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Famous Short Hair Poems. Short Hair Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Hair Poems. Short Hair Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Hair short poems

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by Matsuo Basho

Wrapping the rice cakes

 Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
 she fingers back her hair.


by Ogden Nash

My Dream

 This is my dream, 
It is my own dream, 
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.


by Dorothy Parker

Prophetic Soul

 Because your eyes are slant and slow,
Because your hair is sweet to touch,
My heart is high again; but oh,
I doubt if this will get me much.


by Richard Brautigan

We Stopped at Perfect Days

 We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something--


by Gelett Burgess

On Digital Extremities

 I'd Rather have Fingers than Toes; 
I'd Rather have Ears than a Nose; 
And As for my Hair, 
I'm Glad it's All There; 
I'll be Awfully Sad, when it Goes!


by Edward Lear

There was a young lady of Firle

There was a young lady of Firle,
Whose hair was addicted to curl;
It curled up a tree, and all over the sea,
That expansive young lady of Firle.


by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Peru.

There was an Old Man of Peru.
Who never knew what he should do;
So he tore off his hair, and behaved like a bear,
That intrinsic Old Man of Peru.


by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man who said Well!

There was an Old Man who said, "Well!
Will nobody answer this bell?
I have pulled day and night, till my hair has grown white,
But nobody answers this bell!"


by Robert Herrick

Upon Julias Hair Filled With Dew

 Dew sat on Julia's hair,
And spangled too,
Like leaves that laden are
With trembling dew.
Or glittered to my sight, As when the beams Have their reflected light Danced by the streams.


by Carl Sandburg

June

 Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia,
 Scarlet Chinese talker of summer.
Two petals of crabapple blossom blow fallen in Paula's hair, And fluff of white from a cottonwood.


by Carl Sandburg

Glimmer

 LET down your braids of hair, lady.
Cross your legs and sit before the looking-glass And gaze long on lines under your eyes.
Life writes; men dance.
And you know how men pay women.


by Stephen Crane

Black riders came from the sea.

 Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield, And clash and clash of hoof and heel, Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind: Thus the ride of sin.


by Jane Kenyon

Finding A Long Gray Hair

 I scrub the long floorboards
in the kitchen, repeating
the motions of other women
who have lived in this house.
And when I find a long gray hair floating in the pail, I feel my life added to theirs.


by Emily Dickinson

We like a Hairbreadth scape

 We like a Hairbreadth 'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or Accident
Like paragraphs of Wind

If we had ventured less
The Breeze were not so fine
That reaches to our utmost Hair
Its Tentacles divine.


by Jean Toomer

A Portrait in Georgia

 Hair-braided chestnut,
coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Eyes-fagots,
Lips-old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath-the last sweet scent of cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
of black flesh after flame.


by Jean Toomer

Portrait in Georgia

 Hair--braided chestnut,
coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Eyes--fagots,
Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath--the last sweet scent of cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
of black flesh after flame.


by William Butler Yeats

The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love

 Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.


by Spike Milligan

Mirror Mirror

 A young spring-tender girl
combed her joyous hair
'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But, on her lips hung a smile of dove-secret loveliness, for only that morning had not the blind boy said, 'You are beautiful'?


by William Butler Yeats

He Reproves The Curlew

 O curlew, cry no more in the air,
Or only to the water in the West;
Because your crying brings to my mind
passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast:
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.


by Emily Dickinson

Tis customary as we part

 'Tis customary as we part
A trinket -- to confer --
It helps to stimulate the faith
When Lovers be afar --

'Tis various -- as the various taste --
Clematis -- journeying far --
Presents me with a single Curl
Of her Electric Hair --


by Emily Dickinson

A little Snow was here and there

 A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair --
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade --

But Time had added not obtained
Impregnable the Rose
For summer too indelible
Too obdurate for Snows --


by Robert Burns

420. Lines of John M’Murdo Esq.

 BLEST be M’Murdo to his latest day!
No envious cloud o’ercast his evening ray;
No wrinkle, furrow’d by the hand of care,
Nor ever sorrow add one silver hair!
O may no son the father’s honour stain,
Nor ever daughter give the mother pain!


by William Butler Yeats

Father And Child

 She hears me strike the board and say
That she is under ban
Of all good men and women,
Being mentioned with a man
That has the worst of all bad names;
And thereupon replies
That his hair is beautiful,
Cold as the March wind his eyes.


by Emily Dickinson

When Night is almost done

 When Night is almost done --
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces --
It's time to smooth the Hair --

And get the Dimples ready --
And wonder we could care
For that old -- faded Midnight --
That frightened -- but an Hour --


by Odysseus Elytis

From Body of Summer 1943.

O body of summer, naked, burnt
Eaten away by oil and salt
Body of rock and shudder of the heart
Great ruffling wind in the osier hair
Breath of basil above the curly pubic mound
Full of stars and pine needles
Body, deep vessel of the day! 


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