Beauty Hair Poems | Examples
These Beauty Hair poems are examples of Hair poems about Beauty. These are the best examples of Hair Beauty poems written by international poets.
Fair maiden with the locks of molten gold,
Whose gentle grace doth make the sun seem dim,
No earthly treasure that the heavens hold
Can match thy virtue, pure in every limb.
Thine eyes, like morning dew upon the rose,
Do awaken all my spirit with delight;
When darkness falls and all the world doth close,
Thy shining tresses guide me through the night.
Sweet lady, let my humble heart draw near,
To tender thee a vow that shall endure;
Through every changing season of the year,
My love for thee abides forever sure.
No fleeting time can fade thy radiant hair,
Nor dim the sweet perfection of thy face;
For God hath framed no creature half so fair,
Nor crowned a maiden with so bright a grace.
Some see beauty in machines on wheels
souped-up sports cars, the ‘real deal’
Others find it deep in forest’s quietude
pouring forth their gratitude
Some envision a world of nations at peace
wars to cease, love increase
Some find it in flawless skin and flowing hair
saints tap into souls, profundity to share
Sometimes I wonder if I look like her
In low light
Just bright enough to make out features
But not enough to notice it’s me
Maybe it’s the way my eyes gloss over in the evening
Holding the same simplicity
But mine are blue
And hers were green
We shared long, messy blonde hair
That always tangled in the wind
She had such beautiful hair
But I cut mine
And these days people say mine looks more red than blonde
Sometimes I catch my reflection
And see her for half a second
And for that half second
I let myself believe
I’m as beautiful as she was
But the older I get
The more I change in ways
That pull me further from her image
Still, for that brief moment
I can feel her living within me
I’m chocolate kisses in mid air
Lillies get stuck in my licorice hair
Not a beauty by American standards
But I intrigue courters and enchanters
I like to fancy myself a purple poet
Though my muse is often stoic
He dangles ideas above my head
Just out of reach making me beg
For one hint at greatness in a night
A song a poem the world’s delight
But I’m stuck in maroon mediocrity
Sailing to blue moon from black sea
individual
suited to your taste
shocking or simple
Yule Brenner shaved
beauty shop Bertha
mohawk friendly
fixed and fancy
pony tails
curly or straight
beads and bows
one lone braid
pigtails
messy
coiffured
hair
Autumn (TSF)
Autumn`s
Beauty
In leaves,
Saffron
Tinted
Flying
In space
Air crisp
With winds
Earth scent
Rancid
With fruits
Fallen
Apace
Symbol
Of age
Grey hair
Wrinkles
Weak bones
Life`s speed
Low gear
Nature`s
Cycle
Sweet sour
Lesson
Of life
No ground
To fear.
The long flowing white mane
Reminiscent of a satin bridal train
Fierce blue eyes
Watching the plain, a pantherine spy
The king of beasts
The felidae feasts
Daniel's cell mate
Still the beauty of that mane
Flowing white into space
In the background the band plays*
Seducing each estrus lioness
a king's queen's compliance
It's all about the mane
So fly that freak flag
Lovely, happy hair,
Rowed, and growing in beauty;
God’s sweet locks I bear:-
Hued as is the night,
Moonlight beauty reflecting
Ebony delight:-
Locks admired so much,
Gardened rowed short or shouldered,
Just got to be touched.
God makes no mistakes;
Creating natured beauty,
Whatever hue takes:-
Mirror check and see,
The blooming beauty of thee,
And gracefully be:-
Tara McNiell -
your heart will steal,
once the lady fair
fiddles as flames fly through the air,
but it's only Tara's hair.
If perfect was a picture,
That picture would be of you.
Every aspect of your being
Is simply too good to be true.
Your hair is an enchanting sight,
A stunning shade of red.
There for all the world to see,
Worn like a crown upon your head.
Your eyes are elegant as emeralds,
They are exclusive and pristine.
Mystifying the whole world
With their intense yet delicate green.
At your skin I can only marvel,
It's a soft and creamy white.
Graced with a sprinkling of freckles,
Such a truly magnificent sight.
From your head to your toes,
There is not a single flaw.
Your beauty it is so unique,
Something the world has never saw.
Every time I take a look,
I find something that is new.
In this picture of perfection,
This picture that is you.
Hercules peered out on the dance floor
spotted beautiful Delilah holding court
Scanned the room for Samson but
saw a chair where hair'd been cut
midst winter's branches
a tiny green bud appears...
heralding springtime
sunshine will coax it
to become lovely flower...
to wear in spring's hair
February 17.2023
for "spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly, Haiku x 2" contest
by Tania Kitchin
Spring Flower
howmanysyllables.com
we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too
They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due
we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such
we like our regulars, and we hear so much!
only one gives us a tip we try to get him
No matter what you do
Your beauty will stay true
A radiance that stands out from the rest
With claret trellis on
So fair to gaze upon
Elegance and class in style of dress
And if your hair is short
I'm still here to report
Your splendor goes beyond what words can say
You're beyond the galaxy
In terms of what I see
You might not feel the same but that's okay
No blue hair or curls for me.
I’ll grow old naturally.
Hanging breasts and flattened bum,
crooked teeth and graying gum.
Sagging knees and chicken skin,
sunny spots and double chin.
Silver streaks through thinning hair,
dimming eyesight no repair.
Crinkly crow’s eyes and flat feet
singing as the Maker I meet.
I don’t care what you say,
I can’t hear you anyway.