Short Barrette Poems
Short Barrette Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Barrette by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Barrette by length and keyword.
The girl in the red barrette
Silently walking downtown
Lifting her hair over top
To watch it slide down
Russell Sivey
Bobby Burnett bought a barrette
For wee, bonny Barbara's long braids.
Braw Bobby beams on wee bonny Babs
As she gaen through the glens and glades.
Form:
Gertrude Besamer was a bunny with style, flair, and class.
She entered Marla’s Tearoom with a bit of jazzy sass.
Marla complimented her on her barrette made of glass.
And her well-padded bustle which enhanced her pretty a….
Squawk! Beetle in your follicles.
Angry molecules.
I want bugs everywhere!
Haha! Please share!
It’s just a barrette?
Regret! Regret!
But I still want to flail.
Howling quail.
Beetle on my mind.
To find.
Fix your hair, girl.
Beetle in the curl.
She was lying on the Ethel’s turret with a sting in the tail
Felt a squirt on her face and barrette; is it the end of the tale?
Water water everywhere water, not a drop to drink
Ho ho the machine does totter, not a moment of wink
She yanked her pants up ,tail between legs, and crossed the sea without sail
A bottle of sore throat relief spray lies on my desk
Along with sixteen torn up pages of past written poems
My cell phone sits here too, a box of Kleenexes, six notebooks
There are two computer monitors on this desk
I like clutter, it makes me feel safe and loved
Is that a barrette? I watch it moving steadily away
A tiny pincher bug, adding a bit of life to this mess
The hair hangs out,
Swishing all about.
Looks like a Bussel sprout!
Or better yet.
Electrocuted,
With a barrette!
Standing on end.
With curls that begin,
And never seem to end.
Always to slick,
With products that itch.
Time to make a proper switch!
Perhaps it needs a shave.
To start all over,
Until it's made!
Yes,
She
Wore a
College girl's
Skirt and sweater and
A barrette in her shoulder length
Hair. She was the college girl of fifteen years ago.
She hadn't kept up with the times the way others had and she had a low-pitched, well-bred
Voice that many people said was subtly insulting.
And confidence and homeliness
Not often seen—met
Together
In one
Face-
One.
mom placed baby’s breath
in my hair
on my wedding day
my hair she’d squeeze
out in the sink
in childhood no need for ink
i’d think ‘ouch’
‘ouch’ the pain
she laid helpless
on her hospice bed
with merely a couple strands
so brave
she said goodbye to hair
knowing it would grow back
it grows back in time
heavenly fine
a barrette placed with care
by her guardian angel
my sad eyes
smile
at this thought
4/26/2021
She waves her skirt on a sidewalk,
Walking and dancing while she talk,
Her lips are red like cherry fruit
Curly hair with amber barrette hook
She smiles like a maiden chick
She has a nice tone of a rosy cheek
Her eyes glow like a star in the night
Beautiful, rounded dark brown eyes
Why she needs to be a one…?
Where she is pretty and her beauty is beyond
Why she need to be a one…?
Where there are lots of fishes in the ocean…
Shakespeare's pen surrendered to retirement,
Elizabeth Barrette Browning a constant motivation,
Robert Barette Browning, love's companion,
The mysteries of God's universe,
Discovered by humanity,
Honourable companions of the past,
A memory of contemporary excellence,
Companions of the present,
Defined traditionally,
God's nature encompassing us daily,
Blossoming through the seasons,
A writer's paradise.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Anxiety girl could turn any situation into something worse.
If someone stole your barrette, she’d say they had stolen her purse.
She looked for the bad under every rock, ledge, collar and chair.
Thinking that no one in the world liked her or gave a care.
Anxiety girl could shake her hands at will.
She focused on the bad, that was her usual drill.
Her habitat was to live in the worst place she could ever be.
People ran from her often, and this included me.