Best Frizz Poems
WRITTEN FROM A MARRIED WOMAN'S PERSPECTIVE
i know we have been married a very very long time
we barely ever talk in fact i might as well be a mime
it is normal i suppose after so long to lose interest
please understand i am not at all trying to be a pest
i wonder if you even still know where it is
just below my belly button you'll see the frizz
i wish - though it's been ages - you would find again that old space
and then Make Love To Me In (what for you is) That Ancient Place
Categories:
frizz, romance, romantic, perspective,
Form:
Couplet
The magic gem of curly hair,
Procures itself in sodden downpour.
Frizz retracts and curls define,
Revitalised by heaven's moisture.
No brolly required.
No wind-swept locks.
A long-awaited makeover,
Of the most natural kind.
28/04/2019
Categories:
frizz, hair, imagery, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Praise Lord
Let your mind frizz not, in the evil flash of thoughts.
Embrace within.
Light of night, his key is king.
Lock road with joy.
Neither nor eyes blind switch.
Seek name let all be welcomed.
Proverb is a doing word.
Action takes time.
Nothing is through catch.
Beat is rhythm.
Voice comes with spoken word.
Exhale fresh breath.
Speak in tongue.
Brain is in charge.
Fear range in a mortal flash.
Stress wrestling physical being.
String rings in mind.
Light up never end.
Let glory sing in your sight.
Beauty spread in map.
Call name for location be trapped.
Preach gospel of Luke and John.
One day he will come.
Be prepared!
Ten yes down the time.
Five John see and five in right.
Idiots live without light.
Bright pass the line.
Stay shaped like assegai.
Phrase the name Pluto.
Light failed her.
Names exist in life. Death is unknown side.
Pin aim, hand touch the breast, sight is bright.
Praise God! Stay right!
Categories:
frizz, destiny, earth day, future,
Form:
Blank verse
I walk along the stone path way, the lead to nowhere,
The trees begin to blur, the crows stop and stare.
My heart mildly pounding, my head in a frizz,
My way there is soon, for I am now his.
I’ll never forget, the day he propped along,
His eyes dark as night, sitting with moonlight,
Till’ the rise of Dawn.
“You know that I love you..” His words whispered in my head.
Those words brought me to life; as though I was dead.
“Bring to me all that you are..” He taunted so softly.
“Your curves, your face and your mindset of all.”
“Just look at the way you’re so neatly appalled.”
His questioning nonexistent and his voice so great,
My hips tremble madly, my knees.. They shake.
A tree, I pass by, as if it was ready to be shown,
The images alive, so descriptive and so now known.
Him and I, him and I, up against that tree,
The rough nature, scraping my spine to raw red,
Nowhere I can flee.
Caressed, pumped and hot breath, oozing from the two,
A leak sprang somewhere, somewhere longingly true.
Moans fill the musty air and so does the scent of sex,
What more could I have asked for?
What more?
So now that I seek my ending, walking through and through,
I search, crawl and dive under, just to look for you.
His touch lingers upon my skin, his stare so powerfully strong,
So in the end, he watches me… watches me.. All along.
Categories:
frizz,
Form:
Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a sickly snake,
And that all this derogatory self-derision is decisively the result
Of a disease smitten assault by a prodigal bug
Whose virility is known to create sterility of poetic taste-
Oh what a waste to find oneself in such a caste,
Outcast in a landless mire of sea,
Where there is no Sea king to lead back to land,
Where seeking leads not to seeing
But only to being the miserly plot written by this poetasters hand-
Now, to repeat, that I have gotten that over with,
I can really try,
Once and for all,
To really get it over with.
Like really really real.
So here it is,
In medias res,
The big ordeal:
Merde! Merde!
J’ai oublié on this very day,
To have taken my ressurectine,
The nectar which this fool requires with some dismay
To not forget his pointless points.
Where is my medicine Edison?
Where is my pill?
How shall I cart this over the hill?
O’sir,
Dear sir,
For in the middle of this rabid petri dish of sheer excitement,
Close to moiety’s shribble,
With voice shrill,
Ready to take aim and avoid all shame,
I was, I was, I was, I swear
Almost there,
But alas,
I am,
Now out of gas,
With nothing more to gain,
A timid loveless swain,
A witless poet with no further words to amass,
A neutered puppy in a jungle,
Without a rumble,
To stumble upon just the right word,
To close off looking less like a turd,
Then this early morning bird,
Preferably one day,
Could theoretically mumble.
