Short Blond Poems
Short Blond Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Blond by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Blond by length and keyword.
A young witch in need of a wand
Searched the pockets of a young blond
She found a snake
That spit a lake
Then shrunk and did not respond.
Repunzel’s high in the castle
With hair’s neat knots in a tassel
This sweet young flower
So blond in the tower
Is for beauticians a hassle
He was hooked by bleach blond fish
Only concerned with his
Onyx deed and red tie to please
Kinda dumb to be at
Ease
Really Trump is a rump
Beach babe
My tanned blond
Bronzing under natures sun
My heart reaches out to her
Beauty
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In stockings and basque,
Head back, her blond hair cascades
My thoughts, oh là là
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The real blond effect I have seen
It's something--that goldilocks sheen!
Her stunning success
I would like to possess
And my hair's dyed with envy green!
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.
Form:
Green met blue,
and blond met brown.
Leather met cotton,
and city met town.
When you met me,
brandy met wine.
When eye met eye,
your lips met mine.
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.
Form:
My own favorite spy, James Bond 007,
He loves stirred Martini, but not shaken.
He is very lovable and blue-eyed blond,
That’s why sexy spies gave up their gun.
what sunlight
begins with
blond light
bouncing from
every corner of
her blue
Arcadia
eyes
now
falling
in love
with her
own reflection,
by the
moon river
Blond, with a stutter was my steady
Plump and firm but cuddly as a teddy
I wanted her so
By the time she said na na na no
I had done it twice already
© 2000
In the hairdresser's chair,
Seeing stunning blond hair,
Just caught my eye right there.
Imagining her face.
Did it have poise and grace?
Its a bloke, thoughts erase!
There once was a beauty of whom I was fond
She lived a top secret life of the beau monde
Yet I felt despair
When she changed her hair
And presented herself as Blond, Jane Blond
Blond daisies strip petals softly
in nearest trembling grains snow.
Sunshines stumbles scarcely
above ever rich had daisies' seeding grow.
Form:
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
Form:
I'm kind of worried 'bout ole Uncle Jack
Who has developed a dirty old knack
He bothers little girls
By twirling their blond curls
Glad Jack's arthritis acts up in the sack
Blurt and Issue Did Skirt
Out many bad words had to blurt;
After finished feelings would hurt;
Orange hair blond,
He had to abscond;
So each issue he is sure to skirt.
Jim Horn
Watch this Hispanic street punk
Furiously drive home his prayer
Frowning and sweating Latin funk
While the blond hippie shakes down her hair...
Santana at Woodstock, 1969 on U-Tube
Go find me
a homeless man
with a golden suntan
Oh, sure
He lives just down the block
from the tall blond whore
whose only love is the great outdoors
Over lambent plains
of blond wheat,
braided spikes
rustling
in flaxen breeze,
a flock of crows
seesaws
like obsidian scythes
in cider firmament
under harvest sun's afternoon eye.
Blaggard blaming the blond bloke for his blight:
Blablabla, bluster and bleat, blathering
Blob, your blue blood bleeds blotches on a black
Blossom. Blaspheme, blabber—I blast your bluff.
I miss your blond locks, your heterochromic eyes, and looks.
I miss your gorgeous smile, your mind, and your angelic voice.
I miss when I used to have the chances to be one of your choice.
I went a fishin in the neighborhood pond
Just when I cast it in I had to suddenly abscond
I didn’t think it was wrong
But the pond wore a thong
I was chased by the husband of Gertrude the blond
Abby,the name of an angle
blond beautiful hair
oh that face, a beautiful face
one of an angle, my angle
blue worm welcoming eyes
that is her eyes,that is her name
is as beautiful as her hair