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Poem Details | by N. de Jager |
Categories: grief, hair, history, memory, metaphor, nature, slavery,

Dear Southern Gals

Dear Southern Gals

Savannah - oh honey
You beautiful Belle
Your locks long and loose
And silver as well
Muted mementos
Of suffering of pain
Of tears you have wept
Long rivers of rain

Georgia - oh honey
You dear southern Belle
Your story is cruel
And shameful as well
Your tresses have witnessed
In somber green gray 
The heartbreak the pain
The ship of that day

Oh Savannah oh Georgia
You dear Southern Belles
We hear you forever
Plead guilty as well
Now savour your beauty
The new dawn can’t wait
Start combing your hair
It’s time for a braid

Nicole de Jager		April 2018

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: feelings, grandmother, grief, love,

One Gray Hair

Her wrinkles were joy-flecked twinkled with facial lines brightly smile crunched. Her eye shade vague, but love sprinkled from decades of holding faith bunched. She prayed steady, her praise ready. Her giggle rendered me tickled. Her heart-ways raised me cherish-touched. Loving my Gram much, tears trickled the morning I found her death clutched. Not one gray hair lacked my despair.
March 10, 2018

Poem Details | by David Drowley |
Categories: death, humorous, life, love,


Please keep me from falling
I’m a hair on your head.
Don’t leave me some morning
All alone on our bed.

Don't let me be parted
Or removed from my roots.
Please keep me from falling
To be trampled by boots.

Don’t take me out swimming
But left floating behind.
Gargling in a pool drain
I would find most unkind.

If I should live to be
Your last hair when you're dead
I’ll drop in the coffin
To curl up by your head.

Poem Details | by kathryn collins |
Categories: death,

Proof in Lock of Hair and Baby Tooth

Proof in Lock of Hair and Baby Tooth

‘Love you mama’
Shouts a fairy’s
baby tooth
set long before
in a violet velvet box.

‘Miss you lots’
whispers mama,
eyes fixed as she
fondles the
pearly bit.

This kind of love
so fast, no force
of wind can pry
from a mother’s
heart hammered to pieces

clumsily restored
with loving epoxy
and homemade patches
of friends and

Time’s stitches transform
the gaping wound in
scabby healing
and finally the
scar – another proof.

©Kathryn McL. Collins

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: anniversary, beauty, dedication, devotion, farewell, girlfriend, goodbye, grief, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, pain, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, satire, sorrow, valentines day, women, hair,

My Perfect 10

If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.

She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.

Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.

She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.

A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.

My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: anti bullying, art, aubade, beach, blessing, candy, care, cry, daffodils, death, green, hair, night, parents, patriotic, philosophy, poetry, purple, usa,


Its a toe in the water,

its a trigger to start,

but its never the past as we can all be alike our hi-speed-art,

it's a reason to gloat,

like seasonal boast-

but it will never code,

honestly its just our doe.

Note that later in the year is your caustic example,

note that your remarks hash tag your preambles,

but I am not sinner in the clear,

but I have two goddamn ears,

you have an allegory of toss-ups for the gamble,
but no precepts.

Poem Details | by Apache Tears |
Categories: death, depression, dream, loss,

Tears in Her Hair

She's  lying here
Against my cheek
My tears in her hair

Thank God for dreams 
So I can have
The things I can't 

I hold her hand
I can't see her face
I kiss her on her

Please let me sleep
And put my heart to ease
My tears in her
Thank God for dreams 
So I can have
The things I can't 
Please let me be
So I can dream

My tears in her

Poem Details | by C.N. VunC |
Categories: sympathy,

Golden Hair

Whispering reeds sway in the breeze
As water flow to meet the boat
On top of which lies golden hair
Exiled for which of unknown deeds
Gently rocking away she floats
As yellow flecks light up the air

VunC,  Senses For A Sestet
Date: 09/11/2013

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: art, assonance, celebrity, desire, grief, guitar, hair, how i feel, humorous, hyperbole, image, judgement, leaving, poets, proposal, true love, trust,

This time


kicked to the curb and stunned,

waanning, waanning and crumbling crumbs,

dispelled as dumbed,

come backs like lakes of water aren't even fun,

toned and intonated,

17 things to endanger-
39 to reconnoiter,

there was nothing to do,

nowhere to go,

some people showed,

they were enhanced,

I was so gold-

aggrandized yet grow'd,

I couldn't even agree with the folks,

got stunned and littered as the roads,

melted plaster and recreated the last masters focused.

