Best Shaving Poems

Since time immemorial, or so I've heared,
   Mankind has struggled to tame his beard.
Was it Adam who imposed upon us this atrocious curse?
   (I reckon I could sport a beard but to that I am averse.)
I've scraped and nicked my mug...

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My mind has been completely somewhere else these days.
The following is an example of what I mean.
I just went to spray my deodorant on
and now I'm all covered with shaving cream.

Inspired by Carolyn's little episode, which like mine sadly, is a true story.

A "Brush" with...

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“Why did you stop shaving, Jesse?”
Because my appearance doesn’t matter
if my heart is false...

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Most men shave every day.  It is
Our ritual of hygiene and vanity.
A clean, freshly shaven face will
get results, restore our sanity.

The act of shaving makes us think,
about our imperfections, the mirror
is unfair but also indispensable, our
nervous hands grow steady there.

Lately I have begun to...

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“Why did you stop shaving, Jesse?”
It is my attempt to project a façade
of masculinity in the face of rejection
by the opposite sex...

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How Unkempt and awful I look when
I forget to shave for weeks
Often have I to put off shaving for months
Once I went unshaved for a year
Either under stress,
or workplace pressure
as a result,
 female colleagues
Avoid talking with me 
and male
Co-workers advise me to wear a mask...

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I was shaving in the dark
hoping not to leave a mark
when I heard a voice outside of me 
Say, “hark!”

I first thought “odd remark!”
as naked I lay, stark
inside my bathtub,
shaving in the dark

“On a task you must embark”
continued the voice which first said, “Hark”
“We need...

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Blood on your skin
You couldn’t win
It was very sharp
But you can’t carp
Now you look well
Bloody like hell...

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Shaving In The Dark

Blood on my face.
A wound from shaving in the dark.
A scar from an angry battle with my soul.
This is how the story goes.
A simple question from my little girl.
A question of the things of life.
A chance for hope.
A chance to share
some wisdom...

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Under the carpet. 
Your siren has no 
Sound. 

I can't find my 
Locker, but the 
Next class
I'm not sitting 
Next to you. 

And you, 
Short Stop,
have paused
Me. 

Money doesn't
Solve my 
Enviousness. 

Of the wife, the
Eventual 
Insemination
Of your kind. 

Shaving in the
Morning, I think 
Of your...

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God Started Shaving

Off my sins God started shaving
Me from them was always saving
From each one he would release
Efforts to help others did increase
At God each morning will be waving.

Jim Horn


http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx...

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In sync with your cadence
Your heart pounds
Your blood as hot as your rubber
Every molecule so engorged 
Sweat alone separates you from your chrome
While you peel off a spoke fine line
Through rush hour traffic
Tearing a strip off of death

High
On a deadline


04/07/2019

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At Peace And In Sweet Awe Of Bronze Shaving Of New Rising Moon

Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen
there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin'
campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above
away from city throngs, Life- world's...

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On life’s sweet sage trail, there are many things we see:
Like grandfather’s ranch house where good times used to be.
There’s a ancient shaving mirror hung on a nail,
That he used to shave his face each day without fail.

You wonder as you gaze, what that mirror...

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I know I shaved the hair off this week
The razor was a solid brand
I felt my legs afterwards,
They were smooth as baby
Yet today I saw
My legs are dark
Curly hair
Grew all
Back

So maybe it was a week or two
Could possibly might have been
I shaved them hard on...

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