Best Freckles Poems

I was enjoying my time in the sandbox
When a redhead with freckles climbed in.
The glint in his eyes left no question,
His mission was ruin and sin.

With my pail I had sculpted a castle,
But he eyed it with fiendish disdain.
His foot was the boot of destruction,
And...

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Nursery Rhyme
Children's Short story (Rhyme)

Little Ellie, loves her freckles
she counts them every night,
her friends call her 'Ellie speckles'
which fills her with delight!

she traces them with her finger
before she rests her head
in the mirror, she lingers
dallying if the truth be said,

little Ellie, loves her freckles
she bathes...

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Born in 1921, somewhere in Wyoming, born to ride wild stock
Started at sixteen, hung up his spurs at 53
Thirty Seven years  of riding broncs and bulls
Made his home aboard outlawed livestock
Riding with broken bones and paying his fees
Night after night, on them old bone...

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As the temperature starts to rise
A surprise I see before my eyes
Lots more  tiny golden speckles
the mystery and beauty of freckles.

 once at school my friend said  I look like
I had been sun bathing under a tea strainer
now I see what she meant,...

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Freckly freckled face
Freckling facial features form
Featuring freckles



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Dancing freckles every day
Every day I see you smile
Every time I hold your hand
And walk with you a while

Tiny freckles dancing
Lift me for a while
Dance across your nose
Every time you smile

A hint of faded love
Every time I miss you 
Dancing all the while
Every time I...

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I met a girl once; more like noticed her I have to admit.
A girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
The girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
Oh; I noticed her.

Music can bring back memories for me.
If you want to make me...

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Walter Branham, a retired teacher, and his wife Victoria went to Applebee’s, the chain restaurant, for lunch one day last week. First time they had gone there. Usually they go to an ethnic restaurant but Victoria wanted a salad. Walt as always was obliging.

The restaurant...

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Fairy freckles fade with your smile
Once bright as the s’mores summer stars
In midnight.  Then… something captured you.
It took you to a darkness where

Stars once bright as the s’mores summer
Couldn’t be seen.  And… some monster…
It took you to a darkness where
I didn’t even see...

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Author's note: I dug deep into my archives chest to retrieve this piece of utter nonsense, dear readers, because I thought it would make a good submission for April Fool's Day...


Freckles!
People who have freckles
Are sometimes people who eat pickles.
But pickles have bumps,
They don't have freckles.
Bumpy...

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I wish I had freckles the eight-year-old said.
These are age spots, replied her great-grandmother.
Then I want them, the child replied. Because I like them.
Her parents were not surprised at her instant freckles.
Remember, the mommy said, “this was my grandma too.”
“And I have heard the stories,”...

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Blemish and blunder.
Upon my face they thunder!

Speckled paint splattered down and around my nose,
where else might I find these spots, no one knows.

These spots, these useless spots, 
are they God's gift, or a curse that reeks,
obsessed over these pocks upon my soul and cheeks.

Whether dark...

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With eyelashes fluttering, irises caught in a blink,
those windows of yours are opening and closing
like a metronome ticking time to symphonies played.
Within flesh are entrances cradling a floor to nowhere,
leading to a somewhere hidden to all but you. Pebbles 
could be placed upon freckles to...

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morning heat bakes my bones
warms my skin
I turn my face up for more freckles
I stand in the yard
close my eyes
encompassed by
hot pushing heat waves
the dog leans
heavily against me
lets go
its too hot
he is panting
thinking of his baby pool in the yard
I am absorbing as much summer...

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Blackened Silhouettes Fill The Skies

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Blackened silhouettes fill the skies, freckles.
The setting sun blocked by bats, in millions!
Hairs on my dogs back stood up, his heckles.
The black silhouetted bats, amazing!
Bats' freckles, natures vaudevillians!
New lands tonight, instinctive trailblazing,
they know this night certain bugs fly, mating,
yes procreating in...

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