Short Shaving Poems
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“Why did you stop shaving, Jesse?”
It is my attempt to project a façade
of masculinity in the face of rejection
by the opposite sex
mugs for shaving cant you see
tea and coffee not for me
each morning light
whiskers take flight
fine use of time you agree.
Last night I consumed too much grog
This morning awoke in a fog
and though I'm unsure
of the bartender's cure
I'm shaving the hair off my dog
2.26.11
~ I Just Thought of This - Just Now!* ~
Palaver rhymes with cadaver ~
Compare, these days, to shaving lather
*Yep. It shows.
I stole a look from across the bar
she smiled back knowing I was not far,
but when it came time to move
I should have thought to remove...
toilet paper from my shaving scar!
A poet once went without shaving
About his beard no one was raving
They all screamed, “Fecal stuff,
from Cooties in the buff!”
Went after him with razors waving!
Arty stuff No 9
An impressionist called Vincent van Gogh
Developed a bit of a cough,
Whilst shaving one morning
He coughed without warning
And THAT'S how he cut his ear off!!
Woke up this morning groggy and dazed
Must have slept well, my eyes were all glazed
Walked into a wall
Then peed in the hall
Cut myself shaving, bled freely from my face
Woke up this morning groggy and dazed
Must have slept well, my eyes were all glazed
Walked into a wall
Then peed in the hall
Cut myself shaving, bled profusely from my face
Shaving your
Scales mermaid,
And against
your will.
Beautiful sea
Creature, a siren
Entrancing the
Loneliest of
Seamen.
I bless the
Sea Captain,
The Admiral
Inside you.
To your rescue.
I am looking at myself
Every day
When I shave
In the mirror
Why shave every day
When you can get away
With less
Women also should start shaving
Everyone needs to look at themselves
At least sometimes
Shave a little more
at your own risk
Form:
There was once a sweet gal named Mary
Whose face and legs were kind of hairy
She shaved once a week
One day she nicked her cheek
Had to get shaving advice from Larry
4-11-17
Alexis Y.
It is a Myth I tell you.
Men don't lose their hair,
It just graduates from here to there.
I swear,
If I live long enough,
And decide to take my shoes off,
I will find some there,
And have to start shaving my feet,
Which will be quite a feat.
It is a myth I tell you.
Men don't lose their hair,
It just gravitates from here,
to there.
I swear if I live long enough,
And decide to take my shoes off,
I will find some there,
And have to start shaving my feet,
Which would be quite a feat.
did declare a truce
a slogan started to use
must try to amuse
we started shaving
into them started caving
have been behaving
are apprehensive
expensive and sensitive
being extensive
when we reached an end
many people would offend
to jail them will send
i've given
my give
i've begun
my begin
not even
shouting
at my image
mirrored before
me for surely
it's not me or
wasn't what
was me before
for now after
shaving finding
beneath years
of beard growth
the face of
a baby a
baby's
wrinkly
bottom
Form:
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
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blunt open razor
shaving atoms off my face
pimples are irksome
i’ve had a terrible day
as cogs appear through my jaw
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My passion is love,
anger, sorrow and hate.
I accept my mission.
I will be on this journey till it ends or it ends me.
I will abuse all of my senses to the fullest degree.
I will raise every bar to the bottom of every glass.
I'll keep shaving my face and wiping the ...... off my ass.
It’s an epidemic really,
Putting a price on the putty we all need
Now it’s all porcelain.
But porcelain can’t make porcelain
You were once pudgy just like me,
I watch as you scoff at the familiarities,
Meanwhile an eraser is shaving down the final pigment of your palace.
Subliminally I come before you;
I am bruised, covered in circumstances;
Through this life I am used;
Fashioned and shaving like a wooden dowel;
There is slow coming back from this;
People from the glass bottoms on trial;
Refusing their denials;
12/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
She was sixteen and he was between
Shaving or just letting them grow
She was so coy and he was a boy
Convinced that he must love her so
He tried it all that Summer and Fall
And he even shed her a tear
She weakened one night 'neath pale moonlight -
Sixteen was a very good year
10-4-18
For contest Rhyme Battle XI for Juli-Michelle
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
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My mind has been completely somewhere else these days.
The following is an example of what I mean.
I just went to spray my deodorant on
and now I'm all covered with shaving cream.
Inspired by Carolyn's little episode, which like mine sadly, is a true story.
A "Brush" with Horror
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What do you do if you lose a leg
Put on an artificial one instead
And if your eye sight needs improving
Glasses are the thing to get them moving
But alas if your hair is what’s missing
Wearing a toupee will get you some ribbing
So there seems no hope for a nude nut living
Except shaving it all without apologies or forgiving.
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