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Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, beautiful, creation, heart, love, passion, romance,

Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown, Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne

Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown
 ( Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne )

Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown
You my true sky angel, had floated right on down.
Golden sandals on your feet, toenails glowing white
All eternity shan’t see a prettier sight.
Your soft and gentle voice, a million ways of sweet
Your touch is my hope and your kiss, love-food to eat.
Each moment a true blessing, you my darling gave
Each dance your gift, healing treasures, my heart to save.
Love of my life, sing softest hymns to this lost soul
For before you came, sorrows took a heavy toll.
Know darling, this heart and spirit you have thus healed,
Should fate deny us, with love, truth has been revealed.

Now every balmy breeze that blows against my skin,
Resonant of your kisses, brings a joyous grin.
In the sun’s warm splendour, a halo I doth see
Shine upon the waters, where love’s eyes swim to me.
And every now and then, blessed with rains from above,
I feel your tender touch, the glory of your love.
Your scent, like fragrant blossoms, straight from heaven’s lawn
Exhilarates the senses, waking me each dawn.
Firm witness is the world, to thy healing powers
and graceful presence, bringing halcyon hours.
All that I envision, to turn around a frown:
Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown.

Collaboration by Robert JLindley and Nicola Byrne
 5-22-2017


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: for him, hair, love, me, song, boy,

Dream Boy

My favorite verse from THE soft rock song of my youth
Hit song of 1969 by the Carpenters:

(They Long To Be) Close To You
    (middle stanza of the song)

"On the day that you were born

the angels got together and decided

to create a dream come true

so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair

of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue."

Dream Boy

To fall for him I needed just one look
and after that, he had me on his hook -
a fact which I’m not sure he even knew!
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.

I lived for those church dances in his town.
I’d see him there but always feel let down.
Girls followed him aroundWhat could I do?
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.

Not being in his orbit or his school,
I longed for him and simply played the fool.
The fantasy for me would not come true!
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.

Dedicated to Chris Frogley, wherever now he may be.

For the "I Love Rock 'N roll" Poetry contest of Kelly Deschler


Poem Details | by robert johnson |
Categories: fantasy, love, heart, dream, dream, hair, heart,

A Lovers World And Dreamers Dream

Hope lives on a four leaf clover.
Greener pastures when yesterday's over.
My heart spins when her hair gets twirled.
And I start to shake in this lovers world.

I walked around the corner and stayed awhile.
That's where I was when I seen her smile.
I felt more in that moment than in my whole life.
Straight to my heart just like a knife.

I've made that turn a time or two.
But theres no turning round now that it's you.
The sun came up on the other side.
Took away any shadow where I can hide.

Destiny delivered a dream for two.
Everything has suddenly become pink and blue.
I can't help but wait for the bubble to pop.
Borrowed trouble in this dream balloon shop.

Hope lives on a four leaf clover
Greener pastures when yesterday's over.
My heart spins when her hair gets twirled.
And I start to shake in this lovers world.


Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: imagery, love,

One Gray Hair

One last gray hair clings to my breast from times I held you in my arms. It speaks to me of one last rest but more to hold me with its charms. Remembering, and cherishing. I pray its grasp is firm and strong and holds my heart with relevance, to know with you my passions long for love not paused by circumstance. Fidelity, Serenity. 02/14/2018


Poem Details | by Dan Kearley |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, confusion, funny, grief, hair, heart, love,

My Fair Maiden

I called upon yonder window That was up to high for me to be For my maiden gracefully sleeps there In her bed,beside the sea I asked her to come hither For her beautiful face I yearned to see Twas yawning in the morning dew As she slowly came to the window for me To my amazement came forth a ragged wench Whos hair was as raged as the sea With eyes that were burnt as nightposts To bloodshot and squinty to even see For this was not my fair maiden? Whos beauty would forever be But a drunken harlot who came hither That she spent the night with instead of me My heart now broken to pieces Wondering how could this tragedy be? For my maiden now sleeps with a harlot? Without the love that she once gave to me? My mind was now enraged So I dashed for the wrestling sea With thoughts of drowning this useless body That's no longer good enough for my maiden to see With water just over waist height And a large wave about to crash over me I heard a calling from yonder window Twas my beautiful maiden as I turned to see Her beautiful eyes in such distress Her beautiful hair flowing so care free Twas the beauty of my fair maiden That I had called upon yonder window to see For the thoughts that raced through my mind Evidently,weren't truely what happend to be For it was her promiscuous sister Who had come from the other side of the sea My heart now rebuilt with a sigh of love A large wave suddenly crashes over me The last thing I saw was my fair maiden As my lifeless body is carried out by the sea
DannyBoy:1-24-13


