Haircut Poems - Poems about Haircut

Grandma said she would take care of the kids now I knew things were tight, gramps had run off with the cow and a woman, but we were sworn to secrecy about that Grandma took her anger out on us. Now I have to wear a hat...

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"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." (Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.) The muskiness slouches about to a point of apathetic stoppage, and even without looking over his shoulders, he indulges in an artless...

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I once sported a manly beard, a beastly beard had I. But then on the farm, at the crack of dawn, while my lady cheered, she chopped it off, and while the cows mockingly mooed, I quietly cried. And with that, a little something inside of me died. I would venture to guess it was my manly pride. She brushed and whispered into...

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I let you cut my hair. Whether you were doing well Or about to make a fool Of your only daughter Completely irrelevant As I focused on your Darting nervous eyes The wrinkles in the corners Tightening with ever pass Of those clunky barber scissors. I realized you had no idea What you were doing, But I couldn’t bring myself To pull away from hands That grasp frantically at...

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I took my son to the barbers today, and I sat there and I thought about how it compared to when I was small, All of the equipment is battery driven, but way back when it was scissors that were usually blunt, The seat for a child was a plank of wood, but now they have a...

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As she waked through the door I could tell by the look in her eye Exactly what she wanted and I would be the one to give it to her Sitting her down I wrapped her firmly and released the golden locks Which flowed like silk down her sides My well-oiled tool stroked its way thru her thick mat...

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It’s true, she didn’t ask me to do it. But I could tell the first time we had dinner together, When she mentioned the appointment with her stylist, That she’d not be displeased if I made an appointment of my own. I now look back and see that as a turning point in my life No less disastrous than the...

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he sits she cuts hair once dark like nights of passion shared now white with streaks and still she cuts remembering this once bold man strong and full of challenge mighty shoulders arms that lifted her with ease squeezed her breathless brought her to her knees with love now flaccid weak balding gray this man she loves so dearly fades away through her tears she cuts remembering his loving touch with...

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King of the Jungle Queuing with my homies Houdinis every one. No sharpened  tongues, but scissors, To calm the shaggy throng Not all blokes in this queue, Despite lockdown's grooming blooper, As I stand here and review, Will contest my Bradley Cooper Alas, Delilah wins. It's time to shave my greying locks Hirsute-less head, Yul Brynner, Now the look my ego rocks Now a simple...

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Barbershops all closed, a Covid nonessential. ...

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Before today, the last time Was on February third. I looked a mess; if you had seen me You would have concurred. For shorter hairdos need a trim More often than the long. That in-between length somehow looks Just ultra flat-out wrong! But now that my reflection, Which the mirror does display, Looks a whole lot more familiar, I must cover up the gray!...

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The Haircut Written: by Miracle Man 5/16/2020 My hair is too long due to barbershops shutting, I trim best I can but my hair sure needs cutting. Today, on the street i stand silently waiting, this one man barber shop now has me debating. Gloves on, face masked, thinking is it worth my travail? and my glasses start to fog each time i...

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Flowing gray locks blown by the wind. gives me a look of a hippy woman, wearing bell-bottom jeans with a wide belt, a big-collared shirt covered with a vest of felt. Time for a haircut. Hanging onto my hair length makes me feel secure as I look at the mirror and realize that the only things which changed are the color and...

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Got a special “old man” haircut today At 84, still got lots to comb and display Gonna go on TV Feeling free A new star would emerge in the world of ballet...

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A wooly caveman who has not bathed in years looks better than me My hair is sticking up every which way There is enough dirt under my nails to plant a tree If I could see to drive I might get a haircut I could just cut two little windows into my bangs I have done it before It always freaks...

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