Best Headscarf Poems

"Girl with a Pearl Earring" is an oil painting by Dutch Golden Age painter Johannes Vermeer, dated c. 1665. Going by various names over the centuries, it became known by its present title towards the end of the 20th century after the earring worn by...

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A face pack guaranteed to make Miffy’s face look year’s younger.
She had never had enough suiters to add up to a husband, so she bought it.
She packed it on one Saturday night, and avoided church on Sunday.
For the face pack refused to come off.

For weeks...

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soft
raven
jet 'BLACK'

short
puffy
afro 'BLACK'

thick
matted
tangled hair

unstyled
unkempt
headscarf
seals my 'BLACK'

thick
course
wavy
nappy headed grave


coil
curl
twist
my fingertips 
pleasant sore
my 'BLACK' hair scorn


rapunzel hair weave
creamy crack relaxer
black hair hatred
hair expresses rotten 


yet and still what is to love 'BLACK' hair...

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For my friend Angela Rickaway

She Stayed Strong

Overwhelming feelings should make her heart go weak
Facing cancer head on with no sound of a shriek
She stands firm planted in true love
SHE STAYED STRONG
Knowing that her strength comes from Above
Her beautiful eyes so ever baby blue bold
I’m sure...

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THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART FOUR
ALMERÍA / UMM AL-MARIYA   2007 AD / 1427 AH 

The traveler who journeys to the City of Almería
arrives at a port where the routes of the ferries,
the whitecaps and waves, the salt-leaden gusts in
the searing white heat, the sculptures...

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Dedicated to Ed Sheeran


Inside the glass the dry leaf was manifested, as a skeleton is prominent with all the inside structure and artistry. 

I went to the voting center. I had nothing , completely nothing in my mind. Beto O'Rourke, some democratic other names ,...

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I met a woman fleeing from the triad.
Crossing on a ferry, far from her home
She told me of the life she once had.
In Bosphorus, struggling to hold on. 

Her hair was wrapped in a headscarf. 
Dreamed about the changes coming. 
with a shy smile and...

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all you serious, and formally  trained poets, please excuse my satire, but a guy 
born in Brooklyn NY, (me)- really gets a kick out of this somewhat pretentious 
classification system for something, to me, is as simple as merely conveying a 
thought, emotion, idea,...

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Your soul left your eyes
as you laid there and died
on that dirty Iranian street

They hovered o’er you –
to shield; cover you
but you took your last breath at their feet

The blood ran so dark
from beneath your headscarf
as your mother took hold of your hand

She rocked to...

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A widescreen angle of a steel rimmed fish is rumored to be rhymed with the stark motionless spectacles which are glimmering on the small oak table akin to spare ratchets or a rusted piece of metal. It is imperative on this particular journey to have...

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Anticipated for, all of a sudden
I had to lay a grip on my hat
And hold close my unbuttoned button-less jacket
As the old ladies bend over for the swift of the dress
And young ones reach out for a headscarf, either as bag or book
Yet the lower...

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A fire burns orange and bright
in stark contrast against 
the black Bohemian sky,

crackling hard over sounds
of a furious pen scratching 
coffee stained parchment,

pausing to stoke flames, 
reflect inward, and slurp
crudely a harsh, smoky brew.

Breathing in deep the 
bitter, caffeinated aroma,
choking, expelling forth; 

returning its essence
in...

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They pass my window every day
the young, the old, the tired, the grey,
the little woman going to church,
the teenage lover left in the lurch,
the silver haired lady, a faded ingénue,
the argumentative couple with children, two.
The retired school teacher with the nervous tic,
the lady in a...

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She was an ancient woman and

I used to see her 

every rainless early morning.

She always wore an overcoat

a headscarf, and thick and wrinkled 

old woman's stockings. 

Her gaunt and stubborn shuffle was ever being overtaken

by pairs of cheerful ladies, 

so confident

in brightly overburdened lycra.
	
They would...

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I woke up to an embracing sun 
I had heart to heart talk with a lady in a white coat
I saw a hyacinth purple flower
The color purple made me supple
I was floating in a happy bubble 
I witnessed a mother-daughter bond that no disease can...

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