Black Haired Poems - Poems about Black Haired

...He is my white knight in shining armor and my own black haired prince. He was found to be reviving my love for him from ever since We had to learn how to love each other so much again.......

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...Sharon by Michael R. Burch, circa age 15 apologies to Byron I. Flamingo-minted, pink, pink cheeks, dark hair streaked with a lisp of dawnlight; I have seen your shadow creep through eeri......

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.... PLOPPED yep 'pon this earth mine dropped center the fine ......

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...Our neighbor’s long black haired cat killed all five baby birds in nest nestled in evergreen tree in front of house, the wife and I decorate for Christmas each year. The animal kingdom is cruel......

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...Oh, you African! Of cocoa skin and black-haired Like your judgments You African! The lamb in the elections Son of the people, wandering in the dying neighborhoods With your sweet and spo......

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...I write upon my twisted trails of fairytales Whereby some arcane beauty is defined As meek blonde girls sweeping the coals No chance to dance at balls Hoping only for pity from some magic elf Or......

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...passengers gather while their turn awaits very few standing out except for one, sprawling along my seat room for me, just about awkward two-handed pillow cupping head beyond waking, no......

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...A girl approached me in the street After bedtime, on my way home After closing time; still on my way home She asked if I had something to drink She said I could do anything I wanted; to her I le......

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...Georgie His was a pudgy boyish countenance, With rounded river eyes and an Alfalfa smile. He wheezed like a sick tern with repeated asthma attacks, Playing hard at the various outdoor games an......

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...Athenian Epitaphs Mariner, do not ask whose tomb this may be, but go with good fortune: I wish you a kinder sea. —Michael R. Burch, after Plato Does my soul abide in heaven, or hell? Only th......

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...Oscillating fans here and there in the house, Naps in a cool cement basement, Folding fans on an evening porch, Dry breezes after twilight. The ice man with tongs holding a 50-lb cube, Throwin......

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...My blue hair women paintings are surprisingly fun, But the most interesting are my blue black haired combo. I know this because I am staring at them now. Pony-tailed, hatted, hanging, one doing th......

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...Burke Bowden rode slowly through the piney hills outside the mining town of Tillico. Hiding himself there in the Montana woods where decent folks would rarely go. He had good reason for being out......

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...CHAPTER 6 (continued, c) Several of the primate children  Sat together in the branches  Of a tree; they did not notice  Danger silently approaching    Through the leaves a brown and yellow  ......

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...VIOLET LIPSTICK She was . . . smiling into me, Her eyes, in mine, asking me "Sir, what do you want to order?". I could not speak I could only see her violet lipstick. I quickly, shyly, a......

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