Wild Hair Poems | Examples
These Wild Hair poems are examples of Hair poems about Wild. These are the best examples of Hair Wild poems written by international poets.
My hair falls free in wind and rain
And in sun, it flows free again.
No scarf nor cloth shall press my locks,
Nor bargain me in dismal frocks.
Around my neck I wear no chain.
I brush my hair, I snap my mane.
The banal bonnet I disdain.
I listen not where evil talks.
My hair falls free
Cast not a slur to Music's strain;
Music that lets my hair remain
In wild, symphonic flowing locks
That spurs remarks in envious talks.
My hair falls free in wind and rain.
I have a strict morning routine,
my hairstyle is touchably clean.
Sometimes the curls go wild,
mirroring every thought growing.
Natural on the wind showing
an angle when profiled.
Never afraid to start over,
a new look’s a reinventor.
Taste is shown with a cut,
bringing about a toothy grin.
Radiating beneath the skin,
it’s that swag and a strut.
Way too feral to be tied up,
an iced coffee without makeup.
Real in the rawest way,
I can be out the door in five.
Free-spirited brunette’s alive
at the start of each day.
we’ve had sheep not as wooly as our dog
it’s in our carpet, thick as a log
we wade through his hair every day
kicking tufts of it out of our way
it is on the couch, floating in the air
I’d like to knit it into a blanket, mohair
Bagging it would be hard to do
it floats all over, wild as my hairdo
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 my femininity
Sometimes I let the pillow style it
Go with the flow wearing my wild wit
In this way my hair is a cocoa cloud
All soft and fluffy unruly truly proud
Sometimes the rain puffs it up
I don’t complain I just embrace love
If I wear a natural Afro style
Or twists with bliss will make me smile
I can never go wrong with braids
Long or short the patterns make waves
Take it down and enjoy it anew
Crinkled and wrinkled my hair is the truth
Even if I have had bad hair days
Can cut it short or even shave
Hair is an expression when I’m feeling chatty
Fine like vine thick like brick stringy or nappy
Once, wild herds of elephants blew trumpets
as spiced tea and jam slathered crumpets
brightly declared the sun would shine soon,
snapping the spell of a thin crescent moon.
Like a child's prayer, out flowed golden hair,
turning nymphs to butterflies everywhere.
Olivia offered oatmeal to her obstinate dragon Oscar Lee.
He stared at her, wondering “is she trying to kill me?”
“Do not want it,” he told her. “it does not look tasty.”
“I put maple syrup on it, she said, very pleasantly.
So oatmeal was imbibed by the dragon Oscar Lee.
Who now asks for it with syrup almost daily.
Moral of the story is to taste new foods pleasantly.
You also might find a new favorite that is pretty tasty.
She tosses her hair into the wind with wild abandon and hope.
Her ways wise and wonderful, power tree is as pure as Ivory soap.
I stand in the shadows watching, wondering what she will do next.
Her movements seem spontaneous, but her mind is complex.
She looks so casual, and yet she is always plotting an oak says.
I know this is true, she is my sister, her name is Splendiferous Inez.
I have seen her in action since I was a wee babe, she is always thinking.
Of ways to bring peace and hope to the woods, continually uniting and linking.
How lucky can one man be
To have the love and friendship
Of so many sweet adorable people
Here on the Soup... male and female
It's like a love-in from the sixties
Minus the beads and hippie hair
(Well I'm supposing!)
Those were wild, free spirited days
Making love, NOT war
I was newly married back then... 1957
Busy raising three young kiddies
And struggling to make ends meet
My rewards though were much greater
With 3 super kids, a gorgeous wife and a new career
The closest I got to becoming a hippie
Was letting my hair grow long (shoulder length)
And sporting a beard
Which, believe it or not, I still have today
Those were difficult times back then
But oh so rewarding... ahhh memories!
The wind brushes her red mane wild and untamed, lifting her gown
A trance sweeps and sways her figure while bright orbs surround her
Transported to other realms where forestry scenes blend far away
A wistful lean body revealed thru a sheer dress, she is lifted into thin air
As she twirls around to celestial sounds, with spirits she dances free
In this pipe dream phantasy I imagined it were me, on this blissful day
Slick it down with wax
It fits a crook
Tho' it could also be
a circus-master's look
Let it grow long, wooly and wild
It's an over-age, curly-haired child's
Squish it together into three teen males' little nubs
Presto! -- a psychotic 'student rifle club'
Eliminate its last faint trace
A dapper gent your life has just graced
A moustache is versatile, you will agree
be it 'barbershop-quartet-ish' or a deep mystery
Your fingers are in my hair,
while whispering softly.
Wild, latent passion flows from a glass of wine.
*
Hands are on the body;
I tremble at your touch.
A bite of desire on the lips,
my fingers are looking for you frantically.
*
We drown reason in wine,
so we can breathe together
and drink from the lips.
We feed on the bark of the tree of life.
The fight against madness in us
fear of dam collapsed.
In the end, - we chose the path trodden by reason.
*
The magnet of youth is powerless.
We are eager and scared of the life game.
Hair, long curls, and a smile became a dream.
Blue eyes in an embrace only a sad day.
Hands are still shaking, eager to touch.
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I see you walkin’ in
long hair tied up
lookin’ like you own it
Honey, just leave your hair down
It’s like your hiding the light
that’s shining bright as the Sun
I see it chaining up your neck
Honey, just leave your hair down
Walkin’ through so slow and cool
but that wild is just waiting for a pull,
just let it all come down, shake the world up;
Honey, just leave your hair down
Let the rest of them crumble
when they get a taste of that thunder;
Raise a little hell with that smile,
Honey, just leave your hair down;
If I had my way
there would never be a day
a light that bright would be hidden in shade;
Honey, just leave your hair down,
Oh, just leave your hair down.
pink
whimsical
fearless on the loose
bold
flamboyant
putting it out there
wild
free throwing
caution to the wind
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
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 air.
The colors of your cheek no more surprise
than flowers on a wild green hill
and stars amaze the velvet night
As much as I am by your eyes.
Your touch falls no more gently down
than butterfly upon the rose,
the Celtic harp at twilight sounds
as lovely as your voice at dawn.
A lingering Summer's day in June
spreads as much warmth as does your smile.
Strands of your hair combine with no more grace
than branches dancing beneath the Moon.
But thought compares what it can see,
Heart hears songs that thought can never see.
Flowing locks of long auburn hair
gently caressed
tussled and strewn
by the morning air
Textured as the finest flax
With a glossy sheen
the smell of summer fruits
so fresh and clean
Gracing the elegant porcelain smooth neck and shoulders
of a beautiful brown eyed girl
with the cream of luxurious hair
and smouldering stare
Unrivalled beauty beyond compare
See the highlights dance and shine
in the radiant summer sun
Gypsy girl dances in lush wood
As wild as the winding river that runs.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013 Dec.
Peter Dome. copyright. 2013. Dec.