Blondy poems on Hello Poetry

Avery Glows Aug 2014

My mom sleeps early.
She isn't a night owl.
She lives in the day.
And everything around when
the sky is bright.
the streets are loud.
She leaves the house at 9pm. sharp
And went off in her snores.

My dad stays up late.
Until twelve.
And when the last 60 seconds
ended the day.
He'd turn off the TV
"Has been a long day"
he'd say.
Yawn.
And he'd go to bed.

And me.
I'm no bubbly girl.
or pretty.
cheesy blondy.
Maybe just a good nerd.
But I know the night.
And I love it.
1a.m. is free.
My private afternoon.
with cookies and tea.
And I'd turn on the lights.
Walk with my ankles light
off the ground.

Turtle hasn't sleep.
no he's like me!
He'd wiggle his tail and
swim
towards my face.
As if to say,
"heya buddie"
he should have eaten but
he knows.
he knows.
I feed my Turtle at
one
in the morning.
And he never says no.

#cute #young #animal #kids #childhood #child #childish #turtle #adorable #tortoise

zebra Aug 2016

Demon Lover at the Movies

she was young
and had struggled all her life
like a cursed devil doll
with the darkest impulses
pain was ***.
*** was pleasure
and death she thought
oh wow thats an ******

while her little girl friends
all
may berry kittens and sunshine
screamed in terror
at the horror films
like minced mice in cleavers

she thrilled to the part
where little innocent
katty bratty blondy
got it hard and ******
with an ice pick in the belly
and then stumbled
around
waring her surprise face
blink-less
trailing blood
finally getting to the ice box
pulling out her last
ice cream on a stick
and while eating it
fell head first into the cooler
dead

she thrilled witnessing
the girl poked through
like butter
by a guy with eyes
like spider bites
in a jet black
motor cycle jacket
and electric bolt tattoos on his face
all blond
duck assed
jelled like filigree in
wild root cream hair tonic

she imagined his ****
pink longish arterial
a real throat gager
she, helpless, sacrificial
and oh so willing
being murdered by a boy
who loved her that way

his **** a
a piercing blade
the very death of her
her little hot pink ***** *******
a gooey cauldron
of drooling tears splatter

she thought
how can any body want this
Oh but i do
*** yes please

#eros #and #thanatos #death #dark #*** #horror #explicit #movies

Mark Feb 2019

Rarest Flower (sonnet)

Go find for me in all of botany;
The rarest green amidst the sweetest mire.
That blooms of petals white like cottony,
Of growth 'twas serenaded by a lyre.
Replant with gentle skill by window's sill
Repose the eye that sunlight does not steal.
The blondy gaze, so fixed herein and still,
Unless the breezes kiss corona's seal.
Then flowered dance shall sway to hymns of bay
And whom shall follow trance'd with steady eyes;
Be titled botanist, of beauty's play.
Degree that yields each morn' when sun does rise.

Find that and glimpsed what fair does lay this bed,
But 'pare her side the flower, flower's dead!

ukown Oct 2015

As every love

Your love seems to every morning
Clouding by darkest wind
I'm driest as slime
Oh you , Oh soul
Take my tear
And pick up my candle
Poor in my happiness
Days and me !
Without you in lethargy
Plonk there , and here !
Will you come?
Take him from here
A Heart didn't roaring
No longer revenging
Take him ,oh Ishtar
If he belong to antar
Afflicted to your love
You ,Oh blondy
I'll sailing without get boring
Poseidon wishing me leaving
I'll foraying hearts doesn't get bored
& Villages and grain
Singing a love without illness

Mark Nov 2019

Twenty Of You (sonnet)

Should twenty more of yours and all the same
Proclaim that they are you and you for me:
What tells could tell wherein my love became-
And where my love by one shall ever be?
Yes, eyes be all of blue and whitish snow
When met with mine hue even more azure,
And blondy lush of hair; do summers' show
By sway that gold commands and winds allure,
With equal tones may all review my write,
Ah! whom most moved, aware that she's my muse;
With hand to voice bare not the read's recite;
Then turn and run to me with love's enthuse!

Yes beauty plays it's part in lovers' choice
But heart reveals your love's the greater voice.

Darina Vilenskaia Feb 12

Your mom called back and said...

Your mom called back and said: "My baby, there's nothing good,
She's very young for you, i know you think she's kinda cute.
She's too reckless, boy. Please, hear your ma, it's an absurd.
And for my son i want a wifey girl, not someone rude.
I have few girls for you, a pretty ones, it is for sure.
They have blue eyes, slim bodies, blondy hair and no issues.
They want to meet u, badly. Now, please hide that lovefool look.
Just don't tell me she can do something they can't do."

вс, 12 янв. 2025 г., 19:35

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