Short Stylist Poems

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


Premium Member We Try To Get the One Who Tips

we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too
They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due
we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such
we like our regulars, and we hear so much!
only one gives us a tip we try to get him


Lifeline

Instead of calling
the suicide hotline,
you make an appointment
to get a haircut:

you know that your sense
of responsibility
won’t allow you
to stand up your stylist.

From my collection "The Eden of Perhaps".
NOT written during, or related to, the pandemic.

Premium Member A Hair Raising Poem - Bawdy

Stark naked, Sue walks down her stairs Huge boobies dangle like ripe pears Sue’s ‘hair’ stylist was lax With her Brazilian wax Short curlies remain, but who cares! 8,8,6,6,8 Checked with How Many Syllables Limerick Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin 05/15/23
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Darling Doris Dollar- -

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Polyester jewels ravage her neck; Her clothes are stylist and yet; Money she has no remorse; She’s gotten all she got, from being divorced; Darling Doris Dollar; Got more monies than any others; It’s a shame the next man she gets; Gonna have to sign a Prenup…
12/8/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Gypsy Tipsey Gal

sHE STOOD PROUD
SMILING.
HER FACE AS
 BEAUTIFUL AS HER
STYLIST ALLOWED.
ONE SPOKE
i DON'T KNOW WHY,
 BUT IT IS jULY  IN 2024
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
THEN SHE SAID
IN HER NAITIVE TOUNGE
SOMETHING THAT PUZZED ME
SINCE. SHE SAID:
"ELLE PORTAIT UN
COSTUME DE CORPS
AUX TONS CHAIR:
AVES UNE CINQUIEME
BOUTEILLE DE LA
LIQUEUR GAY
SUR L'ETIQUETTE.
c'ETAIT JUSTE SUR
ELLE
SWIG - SWAGGLER!"
Form: Bio


Premium Member Haircut - Judges 16

It’s true, she didn’t ask me to do it.
But I could tell the first time we had dinner together,
When she mentioned the appointment with her stylist,
That she’d not be displeased if I made an appointment of my own.
I now look back and see that as a turning point in my life
No less disastrous than the one that reduced 
That other slayer of Philistines to similar misfortune.
But I’ll rattle these temple pillars yet. 
Just give me time.
Form: Verse

Tresses

I am a sucker for long black hair,
darker the better, know it’s not fair,
though like some reds, ebon's my fave,
occasional highlights can make me rave.

Prefer it soft, not too much curl,
no length too long, windswept fine furl.
Bound in a braid, the stylist well paid
creation so lovely on shoulder laid.

Or behind flowing, like waterfall,
shiny and magic on woman tall,
it can be short, cut to the roots
but rather it touching her leather boots.
© Jim Tidd  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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