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.
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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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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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
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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
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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.
if the ocean of her eyes is cold if her hair heat made me old
my emotions are awake im feeling them without her my life is meaning less
this cold nights are killing me im feeling her is she feeling me?
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I want to feel your voice I want you,head to toes
I want to feel your breath If not,I just want death
I want to feel your hair Your name's all I whisper
Your waist is my rainbow Your love is all i know.
Your magical wheat farm,your hair is so charming
It makes me wanting to start farming
Your voice is my melody Come and be my remedy
Without my Blond dream I have no hope to survive
Her name will teach me the meaning of survive
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Blond blue eyed or black with brown
Ebony shoes matching ballroom gown
A delicious laugh and vexing green frown
Uniquely pretty from a small teal town
Tender hearted not a nicer soul around
Yellow star shines like her so profound
A girl's soft-eyed glow
Of fascination.
Sweetest, if but looked back on
Could not bear to then
Of what did frighten.
From this safe distance
Time's, easy breathed Time's
What can, now with tears, be told
Does more horrify:
Why, faint hearted, why?
Hey Blond dream,Your hairs smell is like a cream
Your hairs taste is like sugarcane,It brings my heart to hurricane
Without you,this world is hard to remain
Living without you,is insane
Your eyes are like fountains,which angels are getting shower
I'm thinking of your eyes,every day and every hour
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I wanna lay my head on your thighs without you i should just sigh
I wanna feel your arm Your hair is my wheat farm
If I never could reach you dreaming will not harm
I'm tired of searching and not finding
But in any cloud there is a silver lining
Written in the year's longest night for my Blond Dream
A Walrus Who Was a Blond
All of the moments started to get tense
Watching Wilson the Walrus have a rinse
After, his new color he had grown fond;
He was no longer grey and became a blond.
Chuckle, chuckle.
So you fill in the blanks. How do you like
my original idea. Pretty cool, Huh???
I don't know you are a myth or you are real
but with every pain that comes to me
I dream that one day my hand will grab your hair
your hair is like the sun,your eyes are like the ocean
So,your forehead is the sky line of the earth and heaven
If you are real come to my dream tonight
Even though,tears won't leave to let the dreams come to my eyes.
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When you push your hair to the side of your forehead,it makes a wind.
A wind that makes,waves on the ocean of your eyes.
It doesn't matter what the temperature is,in the depth of your eyes every thing is the same.
People,can't see the deep parts of the ocean,since,the light they see by can't reach the depth of your eyes,but I can see your turquoises.
Bare breasted and blond
Back drop of the moon
In stretched out vista
Silken skin bloom
Body so perfect
Trimmed and serene
Captures imagination
Wanting dream
Blond hair splayed
Caught by the breeze
Like tentacles of want
My heart aches to please
To be in her presence
Wrapped up in her mane
Close to her heart
Delightful remain
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love5.php
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.
Beauty so blond
In her pale blue dress
Her long flowing hair
Sheer finesse
With model looks
Complexion delight
Sky blue eyes
Luring, excite
Her posture of walk
Proud and true
Figure of dreams
My mind pursues
Many thoughts
My sleep has shared
And many nights
I think I'm there
The next dawn i awake
Has it all been a dream
Did we kiss, did we touch
My blond haired queen
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love5.php
Cross Between Purple and Blond
Write poem about cross between purple and blond; In your direction we have waved a wild magic wand; Wind was blowing; Curiosity growing, And of had many thoughts before we became fond.
Jim Horn