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: adventure, animals, caregiving, people, places, upliftingme, night, autumn, hair, me, night, i love you,

Whispers of my fair maiden

Alone, there I stood by the bench in the park.
On a leash by my side, my protective young hound.
In the distance I heard the echo of whispers;
As a dark hooded figure approached in a cloak.
She stopped and looked at me this beautiful maiden.
Rose like lips smiled gently, against skin bright and fair.

She took down her hood, released hair long and fair;
I offered my hand and on bench did we park.
We looked at the stars appearing so maiden;
As we talked of our youths and her company I did hound.
Then the moon cast its shadows and darkness did cloak;
Whilst trees bustled, rustling, the night timely whispers.

As we cuddled up close, to get warm friendly whispers;
It grew colder, I gave my jacket and said it wasn't fair.
So we got up to leave and she bunched up her cloak;
We walked to the car to the place I did park.
In the back did we place my faithful friend hound,
And we drove into the night on our journey so maiden.

We drove and we drove till the dawn arrived maiden.
To the rustling chorus of natures whispers;
And a fox searching for breakfast did stalk and did hound;
Saw chickens, roosters and hens such a fair!
In burrowed field did monstrous combine park,
Whilst autumn leaves rained tumbling natures cloak.

We went to my home and and we hung up the cloak.
Then I partook a chance to kiss the hand of my maiden.
While we spoke of the night at the park.
We enfolded ourselves to bodily whispers;
And I nestled amongst all of hair fair;
But when in heat of moment the barks of my hound.

A knock on wall from angry neighbors, please shut up the hound.
So I fed him, watered and let him outside; around me her cloak.
Then returned to my angel so beautifully fair,
Her skin looked so radiant my heavenly maiden;
That I caressed it so longingly, with gentle whispers,
Then stopped and remembered the leash in the park.

Then cursing the hound; I tell the dear maiden.
Dressed quickly, coats, cloak; and I love you whispers.
She tells me not fair, and we go to the park!!!


Poem Details | by Debbie Knapp |
Categories: imagination, inspirational, introspection, dance, beautiful, me, heart, beautiful, dance, hair, heart, joy, life, love, me, giggle,

Sometimes I Feel Beautiful

Sometimes I Feel Beautiful
Driving along thinking about what I’m about to do brings a smile to my faceWithout a doubt my hair and nails make a big difference in the way I feel about myself! When I look pretty; I feel pretty.
Today my nails will be done in pink and white, oh yes, perfect they shall beNothing short of looking delicate and refined I tell myselfI am so excited; the anticipation brings joy into my heart and laughter to my lips! 
My hair appointment is closing inHigh lights and shaping adds a playful and fun demeanorBeautiful is how it’s going to look and beautiful is how I’ll feelI almost need to pinch myself for I wonder is this really happening to me! Tears sting my eyes and giggles flow forthYes; this is my life and this is happening to me!
Thinking of my new makeup and how youthful I’m going to look brings joy into this heart of mineI can hardly wait to put it on as the excitement builds; I dance around and giggleI feel so beautiful thinking how perfect I’ll look with everything finished.
At times I tell myself, “I know he loves me, I can tell”The glowing in his eyes seems to sparkle with love and passionMy Heart beats a little faster as excitement and wonder fills my entire being! Yes, this is how it should always be, a life filled with joy and laughter.
Finding ways to look beautiful helps me feel beautifulIt’s this that causes me to giggle and dance aboutThe unbridled excitement loosened, flowing through my veins fills me with love and wantingTomorrow just maybe this joy will add new meaning and direction causing me to continue feeling beautiful..
                                                                                           Debbie Knapp


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: love, hair, body, river, rose,

Farm Girl

On a Sussex farm works a golden haired girl
Surrounded by guys as she makes their hearts twirl
But her love and soul are miles away
In a Highlanders heart, she hopes to meet one day.
 
