Sonnet Hair Poems

I don't see you anywhere - oh yes, over hare,
it didn't matter, if he's not there, I don't care;
they say animals have the time to...

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She Was Very Pretty
by Michael R. Burch

She was very pretty, in the usual way
for perhaps a day;
and when the boys came out to play,
she winked...

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"Crumbling is not an instant act..."
                   ...

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Sprinkled Stardust In Her Long Flowing Hair

In bright moonlight I saw her standing there
Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair
She looked just like an angel...

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Don't tell me men don't care about their hair
They care about it even more than girls
As soon as they were open they were there
All queueing...

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Sonnets LII-LX

The Endeavors of Lips
by Michael R. Burch

How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak
of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak
in love’s...

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Your hairdresser today is Emily - 
‘It’s good to see you, wow, it’s been a while’
She says. She’s wearing lots of PPE
It has. I’m glad...

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Moonlit Rays Bounce On Jasmine Scented Hair

She first came to me in the setting sun
her long searching soul wondrously agape
that June night dancing having youthful...

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The Persistence of a Memory of Apricot Shampoo
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved...
and...

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Wonderland
by Michael R. Burch
 
We stood, kids of the Lamb, to put to test
the beatific anthems of the blessed,
the sentence of the martyr, and the...

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Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
 
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers...

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I See You, Flowers In Your Raven Hair

I see you, in flowery meadow scenes
walking, your blue dress swaying in the wind
your raven hair, beautiful stuff...

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My Love

Thought tells me you are no more fair
than sunlight seen through dappled leaves,
your walk bears no more startling grace
than fawns at play in morning...

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Now that I am seventy-three years old,
people finally treat me with respect.
Graying hair contributes, so I’ve been told,
creating effects, one learns to expect—
doors held open,...

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My hair fills the circumference of itself
And takes up space with little help
It goes the only way it knows
In tightly bound cornrows 

In church the...

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