Did I mention that between finding Absolute Knowledge,
And miming Absolute Knowledge,
I would like to find myself snuggly ensconced in the arms,
Of not only Winnie the Pooh,
But surely Yogi Berra too?
Categories:
frizz, humor,
Form:
Free verse
I.
There was a young man from Milwaukee
Who forever was playing at haukee.
His deplorable luck
Was to swallow a puck,
Now he drinks all his drinks through a straukee.
II.
There was an old char who’d get teary
When confronted with weather too dreary—
It would grow more severe
When she'd guzzle some beer—
("But that’s only a theory, me dearie!")
III.
A pop-loving girl from Atlanta
Drank up numerous bottles of Fanta—
Soon a surfeit of fizz
Gave her hair so much frizz
She could whizz through the air just like Santa.
Categories:
frizz, humorous, nonsense, word play,
Form:
Limerick
I haven't had a ponytail
Since I was very young
And even then, most likely,
Into braids my hair was hung.
When frizz set in, I chopped my locks
And thus the die was cast,
So ponytails and pigtails were
A remnant of the past.
But when I see a jogger
With her ponytail a'bounce,
Its jaunty whipping of the air
Seems like it does announce:
Just check me out! I'm oh, so cool
And confident and fit.
So feast your jealous eyes -
I'm the epitome of IT!
Categories:
frizz, hair,
Form:
Rhyme
My friends say my hair's got "BODY",
My friends say my hair's got "LIFE",
I don't know what to do with it,
But it's causing me some STRIFE!
My friends say "People would pay good money for that",
My friends say it "looks fine",
Well I just wish it wasn't like this,
And that it wasn't mine!
My friends say I'm a "YUMMY MUMMY",
My friends say "Wear your hair with pride",
I just want to stay indoors,
And find a place to hide!
My word for this is FRIZZ,
It's as plain and simple as that,
So if I can't straighten it,
I'll just hide it with a hat!
Categories:
frizz, beauty, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
inhuman torture
in a beautician's chair
willingly self-inflicted
hopeful of the outcome
childhood dismay
hair curled on rollers
hooked by wires
to monstrous machine
relentless weight
aftershock
embarrassment
head cap of electric frizz
fright wig extraordinaire
Li'l Orphan Annie's twin
staring back from the mirror
no way to undo it
endure, wait it out
pray for rapid growth
and a new haircut
stay-at-home phobia
creative head coverings
adolescent lament
Published Online
Golden Aspen Publishing
September, 2005
Categories:
frizz, angst, beauty, hair, teen,
Form:
Free verse
Wishing herself away
She
spirals herself on ceramic to the height of childhood,
reuniting each extension of her being to simple oneness
to challenge the chaos in her mind.
Familiar figures outside the room shape themselves with concern,
but her crowded thoughts
cannot understand a silhouette;
she knows its lack of attention to detail.
Her lungs fill with steamy air and release in heavy sigh
around her favorite position:
She
feels safe in the warm pockets of her limbs, blanketing her heart from the chill of
truth beyond the room.
A fleeting urge to unfurl flies by,
as she hears the bathroom tile pleading to end
the smack of rumblings from her toes:
but she resists,
knows enough
not to anger a nerve’s anxiety.
Curls droop anxiously over her knees,
eager to be straightened to some sense of sanity,
but she brushes them away from the moistness on flushed skin:
figures they’ll only frizz with failure
alongside her own objectives…
At this moment,
She owns the serenity of ease
seemingly unnoticeable
to others performing worry beyond the door.
Oh the moment to hold and not let go!
The fear of greeting her fate outside….
But
The sanctity of her thighs cannot warm
the length of her body beyond a moment;
the tears from her eyes never completely drown
the sight of confusion;
the locks of hair are never opaque enough
to shield the brash smirks
of ultraviolet light;
and the arch of her frame eventually must cease
its primitive beauty…
All, sadly,
in overwhelming acceptance
of her non literal position.
Categories:
frizz, confusion, introspection, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Jack took Jill up the hill
To give O’ Jill a thrill
He put it in
She started to sing
Take it out; I’m not yet on the pill
Jack said, “I know what to do,”
“We’ll go to town and I’ll buy them for you.”
Twas around dawn
They saw a boy blowing a cow in the corn
It was, yes, bricky bad boy blue
Boy blue moved in a flash
And Blue and Jack met in a clash
Hit jack with a pale
Boy, did Jack yell and wail
His forehead had a 3 centimetre gash
Jack held his crown
As he fled away from the town
He bled from the head
And thought he was dead
He fainted on a hill which he came rolling down.