Its nearly a year since they were first in touch
As she's grown to adore him oh so much
Her delight will be, is too invite him down
And show him round her lovely town.
 
Her joy and smiles, as she holds his hand
Her heart pounding as she feels a million grand
Stopping for cuddles as they share a kiss
With her Highlander she's in sheer bliss.
 
The countryside where this English Rose stays
Flowering crops grow and animals graze
Noisy tractors Harvesters reap
Under a blistering sun, the baaing of sheep.
 
In her yellow dress, flowing golden hair
She takes his hand, as they climb the stair
Above up here is where we keep the hay
Again she takes his hand and down they lay.
 
Facing each other they start to kiss
This English rose in her mind she wish
To share her body with her Highlander
To adjoin their bodies as their loving stirs.
 
As they undress each other on this summers day
Bare skin warms the golden hay
Passions flow as their hands explore
Loving scent from their loving pores
Joys and sighs, they feel their bodies mix
Emotions and feelings in adrenalin fix.
 
Warmed and content,consumed in each others arms
Two heavenly bodies sharing each others charms
Kissing and cuddling on the flattened hay
As they stand up and look where they just once lay.
 
Dishevelled clothes, hair astray 
This loving couples summers play
Standing embrace their bodies quiver
Holding hands they head to the river.
 
At the river bank they undress each other
Under a shaded green leafy cover
Her naked body and long golden hair
Makes him proud to be standing there.
 
As they enter the river 
They caress and wash each other
Under this shaded leafed cover
They kiss and embrace to share their love
Under the leafy tree, chirping birds all above.
 
Heading home hand in hand
This loving couple feeling two million grand
They head to bed, spooned and cosy
This Highlander and his English Rosie.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love.php


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: dad, love, autumn,

Take the ribbon from my hair

With the dawning of the day
like a fertile vine
which creeps amidst
the purple hue
of Tuscan fields
I yield my fruit
Before first autumn rain
I wait for you
Starved like a harvest moon
you come to me
Silk honey of dusk
A shadow,descending
in the cradle of my arms
feeding nectar from my lips
repeaning my soul
with  blazing fire
amuzing my solitude
On scarlet foliage-your kiss
In sleep your breath within me
~Dolce Vino~
Your fingers on my neck's nape
~Viola in concerto~

In sleep,once again in sleep
where eyelids close
to the bliss  of twilight dew
I see you

Dedicated to a great dad to our newborn...my husband


Poem Details | by Chittaranjan Dey |
Categories: love, romance, me, lost, beauty, longing, beauty, hair, longing, lost, me,

Oh Your Beauty

Your beauty extends Into the heaven Whispering secrets of Happiness and affection. You look up at me and smile With crinkles in the Corners of your eyes. The smooth beauty of bare skin, Soft stroke of hair like feathers. I'm lost in the smell of Your hair & skin, Your eyes pierce my soul. Gaze upon me With those eyes again, I'm longing to be lost In your embraces. You are exquisite fire, A smooth burn of wild beauty. Your curly, long, light-burgundy hair frames An exquisite blend of exotic beauty. Your touch sends me over the edge, A longing which no verses can describe.


Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: dark, girlfriend, love, hair, time,

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde's Love Poem

I love how your long chestnut hair flows over your gentle shoulders,
And when the sun searches you out for a moment, your hair sparkles…

Because I lit a match and threw it into that rat infested hair ball that you
Waste all your time on Next up is your head which I’m going to rip…

Don’t listen to him I’m mesmerized by your deep blue eyes, when they lovingly
Gaze In my direction I will never make you shed a tear, my dear…

But I’m going to kick you about this filthy house It looks like all you’ve
Done all day is piss in the wind And stop your crying; your baggy eyes are…

Ignore him, my love Your soft, gentle touch upon my face arouses my senses to new Heights All my cares wash away as your aquiline hand slowly glides along my arm…

What the hell does he know?  If you don’t get your boney hand off me, I’m going to break it In half And the next time I catch you trying to be nice I’m going to throw you out with…

Stop that, Hyde Sorry, my love, but as I was saying, your body is a masterpiece sculpted out of the finest treasures I’m in awe of its supple curves, how it flinches to the touch…

Oh, shut up Doc, you’re killing me And speaking of killing, I feel like pummeling
The living daylights out of your emaciated, piece of good for nothing…

Please be mine baby, before I’m lost forever to…

I’m in charge, so get over here and take it like…

I’m fading, my love Hurry, say you’ll be mine Save us.

