Best Lifehair Poems


Premium Member The Beauty of Being Bald

I can go out in the pouring rain and not get my hair wet;
That’s the beauty of being bald and don’t you ever forget.

Think of the money that I don’t spend buying any shampoo;
Think of the things that cash can get when the year is through.

I don’t hang out at the barber shop; there is no reason to do it;
No comb or brush on my vanity top; no hair to run through it.

No need to get angry or upset; I haven’t anything left to pull;
No reason to wear a bathing cap when diving in the pool.

God only made a few perfect heads; the rest he covered with hair;
Laugh if you want, I really don’t care I’ve nothing left up there.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Un-Aware

perfect 
but not 
with long hair and killer looks 
you take the stage and play like you know how.. 
while few watch with lust-full eyes and others adore 
you move slowly wondering where and why 
not wanting the attention but have it anyways... 
young bliss full youth 
.... 
un perfect 
with short dull hair and boring looks 
you take the floor with no stares 
you shout and you scream but no one sees 
you want it soo bad 
so badly you want to be seen 
but they cant hear you, cant see you 
young ingored youth 
in a shallow world of the cruel

Un-Aware

perfect
but not
with long hair and killer looks
you take the stage and play like you know how..
while few watch with lust-full eyes and others adore
you move slowly wondering where and why
not wanting the attention but have it anyways...
young bliss full youth
....
un perfect
with short dull hair and boring looks
you take the floor with no stares
you shout and you scream but no one sees
you want it soo bad
so badly you want to be seen
but they cant hear you, cant see you
young ignored youth
in a shallow world of the cruel


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