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Unlike, Snow White in the celebrated enchanted story, my sable sista sports a coiled crown of glory. She use to press her strands straight, or level her thick crinkled mane with lye.
Beware of The HAIR YEAH... BEWARE of The HAIR … !!! DON'T You Dare STARE In Case My Hair... Decides To SCARE And ATTACK Your Lair … !!!!!!!!!!! Yeah It May Get DREAD And... LOCK Like Feds' " … !!!
I died my hair bright red the other day; now my curls are poisonous snakes. Twisting, turning, tangling.   We know that in nature, bright colors mean posionous.
A mane untame like a horse,The frayed strands of my hair stays fully coarse.My hair is black and distraught and full of frizz,I only worsen my hair with the use of hairspray, Whizz!
my hair is dark in the summer time before it was light in the winter it doesn't really  make any sense it was different before but before I didn't need a steady light in the 
in May I cut my hair as short as I dared and stood before you with bared neck. and then suddenly I didn't anymore resemble the little girl who sat on your lap, looking up,
Sitting around  a new day in town. Start a new year all my friends are here. The look at me  and all they see is my cut up hair. "It was my choice!" I strain my voice
  Unsure eyes well with tears - Hair donated mere hours ago. Shorter than it has ever been, Reflecting the fuse inside.   Pallid hands grip the vanity,
Reflection September 10, 2018 ~ Monday Wake up one day Staring into the face of someone I don’t recognize Are those my eyes or hers
the first picture taken of me sits in an altar by my bedside, a reminder of everything I have been given from day one. a baby, curls of onyx in my eyes, nose-deep in a book.
Heels on Makeup done  Dress on  Picture posted    I'm here  Move out of the way  I'm gonna blow your mind  I'm gonna crush this tonight   Look out world Here I come 
Miladys,   For all my springs, I was a lion With kinks and knots in my hair "Your hair's too tough to comb!
Your hair flows within the cold winter breeze and the scent of it causees me glee. I feel strange as a girl to enjoy hair of this earl. Its curls have enticed me to approach thee. I hope you are okay with me.
  Winding Strands of silken air, Rushing 'round my clothes and hair, Round and round the Earth they fly, Climbing high without a care.  
Bald isn't a curse! Hair seems to be the epitome of beauty Keeping it kept up seems to be a woman's duty Keep it long keep it thick Edges laid edges slicked Outside yea its brick
her hair hangs loosely  dark, curly, and beautiful  no one else like her 
Rapunzel, Rapunzel had a lot of hair So thick, so dense No stylist would dare   She stayed in a tower In the middle of town Combing and spraying Detangling and braiding  
Once upon a time, in a tower- tall, far and kept away lived Rapunzel, a secret princess in her day   Her father, the King made a mistake he could not take back
Rapunzel was alone most days and most nights She grew sad and felt no meaning was meant for her Her golden hair grew long and luscious Her once bright purple dress turned cold and frail
Damn, her hair is this long climbing up this wall? I wonder how tall she is I wonder how much hair this is? I wonder could we sell it all make this into weave for many girls
Hair. My hair is beautiful. I have the hair of a princess. Long and flowy, and shines in sun; perfect in every way  I deserve the hair of a princess. 100 brush strokes every night
Rapunzel: Prince, Prince, let down your beard to me I've never been kissed by someone so hairy My mom is on me to find a man to love I was trespassing and saw your stubble above
My hands already know how to braid my hair   At 15, I cut my hairthe ends tickle my chin.sensational.   At 8, my hair is too short to braid.  
It took a bug flying into my hair To make me realize.   A little beetle, Brown, And scared, As I frantically untangles it from my mane.   I buzzed way, Barely escaping suffocation
You'll sit on a friend's chair, hands fumbling in your lap as bright red tresses float down Like leaves in autumn. When you look in the mirror you might skim a hand over your head,
  My mother always said that you can judge someone’s life by looking at their hair If it’s sticky and untamed They’re dirty If it’s slicked neatly back
I have hair on my legs, under my arms, and on my crotch, But I do not consider it to be any different than the hair on my head.
Luscious blonde to black, Every color in between. Your locks I adore.
Tight black curls bouncing against her back, Long loose waves too stringy to attack. Thick brown strands with a mind of their own, Too complicated to even try to be blown.  
Sitting for hours with bleach in your hair Can be tiresome, though it is worth it When you think of the matching clothes you’ll wear,
Most people don't see the beauty In something so fine But yet so thick With curls so tight Or stick straight locks Hair is a science But is seen as a crock Fishtails Dutch braids
Today my pick won’t go farther than three inches into this jungle. I could straighten it, but that would take too long, leaving me with only exhausted arms and a smoky bathroom.