Blue and Jill got the pills not long after
She swallowed it down with some water
Blue and Jill did the biz
Jill’s hair was in a frizz
Her little secret was exposed by a laughter
Categories:
frizz, funnyblue,
Form:
Burlesque
"50 Words for Poe: Winter"
Hey, you know how it goes
when you had your first kiss
Poetry kind of gets you between
the gonads with that kinda shizz
Yep, you’re lost on the swell when it
hits that frizz
You just gotta hit the surf and
when the waves come for you
dive under the Effers
You’ll come out of the Lemonade, betya 10 quids
Head up, you’re King or Queen of the Waves
This is how "IT" begins
Sharks, bellies full of sunk brave
are there to awaken
"Kavorka"
Byron knew that biz
"Kavorka"
Poetry in Bliss
Go on
Deal those cards
Black Jack
No Pikers
Never pass this way again
It’s Now or Never
We’re ALL heading towards Winter
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/MKAC7t0P65o
Steely Dan...
"One always has to be willing to lose to be able to win... in battle and in life.”
Categories:
frizz, adventure, fun, games,
Form:
Romanticism
Livin in a Fantasy
Hope it ain’t a trap
Voices in my head,
They keep on whisperin:
There ain’t No Coming Back!!
Sucked Down Under
Into a World Always Unknown;
Many, Many, Many Men; They say “You’re Not Alone”
When I get there What do I see?
A bunch of Funky dudes lookin at me
I take a deep Breath
Take a step closer to the fire
It’s Cold OutSide
Liven on the Wire
I let them catch me
Now I gotta be Bold
Take a look around me
My Heart, My life is sold
I try to take a step, my legs a little weak
Everything Around me is gunna make me weep
After Living in Self-Hatred, Imaginary Friends
All I wanna do is laugh here,
What is it? Could it be untainted Love?
Liven in a Fantasy, Hope it ain’t a trap
Voices, oh Voices, in my Head, keep on saying:
“There ain’t NO Coming Back!!”
Liven in a NightMarish Fantasy, Hope to make it out Alive
For all I know, I’m on OverLoad,
Completely Brain Fried.
So Tired from THE STRUGGLE,
Worried, So Sick
My Voices start to do their mommying,
Whispering:
“Just to let you know,
You been a Soldier at War
You have taken hit n hit n hit,
Without Running to the door.
Now You come to a place,
Where the Party looks fine”
They tell me “No More Worries,
No More playing Don’t Drop the Dime”
Thankful But Worried and it begins to show,
The sweat starts to pour, feel a frizz in my ‘fro.
Hopin No one Notices and they don’t start a fight
Not that I’m scared, But I’m tired from the Flight.
I take a step Closer, Closer to the Scene
I relax a little as the stares begin to fade,
I wonder if the workers here really care,
Or are they in it to get paid?
Everyone is Smiling, the guys Crack Some Jokes
My New Life is Just Beginning;
Here at Lamoille County Mental Health’s Wellness Center
Now my life is Lovely,
With friends who Remain True,
And I owe it to those that brought me in, the Noble Boys in Blue.
Written By StarHeart JacobsJones, 2014
Categories:
frizz, fantasy, truth, voice,
Form:
Free verse
HAIR
In the tangle of curls, a story unfolds
Each strand, a tale waiting to be told
A canvas of self-expression, bold and free
Hair, the crown that shapes identity
From frizz to curl, from short to long
In the symphony of styles, we all belong
A mane of power, of beauty, of grace
A reflection of our inner space
So let your hair dance in the wind
Let its wildness be your kin
For in the strands that fall and rise
Lies the truth behind our eyes
Categories:
frizz, beauty, hair,
Form:
Rhyme
One comb,
One brush,
Some spray to tame the frizz,
Two handfuls of gel
to secure the final product.
First, she brushed.
Then she combed,
so the curls could find their way back home.
Her gentle hands held my head,
while the comb steered it in each direction.
With her unmatched patience,
she worked her way through each knot.
There were so many knots.
Those wild strands-
I never understood
how they got each other tied up
in such a mess,
But my mother combed.
She sorted through every problem,
Those curls jumped into.
Even though,
After every rescue,
There was a new mess.
Those locks
with the spirit of dread locks,
were never content,
not for a moment.
So, she combed.
Her hands cramped,
but she combed.
My stubborn hair refused,
knowing the comb was only
trying to help.
Time passed.
My hair conceded for the day.
The knots built up.
My hair returned
the next morning
to my mother’s side.
absolutely hysterical.
So, my mother combed.
Categories:
frizz, daughter, grandmother, hair, mom,
Form:
Free verse