Love Hair Poems

Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.

My hair with homemade curls,
My makeup shines...

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(Sister Golden Hair by America - Added Lyrics)

Well, it's so long since I saw you, 
Sister Golden Hair surprise.
Though I keep on thinkin' 'bout you,...

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Saw you just a week ago  
Couldn’t bring myself to say hello  
Still, you’re on my mind

I can’t forget the way you looked...

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when I
young I

was well
and tell

my friends
split ends 

my hair
not fair

but clean
not mean

I wash
and brush

my locks
like ducks

to say
like fay

I sing
and swing 

and fly
not cry

to dry
not fry

under
hot...

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Renee Vivien English Translation

Words to My Love
by Renée Vivien
translation by Michael R. Burch

This is Vivien’s “coming out” poem, although the term wasn’t coined until many...

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I can still feel your lips on mine,
And your fingers tangled in my hair.
I still smell your sweet perfume—
It lingers softly in the air.

It’s as...

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It's not that i desire to have long hair
It's just my natural hair is a nightmare
Braids are easy you just unwrap and go
Wearing different styles...

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If my hair could talk to God above miraculously 
It would express praises and thanks to Him joyfully
For His grace, mercy and love shown constantly
Flowing...

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He primps that dome like it’s his crown,
A shiny orb, the talk of town.
Shaves that bowling ball twice a day,
No rogue hairs dare to stay.

Refined...

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Day one out of the womb – had a full crop of hair,
black like my daddy’s (it later went more fair).

Early childhood – Mom kept...

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A tumble of flowers and soon you look amazing dear hair 
with just a smidge of lovely perfume you can scent the air 

A little...

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My hair is a whimsical canvas my crown
It’s so versatile pinned up or flowing down
An expression of my natural creativity 
Hair is a blessing of...

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My eyes wandered through an old photograph.
Pausing suddenly, I dissolved in tears,
remembering how, the first half of half
of my life, you were with me all...

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In the quiet morning light, for the first 
time, I truly gazed into the mirror, 
What I saw was unrecognisable,
I must confess I was ...

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She walks like she’s carrying invisible things, memories stitched into the curve of her spine, questions no one’s ever answered clinging to her sleeves. The...

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