese Maiden




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