It makes me sad when people make fun of black girl’s curlsBecause that’s all I ever wanted.My hair is curly too, but not curly enough to be coolor flat enough to be normal or white people hair.
she came she saw she took what she needed with soft hands by her touch   she then approached him he came again she called him in she wanted
Oh to have a beard, that is my dearest wish.  I am so smooth and hairless just like a little fish.    It would be smooth and silky like ladies underwear
Pain nobody can see, hidden from a shield of my own making
It's like my thoughts grow outta my head; every curl contains every word I done said every song I done heard every book I done read And that hate and pain is like shea butter
The one-percenter Donald Trump Announced presidential aspirations with hair in a clump. Ironic Neil Young song played on While he looked like a mafia don.
 Just to clear the air,
Just to clear the air,
My personality is quiet,
It's the glisten at the light,  That small glimmer of a perfectionist. The dark waves and the pale surface, a red sea with murky waters. It falls to the arches,  it caresses to the skin.
She's pretty. No matter how she styles her hair, No matter what clothes she wears, As long as she smiles. So am I.
for as long as i can remember, my friend Lindsey has been in love with Peter Pan.on a night of pill bottles and pale skin, Peter visited herhospital room and the green fringes of his kid-clothes 
Hairy Armpits “Just wax, or shave, or pluck that hair.” Don’t you see I really don’t care?   “Oh my god that’s so gross, ew!” They don’t bother me, why does it bother you?
The way my hair falls on my shoulder, the mole on my right leg,  and my hairy knuckles just make me flawless. The scars on my feet, the way my stomache folds, and my bushy eyebrows make me flawless.
"I love baking, singing, and running but not all at once," says Instagram. Snapchat calls me "pbfanatic" which is acceptable enough. Peers would describe me as smart, quiet, polite as a lamb.
Every time he leaves she blames herself So she thinks she has to change herself Some fundamental part of her identity. She may change her wardrobe or get a new piercing
I was told that without the mane I carriedI wasn’t a lion anymoreJust a sheep.
  The curls kinks and waves that grow out of my scalp They are filled with love, secrets and fear   These follicles hide me from coming face to face with my true self
I brought you into this world I can take you out. These are familiar words that every black child hears when they act up The Father, our Father clenches his jaw and whispers these words into our ears
Permed pressed and pampered My hair, oh my hair. Its beend abused and tampered with Since I was young how could I dare
Permed pressed and pampered My hair, oh my hair. Its beend abused and tampered with Since I was young how could I dare
when she told me, “Straighten your hair, just to see what it looks like.” all i heard was, “Straighten your hair, so you look like me.” and i wondered then, if i did
Flowing Locks Of Ropes Cherish thee With Love       Long braids flowing down hardly ever touch the ground.   Pig tails-Pony tails
Sometimes I still dream Of the days When my hair was the color of Straw   When my cheeks were  Red Because the blood still ran   I dream of days when I was a Child
i sat in my imagination recreated music videos   imagined my skin bleached  by the lights   as the music made my hair feel long,   
pink lips pink hair cartwheels i dont care. sunglasses wineglasses kisses on the run. short skirts outskirts i hate everyone.
Embrace the strength;   the new found confidence. Something women suppress
  When I turned eighteen, I made a choice. It wasn’t to protest racism, it was no sit-in. I simply chose not to sit in.
I am stuck between two conflicting forces They pull me side to side as if I am in a storm on a boat Well today my boat is my mind and my hair is the storm   Pull left tug right A flat iron or curls
My hair is red, I want to go to bed, I have not yet been fed, So I will keep my eyes wide open So I can eat my tacos and Then I will sleep until I must be awake
  To perm or not to perm-that is the question: Whether it is nobler in the mind to embrace the kink The twist outs, the rollers and the de-tangler
I am not a slave to my looks therefore I am not a slave to my hair. Next time you say, Girl!  You will never get a man with that hair. 
Hot combs, creme relaxer Ceramic finish of an iron. Spritz so the style holds. Changes with the decade, but the fascination never gets old. Needles & thread, Packs or bundles 10-20 inches long
This is my hair It flows free and true Can you feel my tresses? They speak the truth, do you? This is my pride, black & true. Flowing ever freely, do you? This is my hair haiku.
Thick, short & full of life She’s mostly everywhere but sometimes invisible to the bare eyes Free in the wind But trapped under her skin Light but packed with DNA
We press it, cut it, blow it out, and pin it up We change our texture because it’s not desirable We dye it as the trends change And we die a little more ourselves each time
Hair. Brown. Dark Brown And Burly. Curly. Surely You Won’t See Me The Way I See Your Hair.
I can't sing but the way you make my heart feel is wonderful and I cant dance but the way you make my body feel is beautiful but you can't run your hands through my hair with your fingers
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