Scalp Poems - Poems about Scalp

...My hair! My hair! Where has it all gone? I had more yesterday, long and blonde But now it falls, like leaves on a tree How could my hair be so mean to me! Well, I must admit, I was not fair Ca......

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...Today, my hair is jazz— wild coils improvising in the wind, syncopated with no apology. It scats when I walk, riffs when I laugh, and plays the truth off-key because it knows perfection never ......

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...I’ve bloomed well past blossom season, no fleshy pink petals here. Wrinkles appear now. Feet left by crow. You see the grey in the brown, see a patch of scalp showing. You see the change in my g......

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...I’ve bloomed past blossom season, a frame held by flesh, fragile. Wrinkles appear now, near feet left by crow. You see the grey in the brown, see a patch of scalp showing, you see the change in my......

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... He said he’d watched a tutorial. He said symmetry was a myth fueled by Big Geometry. I laughed. That was my first mistake. My second was passing him the scissors without asking him about h......

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... Anxiously he waits for his wife She was supposed to be home at five He needs to teach her a lesson He knows she will after this session five minutes later, she opens the door Without greetin......

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...DUSTY POET Dust before donkey doomed a wicked whirlwind grains of wisdom wrinkle sand webs dust devitalise land here there everywhere nowhere ......

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...With threads of your hair, you stitched up my soul, Each strand a tether to moments unspoken. I’d sit cross-legged, the floor cool beneath us, While your hands worked through my tangles, Carrying......

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...“Let who is without sin, throw da first stone.” - dat Jesus Guy Throughout history Many eyes have seen Their own two hands ... ......

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...Today I grieve... and tomorrow. Every tear that falls on the second jaw is there because of gravity, or sorrow has something to do with it-- my leaking groundward as fingers grasp my crown......

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...Did not my eyes got to open? Or was I seeing something else? Was I not watching yours oh right Forgotting your other half I just wanted to love you But you did not let me Weren't you fine with......

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...Dare to tell my story, unique and bold, Compose and consume, my truth to unfold. Dare to voice my choices, loud and clear, Dare to stop the unwanted, and calm my fear. Like a sculptor, I'll chi......

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...As I lay on my sofa after returning from traumatic brain injury pain management NEUROLOGISTS my therapist drove me to my appointments today was the day they installed over 60 wires probes glu......

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..."If we would need a boy for prom and someone would ask us-" "I wouldn't accept him" "But I didn't even mention his name. I meant everybody, who it might be." "Yeah, I am just saying" Sigh......

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...POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS Fair Game by Michael R. Burch At the Tennessee State Fair, the largest stuffed animals hang tilt-a-whirl over the pool tables with mocking button eyes, knowing the p......

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