Poems About: HAIR
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
205.day in day out
in the morning you work
the work is dull till you see her
with hair as golden as the sun
a face that only compairs to the gods read more »daniel thompson
206.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
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
210.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
She was so very peacefully still
With her hands gently crossed as she held beads
And her collar clear up to her neck
And her hair perfectly coiffed in a way read more »Holly Jamestone
212.Hallelujah: A Sestina
A wind's word, the Hebrew Hallelujah.
I wonder they never gave it to a boy
(Hal for short) boy with wind-wild hair.
It means Praise God, as well it should since praise read more »Robert Francis
213.The Bonnie Lass o' Dundee
O' a' the toons that I've been in,
I dearly love Dundee,
It's there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lass I love to see. Her face is fair, broon is her hair, read more »William Topaz McGonagall
214.The farmer and his wife (Sestina)
A girl was lying down flat on her back
with a straw hat at eye height over hair,
she was sun-struck, curling and fair
with a rain cloud ominous and black read more »Gert Strydom
215.Waiting For You (Sestina)
The tangled wood reminds me of your hair -
dark like the night and falling in whispers.
Kneeling underneath the sheltering pines,
I sip silence and stroke the memories. read more »Linda Marie Van Tassell
216.'Hair Styles I Remember'
There are hairstyles I remember wearing
oh so long ago.
My father had a fit with most of them
told me, 'go comb that mess out before you go! ' read more »Linda Winchell