Short Dark Haired Poems

Complexion delight,
Emerald eyed maiden glows;
Dark haired beauty wows.


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This dark haired beauty
Whose romantic words grace us
Our Maltese Maiden




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Little dark haired beauty, delicate features
Energetic, frowny face
Intelligent, social creature
Loving, and needs love
Angels keep you in Gods love



Niece of ours...

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A small dark-haired boy

absorbed in the words he scrawls

at an old wood desk

has thoughts brighter than grim walls

beyond which his future sprawls


Nov. 23, 2017 for Eve Roper's Photostory Contest...

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Full moon bright
Through clouded sky
Aqua waters
Three doves fly
 
Golden sands
Grace the shore
Dark haired maiden
Whom i adore
 
Her body wet
As waves caress
Clothes clinging
Shaped finesse
 
On one knee 
Her pose so sweet
A rose drifts in
For the maiden on the beach


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The t.v. series,
A Little Princess,
reminds me
of my dad's gift
of a dark-haired
porcelain doll...

...I gave away
to compensate
for feeling spoiled
--that I begged
for her at all

Being a generous
gift-giver was one
of my dad's
main languages 
of love

I hope even though 
I've hardly kept 
any of his gifts
he still cares--
up above...

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Dark haired beauty, so exotic, so surreal,
	(Will she tremble at my touch)
I am in her power, she has such appeal.

Gorgeous young lass, a sly look in her eye,
	(Just a look says so much)
So much to like, I never want a good bye.

Dark haired beauty, a perfect moment in time,
	(My partner in life, love and such)
Hoping against hope, she will want to be mine....

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On the balcony I stand this moonlit night
Behind me she sleeps content within sight

If I stand to my left, allowing the moons pass
This lunar beam delights my beautiful lass

Dark haired, tanned, amidst silken white sheets
Two loves of my life in glowing right meet

Open doors where I stand this moonlit night
It's I whom she sees in the morn's first light...

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Emma was my granny, German born gal, 
from Alsace-Lorraine, her will was homespun.
Her mom had six young children to corral -
emigrating in eighteen eighty-one. 

Enduring the trip 'cross the waves alone
Pop had come early to find them a place.
With folks like hers, Emma kept up the pace -
hard-working, trust-worthy, independent.
Dark-haired beauty with a smile on her face,
my Emma could handle any event....

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Dark haired italian man
dark brown shining eyes
spark with wit, intelligence and charm
soft soft kissing lips
and then intense
and then he wants it all
and I surrender
surprising myself and yet I 
discover
the erotic meaning of surrender
that has eluded me
rewarded
as never before
my femininity rises to take us both
and I am now a woman
finally
in flesh and spirit
leaning in to hear his stories
take his hand
taste his mouth
this is life....

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A girl approached me in the street
After bedtime, on my way home
After closing time; still on my way home
She asked if I had something to drink
She said I could do anything I wanted; to her
I let her walk on by; all alone
Tall, black-haired and sad

On my way home
I thought about 
What would have happened
If she had swapped
Those two sentences
If she had said I could do anything i wanted; first
Then she would have been
Tall, dark-haired and thirsty...

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Life is a mythical beast
lying,crying,rotting before my eyes
i smell its flesh
I taste the flavor of sin
born again in the womb of the beast
I travel
seeing,feeling 
through its eyes
I witness the world
it frightens me
if it senses my fear it will devour me
so I wear the mask of Joshusa
laughter falls as tears and rain
I sleep and dream
of life and birth
watching the sunrise
making love to a dark haired girl
in a time when love and laughter were real...

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GIRL 

Girl 
I loved the dark haired girl, 
I loved her with my heart, 
She made my face to shine, 
and love did fill my heart. 
But when she turned and walked away, 
my heart did fade away. 
there is no love left inside of me, 
I'M worthless anyway. 
Now I know what love was I don't want 
it anymore,A cup of coffee 
in the morning and food at night. 
No lunch for me 
No fun for me 
Why Oh Why 
Worthless 

Charles Robert Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice...

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Girl
   
 
  Girl
I loved the dark haired girl, 
I loved her with my heart, 
She made my face to shine, 
and love did fill my heart.
But when she turned and walked away, 
my heart did fade away.
there is no love left inside of me, 
I'M worthless anyway.
Now I know what love was I don't want 
it anymore, A cup of coffee
in the morning and food at night.
No lunch for me
No fun for me
Why Oh Why
Worthless

Charles Robert Hice

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice 

Charles Hice...

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The mist drifts
Over a greened meadow
Tree lined horizon
In shaded shadow

A perfect location
For this magazine shoot
With a stunning model
To nature i salute

My dark haired model
With sky blue eyes
Posed to perfection
Professional apply
 
Dressed in azure and pink
Gracing her jet black hair
Her pose delights
In momentary stare

Click, click the shutters
As they capture the scene
Natures beauty
The scenery and she



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That evening it rained.

He was glad the diva was dry up there on the warmly lit stage.

The cold rain found every opening in his casual attire,

rivulets ran in runnels seeking out soft parts.

He decided he disliked Puccini outdoors.

He imagines that the dark haired beauty,

the one now singing, chest heaving,

offers him shelter beneath those ample bosoms

she looked the kind of lady that would.

An hour later he swooned away,

wheezing in Tosca's arms....

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