Poems About: HAIR

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

  • 109.
    Kelsey

    One day,
    I'd like a daughter named Kelsey
    One with flaming red hair
    Spotted with freckles read more »

    Rae Che
  • 110.
    Laura Said It Wasn't Red

    Look real quickly over there
    The hottest girl with auburn hair
    She's a beauty not a queen
    Queens don't come in red and green read more »

    BEAU GOLDEN
  • 111.
    A Molested Porcupine On My Head

    Regarding the daily disintegration of my bad haircut
    in awed astonishment, the moth-eaten ends forming
    the outline of a badly battered mop read more »

    Margaret Alice
  • 112.
    50 Hair

    Not alive when born
    But born when grown*

    Black when born read more »

    Athul KrishnaA
  • 113.
    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
  • 114.
    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
  • 115.
    My First Boyfriend

    My first Boyfriend
    was Stanley Gardner
    whomI met in kindy
    all thirty long years ago. read more »

    Kaci Tami
  • 116.
    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
  • 117.
    If You Can Do Hair With Flair

    If You Can Do Hair With Flair

    If you can do hair
    and do it with flair read more »

    Alfreda Doyle
  • 118.
    Smell of your hair

    rolling over in bed this night
    I found a little hidden delight
    for on the pillow I smelled your hair
    making me wish that you were still there read more »

    james d nall,jr
  • 119.
    A Love Song

    Velvet veil of violets has covered thy hair
    Ruby red roses kneel to form thy bed
    Pretty plump pansies bend to pamper thee
    Dormant drowsy dews on daffodils are shed read more »

    Farshid Rezaee
  • 120.
    Where the Real Man is

    mirror, the man looks
    and arranges his hair
    looks, and arranges his hair read more »

    john tiong chunghoo
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