Short Ringlets Poems
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I remember my first love
she had white blonde ringlets
and she laughed when we kissed
and I knew I’d love someone else
someday
My wheat ringlets
join my grandmother's thick dark hair
— incompatible
to those who throw stones
and call me "white Indian"
A storm of
Black and white butterflies
Dancing the waltz
Forming ringlets around the moon
Fluttering through the patches of light
ringlets of black smoke
released from the throat of
the Santa Fe Railroad
as she comes
around the bend
full throttled horn
there goes our
time machine
friend
Muted droplet
External ringlets
Outbreak
Silent explosion
Immensely vibrant
A splatter
A simple wavering
That spreads outward
From within
Torn ripple
Wake up the eyes
To wink
Dewdrops and the smell of rain
Takes away all the pain
Whipper cream, chocolate and cherries on top
All are sweet and I Love them a lot
Ringlets flower crown and rays of sun
All seemingly fun.
Before a looking glass
where butterflies whirl
and fan iridescence,
a party girl sways
pearlesque beads
entwined in raven ringlets.
Crooked candlelight
gasps and gutters
amid spectral murmurs.
wheatgrasses of morn
ringlets tattered by maelstorm-
I lay on dirt path, wailing
into night's refrain
quill darts on flamed papyrus
ghastly the boogeyman's haunt
5/30/2015
Contest: Boogeyman for Nayda Ivette Negron
The aura of the oak
is ice and silver sheen.
This is the season of snow,
but there is only cold rain
in heavy ringlets of wet.
We feel the chill
of this antique place,
yet for now, snow abstains
as skies burn ripe with gray ash
that scatters to the wand of wind.
Rooted in Jamaica
Rhythmic off-beat playing
Rastafari message
Rope-like ringlets swaying
Rivers of the exile
Reminiscing sadness
Rock along to Marley's
Reggae rousing gladness
13.10.20
Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
* altered slightly after the contest
Scarlet ribbons are woven into her hair,
titan ringlets frame her beautiful face.
Never refusing to wiggle her pert derriere,
rich men pay big to ogle nubile Ella Grace.
Huge feather fans ensure she’s never bare ~
Ella’s folks aren’t aware of her work place!
The old county faIr
Six times on the Ferris wheel
A three dog night
A sudden shower
Run for cover or shiver
Uncurled ringlets laugh
A tiny trophy
A water pistol winner
Clutched in sleeping hands
Our overture
A rumble of fireworks
Beneath a rainbow
John G. Lawless
©6/27/2022
Lavender wisteria spills
of hundred blooms, God's tokens sprawl
like ringlets crowned where fields stand tall
Lavender wisteria spills
adorned in silk...how I recall
a lush brocade new morn refills--
Lavender wisteria spills
of hundred blooms, God's tokens sprawl !
The basilisk, that feathery serpent, shalt zeal and mealy diners shall burn the fat livestock until englutted but this arrowhead does not deter unless one such valiant god strums that homage to be paid in ringlets, like golden peaks that drip flaming golden wax, the climb is taxing but preeclampsia is not unmatched.
her hair was golden, curly ringlets
it shone in the sun
she laughed at everything
life was her delight and she was delightful
she brought the party to her family daily
she became an angel
at age four
her hair was golden
but her face was still
she looked like a sleeping doll
she is now forever four, but never forgotten
She had ten little fingers
and ten small rosy toes
she wore a gorgeous smile
and a little button nose
she laughed the sweetest laugh
and her skin was soft and fair
around her face, dark ringlets
she got my curly hair
she had her daddy's eyes
a vibrant greenish-blue
she was my little girl
that never made it through
By Morgan Mise
Written November 3, 2012
There's fear in the air
A ladies honour is downplayed
You may find
a snowball of a chance
in a ladies eyes
To crouch in the forest
golden ringlets, broken dreams
A way to love
A way to lie
Yonder the slow slang rain
yet the wind rises high
A mirror made of frozen time
A lovers reach of petrified wine
Broken blooms blossom
A fire burns blue
That’s what she is a little flower to me,
A tulip, a rose, daisy or even sweet pea.
Fragrant soft ringlets make up her hair,
Must be why butterflies flutter round there.
She runs through wet grass in her bare feet,
Red birds and blue birds to her they greet.
This beautiful sight I bury in heart and head,
The day will come when far away she is led.
Author Eileen Clark
Exquisite Toronto water reflections
Lake’s hair is in pretty natural stagnant ringlets
An owl takes a perch in the design I see
her lovely paths lead somewhere
oak trees are readily reflected in her depths
has this waterway devoured people?
she has mesmerized many, of course,
and now I am one of her worshippers
It was a gray day a few minutes ago
Now it is much more pink and exciting
Prophets say it will take light years
to touch your ringlets and swim into your oasis,
lending auburn nights with passion or regret.
How many gods live among those bright comets?
I want to rumble in your stones, pellets and neon gas-
below, my mortal skin swells under a realm open
the sun, the moon, your galaxy swarm inside me
as I watch your torches pulsate , enticed!
Nov 23, 2017
Dated photos lay crumpled
On the floor
I kneel next to them,
Shoulders hunched
I can't remember
If they belong to me.
The little girl looking out
From the photos
Has light brown ringlets
That dangle at her cheeks,
A dandelion crown lay
Lopsided atop her head.
Sunshine illuminates
Her hazel eyes
As tears fill mine,
Spilling over and splashing
Onto the photo like rain.
Let the ringlets be,
Our amulets are flambé,
Splash the rum in the ocean,
Brash your heart to glean,
Burghal of the stunted inamorato,
Sensational swain knocking the blistering moderato,
Reveal into my arms,
Sheal the harms,
Heal the rainstorm charms,
Predawn our attachment,
Wiredrawn the moment,
Undrawn the maladjustment,
I love you ardently,
You, truelove diffidently.
Which is more vivid, the seventeen-year-old or her flaming dress?
Fat Rita Hayworth ginger ringlets swirl around her porcelain face.
Her lips are radiant red tonight, does she have any idea of her beauty?
An artist, walking through a gallery, looking for her own showing.
If there was ever anyone more gorgeous, I do not know of it.
She glides with the delicate confidence of a shy faerie goddess.
I had heard of cute clowns, but this was ridiculous.
Mom said, “prepare me to dazzle your eyes out.”
I had laughed, thinking she was exaggerating.
Then he walked in, and he was the epitome of cute.
Ringlets of soft caramel hair framed a darling face.
He was not garish or cheap like other clowns.
He was refined, handsome, respectably adorable.
I said. “You dazzled my eyes out” and she smiled.
If I knew it was the last time.
I would have kissed your cigarette lips
and curled your ringlets on my fingers
If I knew it was the last time.
I would have brushed your skin against mine
and kept the key for your scent
If I knew it was the last time.
I would have wrapped around so tightly
and looked into your soul
I would have told you that your the love of my life
and you make me feel whole.