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Blond Poems - Poems about Blond

Driving alone in the Monts de Blond
I drive alone down misty roads where the morning’s frost still lingers on the earth, grass, leaves unreached by the feeble winter sun whose fingers slowly withdraw into the white blankness of unmoving air. The road bends as it climbs between the shadowed pines and leaping across the road two roe deer, almost always two, run from the shrouded trees slowing my...

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Categories: blond, bereavement, extended metaphor, nature,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Congressional Alliteration Of The Century
Many writers, poets and academics know how a beautiful And striking alliteration is in a grammatical, congressional Contextual and conventional debate or literary debacle Like: blank blind badly bounced blue bowl Oops! I meant to quote the beautiful Congresswoman Jasmine Crockett, word for word, verbatim; man I can never get it right. I fell short, because I’m not tall Enough to reach...

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Categories: blond, allegory, america, black african
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Saturday Nights At Barney's
Saturday nights at Barney’s Rowdy Cowboy Honky-Tonk, Our band sang soulful love songs That cried while our guitars wailed. We oozed moods for fresh lovers, And throbbing hearts on the mend, Through those timeless tuneful nights While Gus wiped his rosewood bar. After crowds slunk off with night We sang our most heart-felt songs To the posters on the walls. We sang for the fallen stars Who...

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Categories: blond, heart, love, music, song,
Form: Free verse
American Beauty
Hair golden like the suns rays, Figure that was va-va-voom, That wiggle when you walked, Men stared women frowned, That beauty spot was not needed, Acting like a dumb blond, Not dumb, nor blond a redhead she was, Actress and sex symbol, Talented through and through, She died to young, Legend, icon remembered by everyone, Murder, accident or suicide, We will never know, Norma jean remembered....

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Categories: blond, america, beautiful, beauty, remember,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member My Long Lost Blond
When I was young, my hair was blond and my Mom even kept some locks saved from a buzzcut when Dad came home from overseas. They are long gone now but I still have a pair of bronzed baby shoes, which were popular at the time, especially for firstborn males. My hair stayed light, through childhood and adolescence but darkened in...

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Categories: blond, hair, life,
Form: Free verse



My Strawberry Blond
Early each morning When I was a wee lad I looked for the maiden Who danced by the swing. Her eyes were as green as The grass in the meadow And all of that summer My heart was in spring. She told me her dreams. Her lips were like flowers. Her arms were as dainty...

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Categories: blond, boy, girl, love, romance,
Form: Rhyme
Cross Between Purple and Blond
Cross Between Purple and Blond Write poem about cross between purple and blond; In your...

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Categories: blond, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Little Blond Boy
Setting is Germany 1943 Seven-year old wide-eyed Little blond boy four foot three Loves the freedom of running outside Life is grand he cries out with a smile Naïve to the ways of the world Blissfully happy and without guile Oblivious to the fates suddenly unfurled For little boys with dark colored hair While he greets every sunrise with bliss Innocently carries on debonair Blind to...

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Categories: blond, children, corruption, discrimination, holocaust,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Blond Assassin
“. . .The blond assassin passes on. The sun proceeds unmoved . . .” ( from "Apparently With No Surprise" by Emily Dickinson) A blond assassin was he, but not quite the same as the one personified by the poet Dickinson; her assassin was the frost. Mine had a similar cool veneer and a masquerade of beauty. His heart, though, was...

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Categories: blond, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Fond of a Beautiful Blond
Fond Of A Blond What I did was to have waved a wand; Before me appeared a beautiful blond; Was fond of. And did love; Now brunette when blond washed off in a pond. Jim Horn PS. Dedicated to Tuniabjc....

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Categories: blond, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
My Blond Dream 17
If she say,she is an angel she humbles When her hair waves my heart tumbles When she talks,the heaven rumbles When she talks,the earth crumbles When seeing her,mytongue fumbles...

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Categories: blond, angel, dream, earth, for
Form: I do not know?
My Blond Dream 16
When will my dream become feasible. In this darkness,your eyes become visible. The part way of sleep and reality is vague. Come to me and make it tangible....

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Categories: blond, dream, for her, heartbroken,
Form: I do not know?
Thoughts of a Blond Tyrant
coltscoach56 When summer rain, tackles the sun. Blinding the willing, and then again none. Directive span, stretching in the sand. From whom, will we demand, this lacking warmth. you may say, I have gone daft. that you may be right. Locked in this mental, waking frustration. what am I to do? sit and view the blond...

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Categories: blond, abuse, allusion, america, anger,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
My Blond Dream 15
You found a way to my heart,and came inside.You looted my heart like a pirate.It was written on my heart;No entries,You came in and said i am illiterate....

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Categories: blond, heart,
Form: I do not know?
My Blond Dream14
Your hair is like the sun I want it to rise upon me Without your sunny hair I'm dying from lack of vitamin D...

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Categories: blond, hair,
Form: I do not know?

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