Beard Poems - Poems about Beard

The man who a Pharaoh would be Must dress for success to the T. The hair 'neath his chin Must wrap round his shin: It cannot be just to the knee!...

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My Aunty Has A Beard I have a favourite aunty She makes me kind of feared, Because my favourite aunty She has a jaggy beard. The first time that I saw it It gave me quite a fright, I lay in bed just wondering It kept me up all night. I thought it was a spider Hanging from her...

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Ohbard and Pell meet up over lifetimes and dimensions for exchanges and conversations: Ohbard my beard, it seems it wisps in grey and straggles age, unkempt alike and saddens my face dear Pell Pell your beard, great Ohbard, why it does not wisp but states and in...

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you probably will think i'm totally weird but-- i like Fr. Kolbe's long gray beard :)...

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. Though i grunt your latch both yourn mitts mine mane ...

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His smile is amazing even though hidden beneath a red tinted beard...

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With the start of snow and festive delight, A tale unfolds on this magical night. Be-clause Santa, you know, is more than it seems, A secret held tight by holiday dreams. And as we explore these enchanting landscapes, The deep hidden truth of a story reshapes. For Santa's a woman, a mast-her-mind unseen, With a plan so brilliant,...

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I once sported a manly beard, a beastly beard had I. But then on the farm, at the crack of dawn, while my lady cheered, she chopped it off, and while the cows mockingly mooed, I quietly cried. And with that, a little something inside of me died. I would venture to guess it was my manly pride. She brushed and whispered into...

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is it just my age? increasingly I value winter’s soft decay those last few leaves revealing tree branches decorated with lichen rays of the low sun penetrating morning mist shining in hoar frost in the hedgerows remnants of summer’s blooms ragged robin and old man’s beard gulls and crows picking at the dead fields, harbingers of a time of lack oak leaves are the last to fall, pallid brown, clinging to summer’s...

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Santa dyed his beard black The reindeers thought he was lack Of his luster and zing He even took off his ring So, they decided to take up the slack...

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The street dogs bark, children cry and run. .. Now the time is six o'clock in the morning. ...

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Some call me looney, some call me weird Some wonder what I'd look like without a beard You don't want to know It's a horrible show Can easily turn accolades into resounding jeers...

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IF I HAD A WHITE BEARD (tune: If I Were a Rich Man) If I had a white beard Ho ho rudolph ho ho blitzen ho ho merry christmas hum All year long, I’d merry christmas hum If I had a fluffy beard (haa!) I wouldn’t have to diet. Ho ho rudolph ho ho blitzen ho ho merry christmas hum If I had...

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Who is that soma with no beard where is his moustache ? Where is his masculine fuzz ? did he ever had it once or did he not...? Is he a flesh or a etch ware of mere ingenuity , for in the world of poetry anything can conduct , anyone can go without a beard, anyone can live without being lived ....

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I want to grow a giant woman’s beard That way I would have a fun but glorious secret As I smirk at you peons who would never guess What I know that you do not. Behind my pandemic mask I would feel superior Maybe for just a tiny short hour or fifteen minutes But it would be a start....

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