Hairdos Poems - Poems about Hairdos

...These are villanelles by Michael R. Burch and and villanelle-like poems... Villanelle: Trump’s Retribution Resolution by Michael R. Burch My New Year’s resolution? I require your money and ......Read the rest...

...Everyone says to forget him. Whenever I talk randomly about him, They say, "Move on! Let go! Forget him!" Someone better will come, so let your heart swim. It's not that I cling to the past we ......Read the rest...

...Dear God, my selfish look is but a façade; when my spirit is lifeless, dormant within. Dead is the part that should walk with you, God. Dark are the alleys I travel in sin.. The real me is that......Read the rest...

...There’s no such thing as normal For we’re each of us unique, From our styles – blasé or formal – To our hairdos or physique. What we read or eat or order, Where we visit, shop or sleep, If w......Read the rest...

...Millions of girls wanted to be delicate and pretty. Mallory was not one of them, she wanted to be herself. The others flocked to the same places Wanting identical hairdos, copying another girl’s n......Read the rest...

...Windy wild wind whipping flailing and cutting through You bring us together like invisible glue Holding hats and huddling hands clasping crunched capes Jealous soul you bold barometric beast ......Read the rest...

...God lets us see life from every angle. Anklebiters that we are. Fist fighters, black-eyed contenders, snivelers. The boss looks down, looks into our eyes, looks at our feet, looks underneath. We don’......Read the rest...

...Silky polka dots, paisleys, flowered bras too. Printed sweetly in the seventies, reds, and blues. Debbie had the prettiest that was the big news. Hers was rainbow in ambry, type of gentle hues. B......Read the rest...

...Christina knows a thing or two about sacrifice Ceaseless days, cold offices and numbers Checkin' catalogs for the remnant of a social life Eats her lunches at her desk, yet she's dying from hunge......Read the rest...

...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 leng......Read the rest...

...Bertha wore her hair in a bun So tight it made her eyes run She did not care For combing her hair Nor did her mop-haired son......Read the rest...

...Sixties music was so sublime. It was bell bottomed trousers and Motown time. The Tracks of My Tears and Ooh Baby, Baby Our dances to our parents seemed crazy. We would slow grind to Smokey’s cr......Read the rest...

...In a world where change is inevitable we never see it coming new and more advanced search engines hairdos that shock us with color and multi dimensional form faster cars that run on solar energ......Read the rest...

...Let me love your imperfections (That suggest I've chance to win.) Makeup, jewels, fancy hairdos Cover multitudes of sin, Cleanliness the highest virtue That I still aspire to reach. All the r......Read the rest...

...BEAUTIFUL FALL Brisk the breeze that shivers the pines, Excites the mind, in throes of daydreams, About escaping from the tests — that litter of Untimely pop quizzes of consequence. Thrust the......Read the rest...