Poems About: HAIR

Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went on a lingerie
tear, wanting to look like a moll
in a Chandler novel. Dinner, consisting of three parts gin
and one part lime juice cordial, was a prelude to her hair. read more »

He did not know which way to go?
On mountain high, capped cold with snow.
His matted hair tossed to and fro,
He did not know which way to go. read more »

There is this girl
She is a beautiful blue eyed and blonde hair girl
She’s so beautiful its hard to talk to her
She leaves me breathless every time read more »

The moment when you looked into my eyes
I knew I was hooked
With those piercing blue eyes I can’t erase
Pulling my hair with a smile on your face read more »

She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the color of my eye
She has the body of my hand read more »

you had swept back your bangs for the first time
when I saw you under the apple tree
the flower-comb in your hair
I thought you yourself were a flower too. read more »

Sleep, darling
I have a small
daughter called
Cleis, who is read more »

'Mid my gold-brown curls
There twined a silver hair:
I plucked it idly out
And scarcely knew 'twas there. read more »

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Crisis is a Hair
Toward which the forces creep read more »

I do my best
But that's not enough
I gotta be strong
I gotta be tough read more »

Mother, when will my hair-braid grow?
milk you said will make it grow,
but still it remains so short.
Mother when will my hair-braid grow read more »

there is this little girls with black curly hair
flat nose, thin eyelashes, wavy goatish eyelids,
sitting on a bamboo pole
(the common furniture there) read more »