Short Hair Poems

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...

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Ouch! Please mommy stop it’s not fair 
I pulled on her robe as she pulled on my hair
Halfway through combing out my long curls
mother hurries...

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As a teenager, I was so lean and lanky.
My mother worried over my physical stature.
She believed that all the nutrients in my diet,
were rapaciously devoured...

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Her hair dances like the cascading stream, 
murmuring in the silence of dormant dreams.
It’s more than an element of graceful façade,
the curls carry a crown...

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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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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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To start with I part it and sweep each side back
Tucked over each ear is this guy’s hairstyle hack
Brynner and Willis and Johnson are cool
But...

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Beware of the men in bald, they say.
You’ll see them everywhere.
They come in sizes, tall and short,
upon their heads, no hair.

The bald men come in...

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I am a girl with densely haired arms. 
In school, classmates would exclaim upon seeing my arms, 
"Oh my gosh, how can you have so...

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Mighty Mercury

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TRIM ERIC 

Two longhaired lads went to the barber
The one with one ear showing was Eric
Yet some resentment he might harbour
If his haircut style was...

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Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum

With a title deeply rooted
in subject matter iterated above
invariably makes for hair raising poem,
though I...

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Growing my hair down below my knees...

stimulated courtesy follicles,
where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed,
Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils
allowed, enabled,
and provided head start
germinating peach fuzz into brown...

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I picked posies as I walked on by,
removing my red hair ribbon to tie.
   My life is sometimes tranquility ...
By morning the flowers...

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FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical...

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