I’m going to tear you apart You’re no baby, you’re a…

Save me, before the monster wins…

Too late, Dr., she will be all mine soon…

Just a kiss, my dear Just a…

‘Slap’, take that b****...

One kiss Now!  -The Drand his lover kiss-  Thank you, my love Let that vile 
Monster rest in peace, so that we will be left in peace from it for evermore.


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: color, hair, love, romantic,

Infra Redhead



Invisible flames
emanate from your flowing mane
Flecks of fiery freckled specks
radiate from your glowing face
Your ruby heart wears a crimson crown
that completely, queenly captivates me
I’m forever your faithful knight,
whose armor reflects the auburn light
burning bright from your halo hair
	Infra Redhead.
unseen waves of attraction
caused me to be led
to your scarlet soul fortress
And the invisible flames
emanating from your flowing mane
totally transfixed my terreted mind
	Infra Redhead.
I feel oscillating passion heat increasing
whenever I utter your name
Unseen waves of desire
attracts me to you like a moth to the flame
You’re an untamed filly Mustang
with a fiery red flowing mane
Unfettered ruddy heart 
roaming the wild, rocky terrain — 
you chose to let me calm your restless spirit
on a peaceful, elevated Peruvian plain 
	Infra Redhead..
raised my hopeless heart from the dead
with a dawning love daily resurrected 



Poem Details | by Shujaa Sinless |
Categories: beauty, birth, courage, freedom, hair, identity, pride,

Why Not Love My Locks

What's so strange about it?
The way it curls like a baby  or
The way it stands out on it's own

The way it swings when I walk  or
The way it catches your stare when I talk

Natural roots, they spring into trees of knowledge
The offense you take, the regards you make  and
Hassles I get when going state to state
It's like my whole life's at stake
Damn gimmie a break

(So) What's the big fuss about the Natural Lust
Rejection to European Beauty Standards is what I truly adore
We need more Natural sisters  MORE MORE MORE

MY LOCKS IS NOT A STYLE, NEITHER A FAD, NOR IMPRESSION
MY LOCKS IS A WEAPON, IT HELPS ME FIGHT AGAINST OPPRESSION

I'm not afraid to show it and I'm not afraid to grow it

Information, dedication, and confirmation is wrapped up in my hair
which wraps around my crown-
So thick, So tough, So strong, So long
So Black and untrapped just my appearance is an attack

Come into job interviews with my image misconstrued, unculture myself 
Just to fit what works for you
Cut my hair for what??   NO! Just Leave Me Alone
One half of one percent is still the wealth we own
So if I cut my hair off, what will the Black man own? 











Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: love, romance,

Flowers In Her Hair

Never met anyone so true
Love all the gentle things you do
Hand in hand we walk for hours
You bend down gently, pick me pretty flowers

I wear them proudly in my hair
When I’m with you I float on air
I adore the way you caress my skin
Kiss my willing lips on a crazy whim

Make me laugh with a silly joke
Say words as softly as a butterfly's stroke
These things you do because you care
I hope forever you will always be there

Life’s twists and turns can cause us pain
With you I’ll dance in the pouring rain
You kiss away my salty tears
Hold me close, allay my fears

Rainbows and dreams are now in my life
Losing you now would cut like a knife
My life I share with you my love
You’re an angel sent from heaven above

~Awarded 2nd place in contest sponsored by Kelly Deschler~


6th June 2014


Poem Details | by John Rhinem |
Categories: life, lost love, lovebeauty, beauty, hair,

No Way of Telling?

In a blue morning sky

I watched her going

As she turned to say goodbye

Her strawberry auburn hair still blowing

In this heart deep inside

Inside her smile....

Where her love shall reside

These tears not knowing

That our time in this place

A place that left us

With a rose petal trace....

While seasons passed by

Now alone, to fade away

Her strawberry auburn hair still blowing

Across her dark chocolate eyes

Her spirit going....

And I can't find a verse

To say I'm sorry

For this chance unrehearsed

Where beauty found us

In the still of the night....

When words were whispered

From two souls that collide

But now their parting 

These dreams....

In a black darkened hearse

That calendars carried

To this day in reverse

No way of knowing

While she turns back again

Her driver waiting....

