Short Beard Poems
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There once was a woman who feared
her man would not shear his beard
and so for fun
she got her gun
and it quickly disappeared!
The man who a Pharaoh would be
Must dress for success to the T.
The hair 'neath his chin
Must wrap round his shin:
It cannot be just to the knee!
Santa dyed his beard black
The reindeers thought he was lack
Of his luster and zing
He even took off his ring
So, they decided to take up the slack
There once was a man with a beard.
That people thought was extremely weird.
He shaved it away
On a bright sunny day.
And now he's tremendously feared.
Gray Beard
Gray beard, wrinkled hands.
Your work is not the etcher.
Time too soon past is.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/ 5/ 2008. Revisited 11-13-09
A white beard
The shred of whiskers
Tossed about
The unraveled hairs
Tenderly expressed
Russell Sivey
For Gogyoka
Is actually a 3/5/3/5/5
I kinda suspect that this will sound weird,
but my favored body part is my beard!
My salt-and-pepper face
never looks out of place!
It's been twenty years since it premiered!
Grandma's Beard
Once the great grandma had beard;
But the goat had a kick for her beard.
For a pageant he hired it one day
And never returned.
Look, he wears it till today!
The mighty seas controlled by Ginger Beard,
A prolific pirate creepy and feared;
His ship commanded grit,
Filled with obnoxious wit;
The ship sank and the treasures disappeared.
Beard wearing goes in cycles in men
Women not so much, avoiding the trend
The midst of an upswing
More manly's the thing
Even horses sport a pasture length append
Beard Worn By Priest
Could see his face covered and smeared,
By God with bright and benevolent beard;
Temptation fought;
Attention brought;
To us all would seem strange and weird.
Jim Horn
Some call me looney, some call me weird
Some wonder what I'd look like without a beard
You don't want to know
It's a horrible show
Can easily turn accolades into resounding jeers
Some call me looney, some call me weird
Some wonder what I'd look like without a beard
You don't want to know
It's a horrible show
It can easily turn accolades to resounding jeers
Some call me looney, some call me weird
Some wonder what I'd look like without a beard
You don't want to know
It's a horrible show
It can easily turn accolades to resounding jeers
Some call me looney, some call me weird
Some people wonder what I'd look like with no beard
You don't want to know
It's a horrible show
It can easily turn accolades to resounding jeers
Goatee beards look good
Very sophisticated as they should
So sculpting on the face
Carefully trimmed so in place
Usually worn by older men
Tinged with grey a distinguished blend.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Santa says come sit on my knee little girl
Got something to show you, see it twirl
Touch it if you'd like
I'll bring you a bike
Notice how Santa's beard started to curl
© Jack Ellison 2013
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Though i grunt
your latch
both yourn mitts
mine mane
yourn grip
'Tiz
the lift uv
mine goose'z
bumps
see the beard of a beggar
each strand tells a tale
see the length
telling/surmising his walking distance
see the fading colours
flashing us his lost darken dreams
see it so shaggy
showing a blank dreary future
Old Ferdie had a bushy beard
when bathing some birds just appeared
two cocks and a hen
a rook and a wren
were nesting, it truly was weird!
Inspired after spotting a man with a HUGE beard
1/2/19
Some call me looney, some call me weird
Some people wonder what I'd look like with no beard
You don't want to know
It's a horrible show
It can easily turn accolades to resounding jeers
© Jack Ellison 2015
(Limerick )
His beard was as white as pure snow
And look'd like the Santa that you all know
He washes it with rice
And keeps it so nice
And each day rubs it hard to make grow!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright2014
September, 8, 2014
I want to grow a giant woman’s beard
That way I would have a fun but glorious secret
As I smirk at you peons who would never guess
What I know that you do not.
Behind my pandemic mask I would feel superior
Maybe for just a tiny short hour or fifteen minutes
But it would be a start.
oh no
what is that caught in my beard?
a chocolate chip and some salsa dip
winter woolly coats and a herd of goats
seaside rocks and a pair of stripy socks
a large corn husk and a double decker bus
a day oh a day feeling very very weird
but how did all that get caught in my beard?
The old clock had grown
a beard of dust.
The ink in the Underwood's ribbon
long dried in silence.
Frayed tassels of an old desk lamp
hung over the motionless pen.
Gnarled hands etched
the pain of goodbye.
Grandmother's rocker was still.
So was he.
7/3/2020
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