Shaving Poems - Poems about Shaving

Before a misty morning mirror above a half-filled basin such cold water was I braving simply to lave my face in but the coldest cut of all and it only hurts when I smile I severely slit myself while I was busy shaving but did my frozen fingers fumble or was it just a rusty razor which sorely needs replacement that figured in my defacement as there...

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April 4—Personal grooming… Ending Daily Shaving in Retirement When Sam Adams retired from the U.S. Department of State, he made five vows which he kept for years. first, he would quit daily shaving shaving once or twice a month second, he would never wear a suit and tie instead opting for the northwest look Long pants, khaki or jeans, T-shirt and a Western-style shirt like a Pendleton...

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Young boys and girls learn as they grow with age not to shave to rough or else!...

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mugs for shaving cant you see tea and coffee not for me each morning light whiskers take flight fine use of time you agree. ...

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I've scrapped the last one off, No more hair there! Each whisker removed, Forth width, Only took a little bit. The fur coat I grow, It's ridiculous, I know! On the way out, My hairs do shout! "Do not forsake us! We will, ...

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At Peace And In Sweet Awe Of Bronze Shaving Of New Rising Moon Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin' campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove. Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing...

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flat morning water startled by harsh reflection his youth disappeared...

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In sync with your cadence Your heart pounds Your blood as hot as your rubber Every molecule so engorged Sweat alone separates you from your chrome While you peel off a spoke fine line Through rush hour traffic Tearing a strip off of death High On a deadline 04/07/2019 Your Amphetamine Poetry Contest Sponsored by Anthony Slausin...

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I know I shaved the hair off this week The razor was a solid brand I felt my legs afterwards, They were smooth as baby Yet today I saw My legs are dark Curly hair Grew all Back So maybe it was a week or two Could possibly might have been I shaved them hard on my knee Hair floated down the drain Grooming is no fun The hair...

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Under the carpet. Your siren has no Sound. I can't find my Locker, but the Next class I'm not sitting Next to you. And you, Short Stop, have paused Me. Money doesn't Solve my Enviousness. Of the wife, the Eventual Insemination Of your kind. Shaving in the Morning, I think Of your whiskers. And with a cat's Tongue I am tied and Torn...

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God Started Shaving Off my sins God started shaving Me from them was always saving From each one he would release Efforts to help others did increase At God each morning will be waving. Jim Horn http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx...

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Since time immemorial, or so I've heared, Mankind has struggled to tame his beard. Was it Adam who imposed upon us this atrocious curse? (I reckon I could sport a beard but to that I am averse.) I've scraped and nicked my mug fer nigh on four-score years, So I will...

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Shaving In The Dark Blood on my face. A wound from shaving in the dark. A scar from an angry battle with my soul. This is how the story goes. A simple question from my little girl. A question of the things of life. A chance for hope. A chance to share some wisdom to help her cope. I chose to set things right, to fill...

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Under the carpet. Your siren has no Sound. I can't find my Locker, but the Next class I'm not sitting Next to you. And you, Short Stop, have paused Me. Money doesn't Solve my Enviousness. Of the wife, the Eventual Insemination Of your kind. Shaving in the Morning, I think Of your whiskers. And with a cat's Tongue I am tied and Torn...

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Most men shave every day. It is Our ritual of hygiene and vanity. A clean, freshly shaven face will get results, restore our sanity. The act of shaving makes us think, about our imperfections, the mirror is unfair but also indispensable, our nervous hands grow steady there. Lately I have begun to see another side of me. As I spread the creamy...

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