As I then drop my hand

And watch her going

On the breeze that brought her here

Her beauty leaving

Water marks upon this heart

Which let her walk on....

Before these tear brim filled skies

These eyes which held her

In the still loving nights

Where flowers blossomed

This song deep inside

Two souls colliding....

On a path drawn for life

A life now fading

With these dreams that we shared

That see her going

Before she turns to say goodbye

Afore this knowing....

Dark shadowed sky

Her beauty lingers

As I then sweep these eyes

Inside her smiles

Now frozen tears....

I watch her leaving

While we both, wave goodbye

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

No way of telling?


Poem Details | by Mark Matthews |
Categories: devotion, love, passionme,

Tangling your Fingers in my Hair

Beautiful one
    its you I adore,
your angelic way,
   the knowledge you store.
Grace resides
    upon your skin,
sparking my heart
    to beat again.

You have brought
   emotions to the surface
changing my cauldron-like body
   into a desire filled furnace,
making me crave
   your healing touch
that which resides
   in no other as much.

Its you
   my beauteous beast
who drives my hunt
   to look for a satisfying feast,
dodging trees
   under the full moon
as I find ways
   to deal with this Boone

Silk black sky 
   speckled with glitter
leaving me
   to write about my critter,
swooping down 
   on gossamer wings
before landing
   encircling me in rings.

And even though
    its true
my body shakes
   waiting to bite you,
forever
   I’ll wander my land
Until next to you
   I can stand.


Poem Details | by Edward Orozco |
Categories: artheart, hair, heart, love,

A brush

She rested upon the edge of her desk, lifeless for there was no paint in her hair
The world arose and it too did set in light to her view
Lonely she wept, as the paint teased her emotions, and tears did flow 
Greens and yes many blues
Lost, no direction the canvas yelled in agony, for fear of emptiness
Her only desire to be caressed by the hair of the brush
Beauty would be the medium, the track to unite the brush that just sat and the weeping canvas
Blank, no message emotionless for color was no where to meet the eye
Tears made the oil-based paint thin to water-color and yet not a single stroke to joy
The brush saw the crying canvas, it rose to her foot and gently dried the canvas tears of fear
Her color did stay
A heart it formed, love was to display
Alas a love that would for ever stay
Like a tatto, for a lifetime there
Her hair brushed and brushed
The canvas smiled with joy it revealed
A huge heart and they called it love
Ink grew and time stood still
For the power is countless to a strong will
The brush paused, it dried
Dead in color her message lives on til this day
In many hearts a canvas weeps, awaiting the beauty of art
Comeforth and reveal its love


Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: feelings, grandmother, grief, love,

One Gray Hair

Her wrinkles were joy-flecked twinkled with facial lines brightly smile crunched. Her eye shade vague, but love sprinkled from decades of holding faith bunched. She prayed steady, her praise ready. Her giggle rendered me tickled. Her heart-ways raised me cherish-touched. Loving my Gram much, tears trickled the morning I found her death clutched. Not one gray hair lacked my despair.
March 10, 2018


Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: age, anxiety, emotions, engagement, feelings, imagery, love,

One Grey Hair





I saw some concern on your face as you climbed into bed last night. And I felt your heart start to race when you snuggled up, extra tight. You seem madder, what's the matter? You found one grey hair out of place which you angrily plucked from sight. And you fear time's increased its pace, yet though you're worried, it's alright. I love your grey let them all stay. (Posie) Written Feb.14, 2018 For Rhyme Me A Posie - Poetry Contest By: Broken Wings


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beauty, city, dance, dark, farewell, first love, flower, for her, garden, girl, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, hair, happiness, happy, how i feel, i love you, joy, kiss, love, nice, night, poems, poetry, red, sky, summer, truth, wisdom, woman,

Goodnight my Fair Maiden

Goodnight my Fair Maiden,
I shall see you once again.
In the year of our Lord,
At the gloomy dawn of Mankind.
As the Red Sun reaches over the treeline,
Far in the East.
I shall see you again.

Don't fear our love,
For my love for you is eternal.
Too see this eternal love
I have for you,
It is hard to feel and very diffcult to see.

When you wake the next morning
and escape your long night of slumber
and your surrealist life,
being played in a cloud of imagination.
You'll soon come to reality 
and find me there.
Knocking upon your chamber door.

