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Best Poems About / On HAIR
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Hair
Wide cheeks? Let the hair hide the ears.
Broad forehead? Let the hair spills in front.
Dwarf neck? Let the hair in knot be up.
Lanky figure? Let the hair falls on shoulders.
Hair being dense is an asset to woman
27.03.2006
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
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Hairbrush
how i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair
i wish you'd hold me in your hands
and let me skate thru all the strands
of your hair, of your hair
i could style it anyway you like it
i could brush it straight or even spike it
au contraire! au contraire!
or i would wait patiently in my box
until next i would comb the locks
of your hair, of your hair
i would braid it tight, tousle, and tease!
or pull it back in a ponytail, if you please;
if you dare, if you dare
how often is it a man confesses
that he wish to run barefoot thru the tresses
of your hair, of your hair?
you may think me a little touch'd
but can i tell you just how much
i hate your hairbrush?
this obsession may be zealous
but can i tell you just how jealous
i am of your hairbrush? !
Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
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Her Hair
As she releases the hair straight
The breeze couldnt wait to caress
And smell
Her soft hair.
As she walks across the floor
Her hair dances vivaciously
To the rhythm her feet takes.
The hair, her hair
Carries the weight of her charisma
Swaying to the gentle motion of her existence.
I admire her hair from a distance
And smile silently to my hearts content,
When her hair turns and smiles at me, seductively black.
Her hair
Her crown
Shines like silken thread
To match her glowing beauty.
©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 040908.
cyclopseven Ram
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Gray
I glance into the mirror to find my hair turning gray. Looking at the clock it says the same time it does everyday. It does not tell me the years but yet my hair does. Where has my youth clock gone? I want to believe it has cheated me, taken away my firm golden skin, my long, flowing, curly hair, my rested eyes, wrinkle -free hands. Then I remember there is a reason for my non shimmering hair. I have earned it. I realize it is genetics that give young ladies their glow, but time makes them beautiful. This hair holds stories and events, theirs hold childlike mistakes and hair products. I have made it to the age where this gray hair is almost a sign of youth. I know i am lucky to be alive, to have made it to this age. I am lucky to have my gray hair.
Victoria Horn
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