Scalp Poems - Poems about Scalp

... they sit him down like a tired old man in that throne of leather and iron— old sparky, they called it, like it was some friendly dog. they strap the wrists, ankles, chest, tight enough to st......

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...You are getting on, old fruit Too obese to wear your new suit Your face resembles a wrinkled prune Old age is showing on you too soon, What has happened to your lustrous hair Your scalp is shi......

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... Shhh, silence! Don't bother this Tibetan monk Just leave him be; he is peace personified. Far removed from our disintegrating world ... ......

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... Written: June 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh Quote: "I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in the mountains and the desert..." By Rumi ......

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...It begins at the crown where morning light first touches the geography of her scalp, then tumbles like water finding its own way down the curve of her neck ......

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...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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