Poems About: HAIR

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In this page, poems on / about “hair” are listed.

  • 109.
    Haircut Payback

    My wife cuts my hair
    my hippie days are done
    the kitty below my chair
    thinks the severed locks are fun read more »

    Chuck Audette
  • 110.
    HAIR

    Why is my hair the way it is
    I want it to shimmer and shine read more »

    Watchful Steward
  • 111.
    Hair

    Hair is frizzy, they have gone crazy
    so hard, so brittle they make me hazy
    what to do about these unruly hair
    they are such a constant worry read more »

    Warrior Writes
  • 112.
    Pull Pull Pull (A Trich Story)

    It's what's on my mind
    Just another hair
    Just one more time
    Pull pull pull read more »

    Cati Walthall
  • 113.
    My haircut

    My haircut,
    It was a misserable time,
    To watch my hair go,
    Snip, snip, snip, read more »

    Trenton watson
  • 114.
    Adoring An Unravished Beauty

    You’re a beauty from hair to feet;
    Your hips as curving as a rainbow;
    I’ll adore you without deceit;
    You’re a beauty from hair to feet; read more »

    Raymond Uyok
  • 115.
    50 Hair

    Not alive when born
    But born when grown*

    Black when born read more »

    Athul KrishnaA
  • 116.
    You've Never Loved Til' You've Loved in a Bug

    You've never loved
    Til' you've loved in a Bug
    Hair tangled on speed shift
    Feet tangled in clutch read more »

    Barry A. Lanier
  • 117.
    some things that we keep forever

    a handwritten name on a
    grade one paper
    a handkerchief with a
    name embroidered on it read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 118.
    Beautiful Mother

    Mother's hair was golden in olden days
    She was known as 'The beautiful One'
    And although her hair has turned to silver
    She still shines like read more »

    Joyce Hemsley
  • 119.
    The Hair

    The ritual evanesced when we observed it,
    The ritual completed when our lice grew.
    The head was full of lice, I hear them and saw each of them,
    Restraining the children with feet, the arms also. read more »

    Naveed Akram
  • 120.
    Far

    Far from years, forever despairs
    That awful, crazy Bulker’s hairs.
    Far’s (as) they go, forever part pairs
    To catch the flies in fin airs. read more »

    Deepta Protik Osman
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