Poems About: HAIR
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
181.Pretty Lil' Princess
A pretty little princess danced before my eyes
Soon we shared these loving longing sighs read more »BEAU GOLDEN
182.Black is color of my true love's hair
So many songs have been written about my love.
The beautiful color of my true love's hair. The hair of a powerful beauty.
Black as a wormhole or as simple as a crayon.
Made of ions, electrons and protons, my love must have created all things read more »Josephe Buchanan
183.Her Wet Hair Feels Cool on My Skin
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin
As she came fresh from the shower.
She lies near me and rest begins. read more »william mcgehee
184.You scratch your head, I stretch my hair
</>The last sip of water...
I'm waiting for drinking another bottle of wine read more »Garland Jodie Jeen
185.Do You Know?
Do You Know?
Do you notice me watching
how your hair falls around your face,
how your eyes shift from side to side, read more »Amanda Miranda
Charming lady- let fly your silky and black hair
On your unkempt hair who the angel will faster flower read more »BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
You've already taken my lunch, my socks, my long-distance binocs,
Now what do you want?
More Hair! read more »John W. McEwers
Top of my head;
Where's my hair?
Seems like only yesterday it was all there, read more »Thomas Tobey
189.Gone but not forgotten.
My father's bald and wears a wig
My older brother shaves his head
I wonder is it infra dig
Agreeing with what mother said. read more »ivor or ivor.e hogg
Knots and tangles in my hair,
grandma sitting on her chair,
me in front on a stool so low,
brushes and combs all in a row. read more »Edwina Reizer
191.The Legend Of Big Foot
A hairy man once roamed the earth,
a hairy thing, was he from birth,
the years would come, the years would go,
each year that passed, his hair would grow, read more »Elizabeth Lindberg
I got down onto the bed and started kissing you but my long hair got in the way and I felt like I kissed myself.
Long straight hair which fell onto your head was the wall between me and you and I feared if I said: I love you, I would be saying it to myself. read more »Maria Junnonen