Short Salons Poems

Short Salons Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Salons by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Salons by length and keyword.


Cafe De La Paix

My fate to be a watcher…
“Regarder Les Autres”
and write from alleys dark but real,
salons for words ill-bred 

(Le Grande Hotel Paris: May, 1978)


Premium Member 'tittle-Tattle'

My wings are in immaculate form It would assist in keeping me informed I’d fly from pillar to post In salons I'll be engrossed Truth be told, I’ll never be misinformed
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Deloris Dishpa -A Girl Who Likes Swans--

Deloris Dishpa A Girl who likes Swans--


There once was a girl who liked swans.
She said, "See the lovely vons!"
It was rather young,
But not quite egg fu yung
She couldn't say no to the salons.

3/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.  2019©
A Limerick by James Edward Lee Sr.
Form: Limerick

In Spite of a Rising Sun

In spite of this rising, darkening sun
I will bathe in the rays of the brightest light
And stare straight at the source
To prove that I will not lay down to die
Or lie paralyzed

I will dance beneath the brightness
of a million tanning salons being burned to the ground
And sing songs over the sounds of their collapse
To show that I will not go without resistance
Form:

Premium Member Breezy

"Granny cut my hair", grandson said "I'll just take you to town". "No, don't spend that money", he said "Ouch, that pulls" said with frown Those ladies and men at those salons Make it look so easy Just run those clippers up those heads In just one sweep breezy Well to tell truth, heads are odd shaped Those clippers don't just flow There are bumps along crooked way Had to plough trifallow
Form: Rhyme


Give Me Not

Give not your angelic smiles
the world has had enough of it
Your hair I do not need at all
salons know all its secrets

Give me not your pretty body
dresses massage it everyday 
Your lips I shall not admire
food has finished its sweetness

Give me not your lovely looks
it is a park yard of the  rainbow
Your beautiful feet I want not
shoes eat for breakfast and lunch

It’s your heart I need as best of gifts
A summary of all goodness it carries
Form: Sonnet

Phase Two

The playground gates are open
And folks can eat outdoors
In restaurants and bars, as well as 
Shop inside of stores.

Salons and barbershops will make
Appointments for their cuts
But masks must be in place, of course,
No ifs or ands or buts.

Though offices may now begin
To welcome back their staff, 
The occupancy at one time
Cannot be more than half.

The city’s slowly crawling back, 
Yet normal it is not.
I guess we should appreciate 
The “normal” that we’ve got.
Form: Rhyme

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