Come now!
Get dressed in your evening, silk dress.
and let us go dance under the stars,
till the moon falls to the West and the Sun rises in the East.
Oh, how you are a lovely dancer and how the twilight shines bright
along you shinny and silk laced hair.

And your hair my sweet and fair maiden,
oh, how I love to see it bounce with life
when you twirl and dance into my arms.

You are beautiful and I wish I couldn't leave you,
but as the day turns to night, I have to leave.
I wish I could take you on a long walk through the parks
and courtyards, and walk along the sprinkled streets of the cities filled with life.
Pick you a beautiful bouquet of roses from the gardens of beauty and give them to you
with surprise.

I love you so much
My love for you is indeed hard to tell to you,
but I can show you.
Tomorrow though, for tonight I must say...
Goodnight my Fair Maiden.
For tomorrow you'll be in my arms once again.

Goodnight my Fair Maiden
I shall leave you with a kiss that shall last a lifetime.


Poem Details | by Careon Ferryman |
Categories: love

My Girl with Raven Hair

Residing in our dreams before
years we had not met
opening life's hidden door
hearts that had not yet

connected to one another
hearts being intertwined
emotions of a lover
secrets of our minds

sharing now of present life
thoughts of what could be
having shared sorrows strife
your my destiny

calling through the ages
no other can compare
loving past all stages
my girl with raven hair


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beach, body, care, city, drink, earth, fire, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, hair, happiness, happy, hero, how i feel, i love you, image, joy, kiss, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, night, paradise, places, poems, poetry, romance, romantic, soldier, summer, woman, write,

My Persian Queen

From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.

Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.

O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.

And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?

You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.

My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.

Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.

Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.

My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.

Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.

It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.


Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: dream, funny, hair, life, lost, love, peace,

where has it gone

we had hair 
in the 1960s
where has it gone
we had
love and peace


Poem Details | by TaMara Goode |
Categories: black african american, child, daughter, mother daughter, hair, hair, love,

CHUBBY LITTLE GIRL: Ode to Bria Samone

I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate 
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

What better gift for me in all the 
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and 
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

Brown stains caress her mouth in 
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her 
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

"I made a cake for you" she says, 
the whirls
around the room before she strikes 
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

"A cake for me?" I ask the precious 
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted 
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby 
girl.

Hand in hand around the room we 
twirl, 
when we stop, I laugh and pull her 
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl








Poem Details | by Caryl Muzzey |
Categories: body, lost, love, smile,

Sunlight In My Hair

I love the warm breeze with sunlight in my hair;
each follicle gently lifted, kissed by Sol.
Radiant arms touch my lively essence so rare;
making my aged, tired, and lame body feel whole.

Each follicle gently lifted, kissed by Sol;
warmth of his smile brightens chilly wearied days.
Making my aged, tired, and lame body feel whole;
soaking up all of sunlight’s magical rays.

Warmth of his smile brightens chilly wearied days;
when all seems lost and full of deep depression.
Soaking up all of sunlight’s magical rays;
always seem to help with the soul’s transgression.

When all seems lost and full of deep depression;
radiant arms touch my lively essence so rare.
Always seem to help with the soul’s transgression;
I love the warm breeze with sunlight in my hair.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl SMuzzey

First Place Winner ~ "Sunlight” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nikko Palmario
May 12, 2011


Poem Details | by Grobb Johnson |
Categories: lost love, love, hair, me, woman, red, me, red,

Redhead

I saw a woman with red hair,
who left me caught in quite the stare.
While she ran her fingers through that red hair,
while she was just standing there.

That red haired woman standing there,
who ran her fingers through that red hair.
That red haired woman she drove me wild,
when she flashed that devilish smile.

That woman with red hair,
her gaze stripped me, left me bare.
That woman with red hair I made her mine.
And so together, we spent our time.

That red haired woman, how she made me feel inside.
Everytime I saw her, I felt I had just died.
That red haired woman, she was a heaven to me.
She could fill any that was empty

That woman with red hair, she could not be tamed.
Her flowing essence, would never drain.
That woman with red hair, a free spirit of her own.
The greatest thing, I have ever known.

