Short Hair Poems
Short Hair Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hair by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hair by length and keyword.
be neat going walk a beat
shape up
do this stuff
get it clean
look like a mag drream
for a buck
get a
HAIR CUT
What's the big deal? Once combed, all is right in the world again, am I right?
Date written: 10/28/2019
Angels wove her dresses
pirouetting 'cross the moon
Cherubs curled her tresses
wound 'round a golden spoon
some smell sweet
to wash is a treat
make hair shine
you go wince and dine
and hair looks toot
its
HAIR AND
SHAMPOO
under hair dryer
silver hair covered in foil ~
highlight of my day
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017
You’ve got something on you’re tongue Claire
You don’t need bling cause you look fair
And one more thing do brush your hair
foretaste of summer
clinging to old memories
winter hair swaying
First in 1428 ANY NEW POEM Contest by Brian Strand
Hair Care
The hair care bottles in
the shower stall can do
breathtaking manoeuvrers, for example,
rolls and loops.
Less than flattering waistline
mocks ever-thinning hairline
Disappearing gray matter
makes head look even fatter
mabe am thinking
and blinking
and drinking
to much
no longer do
i have touch
am still the boss
tho i have
HAIR LOSS
if its long
no matter how strong
can get out controll
so be bold
pull it up and cup
that s how to win
its
HAIR AND PINS
so it one of a kind
has a glow and shine
you clean it too
so much this cleaning will do
treat it fair
its
HAIR AND SHAMPOO
I met a sixties hippie
his hair it was quite flippy
I said he should cut it
he told me to shut it
oh man, did he get lippy
i love the way your chest hair smells
it makes me feel quite rude
it smells much better than old spice
and mothers home made food
Practice
Practice
Dumb within
A soldier’s haircut
Woman's skin
Driven children
Swollen tears
Bronze medallion
Wasted years
One perfect hair
on a head quite bare
may seem unorthodox
Yet it surely was
for Dr. Suess
never a paradox
Tara McNiell -
your heart will steal,
once the lady fair
fiddles as flames fly through the air,
but it's only Tara's hair.
Don't make me yawn
Just pick
One color
It doesn't much matter anyway
What color
You pick
Any will do, aside from the original
Earth and Heaven comprise one life
Adjoining rooms Eternity occupy.
With no partition to speak of.
No interim suggesting we die.
My wheat ringlets
join my grandmother's thick dark hair
— incompatible
to those who throw stones
and call me "white Indian"
it has to be set
after being wet
so you must get
its your hair fine one nair
and go to the store
it be a good buyer
get a
HAIR DRYER
Curly's twirly
frizzy's dizzy
Straight ain't crazy
wavy's straight
Hair can define
personality
Even predict
sexuality
On the top of
my head it sits
my very own what,
in it's natural form
waiting on my next
act of violence
upon it I will perform...
Form:
Lilies and Glenda’s hair
"Haiku"
By Angerry Feliciano
The breeze from the east
Make the lilies of valley
Wave like Glenda’s hair
Carrot top played truth or dare
Soaked the pool with his hair
He was too ashamed
To lose the game
Instead he got chlorine in red hair