Dyeing Poems - Poems about Dyeing

Back in 1984 when it was not the style, I accidentally dyed my hair navy blue. Walked into the beauty school. They screamed with laughter. This is what you get for dying your own hair. Can you get rid of it? I asked them. They asked why I had let it stay on so long. When I could see in the mirror...

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Submerged in the depths of my despair, I ponder: What shade to dye my hair? Red like April? Black like Cher? Yellow’d; to match my underwear? No that’s just silly. But then, Slick Willy, Adopted a salt and pepper shade. It got him elected! It got him laid! But I’ll eschew his precedent. I’ve no wish to be President… A festive blonde hue, I would...

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Oh bother I look like a badger and I do not have any hair dye, But I’ve discovered the perfect product on its coverage you can always rely It’s a temporary spray on hair colour believe me it really is a godsend as my hairdressers closed cos of covid and it’s driving me right round the bend! I shake the can for about...

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Sue peers in the mirror with fright Her parting’s a terrible sight On top of her head A badger - it’s dead Sue must use some hair dye tonight! She’d applied hair dye carefully Grey hairs Sue can no longer see All the grey is now brown She no longer feels down And styles her hair prettily 04/28/20...

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If truth be told, I’m getting old my hair is streaked with grey I cannot lie, I use hair dye To banish the greys away 9/15/18...

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another birthday how quickly the years fly by I colour my grey! 01/25/18...

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dyeing my hair brown I think of my youthful days pushing wild limits rosy girls and fine liquor blessed --- as twilight years fade Traditional Tanka 25th May 2016 Contest by Charlotte Jade Puddifoot...

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we have gain the hate pain and race thing is about to change the people spoke by the vote it hope so don't be a doke am not lyeing racist is DYEING...

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A blue day sadly,Greeks had no word for it- 'til one dye 'eureka' from beyond the sea- a lapsis lazuli, ultramarine.. sheen !...

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As I lay dyeing, I spoke your name. I asked where you were but you never came. Would you care if I died? Would you sit and cry? or move on without a tear? Some things I'll never know, As I lay dyeing....

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