That red haired woman, who always got her way.
So to her, belonged each day.
That red haired woman, who had me trained.
and so soon, I was the one who was chained

That woman with red hair, who was head to toe insane.
And had to cause so, way to much pain.
That woman with red hair, with whom I came to a bad end.
In a heartbeat, I'd do it all again


Poem Details | by sanjit saha |
Categories: love, old, writing, education, hair, old, poetry, writing,

myanmar poem, poetry, poet from myanmar

For many people outside the Myanmar poetry, it may come as a surprise that there is such a thing as language-oriented poetry contemporary poetry scene in MyanmarThe Poetry of the bourgeoisie and the "art for the people" left-wing poetry.
I feel like I have to say to me about how this had happened in Myanmar, the country was under military rule over the past 60 years their poetry broke away from the traditional style classic writing about the monarchy the old and the Burmese Old Burmese way of life before the annexation of British Burma in 1886The hair experimental poetry movement 1 of the 20th century, was 2 in the movement of new writing, which led pilot Dag on (which is now in his 90s and blind), after the end of World War 2Influenced by left-wing ideology known of the historical period popular poetry, realism and the Marxist-oriented, through the 40S lateThere was at that time, an ideological struggle between the so-called "art for art's sake" The Poetry of the bourgeoisie and the "art for the people" left-wing poetryHas described those who did not support writing the new "bourgeois" and blasted the "progressives." Although the new writing system that is based on experimental poetry rhyme 4.3.2 with some changes in the number of syllables in each line rhyme scheme, which makes it more flexible, and was aimed at, faith, and the content of a revolutionaryThe art for the masses, and poetry is the weapon of the masses against the landowners and capitalists and nationalIt is unfortunate that the writing of new, while winning the hearts and minds of an entire generation of young poets, and in some cases made just propaganda, and the adage is that the hair must be less aesthetic and utilitarian more so that even the common person would low education "appreciate" poem with easeUNSUPPORTED CODE myanmar poem UNSUPPORTED CODE 


Poem Details | by Reynaldo Mast |
Categories: basketball, beautiful, beauty, confusion, courage, dedication, devotion, fear, fun, funny, happiness, happy, humor, judgement, love, me, memory, nature, nice, poems, poetry, silly, smile, time, trust, truth, words, write, writing, hair, me, hair, me, mirror, smile,

Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: anniversary, beauty, dedication, devotion, farewell, girlfriend, goodbye, grief, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, pain, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, satire, sorrow, valentines day, women, hair,

My Perfect 10

If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.

She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.

Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.

She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.

A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.

My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.


Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: fear, care, me, home, care, children, hair, home, love, me, red,

Alive

I spent the last five years living in her shadow so young, beautiful, and intelligent and everyday he let me know what I was not I did not do the things he liked, and we had nothing in common she was the best he ever had, and I was just like death to him I had his children I raised them by myself, still not good enough His house was spotless, his children neatly dressed I became a chef and interior decorator even went to school, just to be his best it wasn't enough I would never be good enough Then she died her hair red to hurt me 20 something and now calling herself Red and every single site I went she was there To let me know how things were going to fair my back broken and my neck along with his constant threats I did this and I did that yet I never left the house Soon he built a fence and pad locked it I was not leaving now there she was killing my pets escaping arrest and yet he loved her a college degree she was brilliant in math, not me I went through his hell and my own personal jail I had it from all sides and I felt like I was going mad, broken I cried I did and everyday I tried to move on from it all All the stuff sent to me signed, love his Red I got to where it felt like this horrible dream so I left and moved back home in the night with my kids I left him I left her I left them and the red left herself I came home at 1 am with my daughter the lights came on and with the furniture gone I was shocked Had I been treated like this had I endured it all for her someone teasing me with my own traits of personality not very original but he promised to get help and he did Soon he saw what the truth was and he let her go but today I thought of her as I held his frail hand how bad I was in bed and ignorant he said he felt Soon I did see myself as the angel who fell from heaven to hell no one cared no one would care enough just to say how are you not him not her not a single human being but my children I heard his hate screaming at me and others yelling loudly trying to hold onto my sanity going to the chapel every single Sunday yet all I got was the most horrible things done and said I finally felt as if..You love her go to her and be happy I will buy the hair color and give her style pointers a better push up bra for her youthful looks but God please help me Just once not care enough to say GO TO HELL I was the one in hell alive
Just venting or ranting with no edit sorrylol