Curls Poems

My Beautimous Man

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

only one kept her curls

My mother’s curls were teeny tiny, ringlets of gray
Tightly wound, as if they had been set around toothpicks
My sister and I had golden curls until we were two.
They gave us a haircut, and that was the end of them.

Our brother had curls, but they embarrassed our father.
He did not think he looked like a real

Curly Serenade

The awning of Ovis, a shade from the sun,
Cast patterns of light, where her story begun.
Not rain-streaked glass, but a warm, open space,
Where her curly brown hair framed a captivating face.
She moved through the tables, a sun-dappled dream,
Her presence a current, a vibrant sunbeam.
"A light, if you have one?" her soft voice inquired,
Her eyes, like

Cracks, Cuts and Curls

Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook
Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook
A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears
And the invoice innocence of her beats
Enormously resonant as the dark dirt
Self-like a famished, fainted convert
Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides
Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side
She the rose’ pearl, mourns with

Straightening The Curls

He is a lonesome young lad, not happy,
with curly hair he thinks he looks scrappy.
     Dunks his head in pool with spin,
     cold water his nose sucks in.
Tangled hair straightens, but he feels crappy.

Girl with the Curls

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

Sunlit Curls In Rendezvous

in morning light 
sunlit curls in rendezvous 
with the wind 

13 October 2023

Pearls On Curls of Tress

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

Of Swirls and Curls

Her sun-bleached curls flow languid with the breeze,
with soothing timbres in her choral voice.
Her tangy scent denotes a shameless tease,
alluring like a nymph with carefree choice.

Her turquoise eyes depict a tender mood, 
and salty kiss that lingers on your tongue.
Her soft embrace immersing but subdued,
for years besotted with the tunes she sung

Yet, our rapport at

Golden Curls and the Geek

The stud kicked sand in the face of the geek
Shook his golden curls: "You're so very weak."
   The geek worked out every day
   New muscles proudly displayed
Kicked 'golden curls' halfway to Mozambique

Wet Curls

Wet curls
Begging a wish
To touch them.
But for the mist,
White wool over eyes.

We saw
The haze went up the gorge,
Stroking the pines of Mawkdok,
And desperate
To hold your hand, I
Kept the commandment.
What shall I do in heaven now
Without your moist locks?

Pears blossomed
In pure white detachment,
But you took their pictures,
And I preferred to trap
Your wayward ways in my fingers.
What

Toxins and Curls For Contest Fragile

The universe is an enormous place
Where we can measure distance in light years
But fragility lives within that space
And is the cause of many human fears

Oceans we sail and the air that we taste
Are more fragile than the strands of spun glass
Streams and rivers run foul with toxic waste
As they threaten to destroy us en masse

But

Captivatingly Spun Curls

The princess’s beading pearls                                                   

Pearls and Curls

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

Blonde Curls

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

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