Curls Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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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. ...

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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...

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in morning light sunlit curls in rendezvous with the wind 13 October 2023...

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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. _______________ January 22, 2022 Word Count : 56 (PS...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The princess’s beading pearls ...

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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...

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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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When I was a wee little girl, My hair had bright yellow curls. I liked them a lot ‘Till my mom cut them off, And that was the end of my world....

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