Dye Poems - Poems about Dye

My bathroom is pink Hair dye on my sink In the bath tub too Punky color, Burmese blue My towel is a mess Hair dye on a dress Burmese blue on a wall Splattering hair dye down the hall...

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So, what to do now the dye is cast our choices now seem to be lost in this land of emotions vast do we but sigh and say “what cost!” anger misplaced by any hue can grow until it causes harm stir hate where love is overdue and signal there's cause for alarm our nation's fate still rides on trust of freedom's power...

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When the tie dyes break out. I try not to shout. T-shirts, all my size. How they turn out is a surprise. Out in the yard. Making a mess isn’t hard. All sorts of splatter. Patterns and colors that matter. In the washing machine. Awaits a treasure to be seen. With hands still stained. Fun patterns causing my eyes to be strained. The brightness came out well. Trying...

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*** In the Dream Foretold *** A Devotion Series Poem I am getting over paralysis from nerves twisted along my spine. The agonies are passing, but not gone, so I am standing, leaning over the kitchen sink; with great effort I lean, wrapped in old towels while Jim works to dye the gray out of my hair....

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In my heart a seed was planted A sowing with just what I need To love with the volume of oceans All contained in that one little seed It lodged there that day in the summer When she sat next to me with her friend And from the moment she went home that evening My heart hence has pined without end I stood...

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For The Massively White-Haired And comments on it he'd heard: The ever youthful old, Who cannot his vexed arms fold; Could keep wishing to head hide, As folks troop out for a ride... For those Nature ate their pie, Who would soonest breathe a sigh And they must recover it Or fall into nearby pit... One thing to like about Dye: To Disliked colors Good-Bye; The fainter...

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Swirls of tie dye sky our world drenched in the colors of forgotten peace....

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We can hear their chanting even if we are deaf. We can see their malfeasance even if we’re blind. They turn our earth and churn out our roots. They poison the water that feeds our minds. We see it coming like the evening dark, we hear it roar like thunder storms. They sow their seeds and expect us to nurture...

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She was dying to grow up So she could dye her hair like her grandma Grandma dyed her hair to match her dresses Every Sunday at church- lavender, blue, pink. When she finally reached eighteen She rolled the die to figure out her color. Pink? Blue? Lavender? Rainbow? What a lovely figure she made at church that Sunday. You look just like your...

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Turian purple dye in ancient Rome Afforded by rich wearing a dome. Snails soaked in urine. Ten days a cure’n. Smelled by this incredible poem....

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The Tie Dye Grave David J Walker A gray ponytail from A balding head Vintage love beads and A waterbed A Garrard turntable and a Marantz Amp Pioneer speakers and a Roach clip clamp Some far-out sneakers And a Lava lamp Jimi Hendrix in a purple haze Moody Blues from Future past days McCartney & Lennon in the Beatles craze The old grey hippie will his Souvenirs...

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Sally found her hair was turning gray Looking younger was what she did pray Alas, hair kept graying And her heart kept praying Even though her mane was on display She wasn’t too keen on the new hair dye Still decided to give it a try Weeks later, out came roots Her hair was in cahoots Glad she had a touch up to apply Now...

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My jet-black tresses and the glossy, glass skin- Ah! Are they the things of the yore! The silvery strands instead are now a new lure. Like a model, I wear a crown of gracious gray For I know, this pearly wisdom is here to stay! In gratitude flow and sing these lovely locks, As my radiant face peers through lush, wavy...

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As time slides by The vibrance fades A vintage dye Of better days Bold hues bleed To worn pastel I’m forced to heed My senses, stale I miss the days When passion dripped It found escape By fingertip A steady flow Of inspiration Set free, to grow A new foundation Green turned gold Time again Great stories told But, met their end Now, looking back I must reflect I’ve sure lost track One...

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i've got this under my belt meaning my belly is over it so it seems to be really working that is this new drink as much beer as you want to dietary plan and i'm planning to though it may be rough at some times see my way through because it is better to please you than to please me...

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