Hair Poems | Examples of Poems about Hair of All Types

Sirius is approaching the gate dragging the hot and humid like bait. Scorching dog days are back. A violent attack! I fear I will burn my shaven pate! ...

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I once knew a lad, name of Fred It seems that a cow licked his head His back hairs went one way While his front hairs did stay ...

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I remember brushing my hair in the dark hearing the electricity zap my twin and I used to touch the air, getting shocked laughing about it this was enormously fun when we were ten...

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when I young I was well and tell my friends split ends my hair not fair but clean not mean I wash and brush my locks like ducks to say like fay I sing and swing and fly not cry to dry not fry under hot air my own full grown long hair black hair love you just you sweet you black you! ...

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Renee Vivien English Translation Words to My Love by Renée Vivien translation by Michael R. Burch This is Vivien’s “coming out” poem, although the term wasn’t coined until many years after Vivien’s death. The poem was written about forbidden love to a girlfriend and lover. Please understand me: an unusual creature, not so very good, or bad; perhaps a bit...

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I can still feel your lips on mine, And your fingers tangled in my hair. I still smell your sweet perfume— It lingers softly in the air. It’s as if you're with me every hour, As if your love gives my heart its power. As if I’ve known you a thousand years— And would fall for you again through joy and tears. Won’t...

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Never again to know fresh air, Combing worms from my matted hair. No one remains who’d ever care — Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire. I must escape the sun’s harsh glare, Tread carefully down crumbling stair, Descend into my crypt just there, Where I sit alone in dark despair. Upon my ancient worm-eaten chair, Inside my vaulted charnel house lair, Such a sad...

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Remembering the frantic little boy with strawberry blond hair who didn't say boo Nonverbal (though he could talk) most of his responses happened to be witnessed as his characteristic and courtesy enigmatic trademark shoulder shrug. If born free and clear today skilled professional diagnosticians employed within the mental health field, would probably unanimously agree he met criteria as high functioning autistic spectrum predicated upon withdrawn and introverted behavior classic...

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My hair is wild, as wild as can be. It sticks out in all sorts of places, It goes through many fits and stages, You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes! I have curls to a large degree. They won’t listen to my plea. My hair demands to be free....

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It's not that i desire to have long hair It's just my natural hair is a nightmare Braids are easy you just unwrap and go Wearing different styles or let them hang low Some explore with different colors but i love black Corn rows, twists, individuals we can all do that It brings out our creativity and sets us apart It's not...

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“The employee shortage is so bad that long haired freaky people can now apply!” ~ seen on a mobile sign Being of sorta sound mind and long hair, I dare to compare myself with the supporters, defenders of the length though “at my age, I S H O U L D” cut it in a current style to look younger, I’m told. Stand up. Stand proud....

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J=Juniper berry oil for hair, U=Urinary health wellness care. N=Natural detoxifier if I dare, I=Improving circulation with a prayer. P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need, E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed. R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed....

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The long flowing white mane Reminiscent of a satin bridal train Fierce blue eyes Watching the plain, a pantherine spy The king of beasts The felidae feasts Daniel's cell mate Still the beauty of that mane Flowing white into space In the background the band plays* Seducing each estrus lioness a king's queen's compliance It's all about the mane So fly that freak flag ...

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If our hair was on trial And it was called to testify And tell the truth Of what the world put it through It tells the stories Of all the hairstyles That it was It starts with when it was cornrows It takes the jury back to the fields Where the blistering heat Sucked the life out of it But it tells us a secret Kept hidden...

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i’ve been compared my whole life to girls who look prettier girls who dress nicer girls who have tanner skin blonde girls. blondes are the prettiest blondes dress the nicest blondes have the tannest skin it’s always been a blonde. every time i’ve been replaced been told i’m not enough enough is a blonde. i’m not stupid i know enough to see the pattern to hear the silence to feel the...

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