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: confidence, engagement, gender, gothic, green, grief, hair, hello, integrity, life, pain, red, silence, solitude, sorry, sun, surreal, tree, youth,

Any takers

This expert excursion...

sweet sweet soliloquy?

Checking every bucket box,

chiming like strife to be?

Frank Zappa may have had his platter eaten- 

Joseph Gobbles his Dotton feelie' wheels,

but made the park his whole weighted keel?

When you wouldn't leave the stuffy car to pray for a deal?

How can the forcery stars not end up real?

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: appreciation, aubade, baptism, green, grief, hair,

love bug

Love Bug

This is my last letter
I have loved you   from the first time I saw you
Something about your eyes 
And the kindness of your heart
You know if you can explain love there is none
You are going on a long journey 
With your man and that is ok,
And when you return will not be here 
I just want to tell you how much I love you 
How much I enjoyed your breathe 
The aroma of your body when you’re teasing
Me with your youth and my old age 
I didn`t even hope but took the nearness of you 
As a dulcet dream unobtainable.
Love is a rainbow it does not tell you where it falls
Good bye my darling thinking of you 
Have eased the burden of my later years

Poem Details | by verlecia fields |
Categories: black-african amerme,

kiss of death from the Hair Gun

it spits out the thinnest of dead creation 
paining the one with its deadly stinging kiss   

cry out, no not me 
for i am but a colored crazy slave
with the letter of P. for poor 
and the letter of B. for the unbelieved 
but i must bear it 
just like so many who have before me 

they don't tell 
because who would believe

Poem Details | by John Bertin |
Categories: drug, funeral, hair, war,

Age of Aquarius

when the moon no longer rhymes with June
and Jupiter crashes into Mars
when the TV no longer works
can't watch Dancing with the Stars
this is the funeral of the age of aquarius
the age of aquarius
aquarius, aquarius
vagabonding in good standing
I get my ejimacation on the street
seven days make a week
on two of them I freek
come out here to dodge the draft
and worship the golden calf
this is the funeral of the age of aquarius
the age of aquarius etc.

Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: dark, death, suicide,

Rain-Drenched Hair

As rain-drenched hair fell down her face
by tombstone where she sadly stood,
the storm clouds dark, time stopped in place
as rain-drenched hair fell down her face.
Her daughter gone without a trace;
why suicide?  Not understood
as rain-drenched hair fell down her face
by tombstone where she sadly stood.

April 9, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 1 - April 2019
Sponsor: Dear Heart

Poem Details | by Pepper Jones |
Categories: black african american, death, depression, hair, prejudice,

Color Coded

If I could leap up so high
That I could fly
Away from troubled times
Of times gone by

When color was enough to hang a man
Hear the despair, hear the cry
Most things come in colors
So why can't you and I

At times I hang my head in shame
For the evil done by man
To a human of different hue
Shame on me, shame on you

Were we all of the same color
Where would prejudice be found
Perhaps were my hair blond
Yet your hair was brown

Prejudice is like an acid
Oozing out through every pore
Destroying all it touches
As it destroys your very core

Asian, Anglo, Latino
Arabian, or of African descent
We are humans of this world
Let us live hand in hand

Poem Details | by blackmagic vashikaran |
Categories: assonance, beauty, bereavement, bible, business,

vashikaran mantra by hair
Yes this is true vashikaran procedure gets complets with vashikaran mantra by hair, vashikaran mantra by clothes, vashikaran mantra by water, etc things.

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: anxiety, cancer, grief, hair, journey, roses are red, sick,

Just Strands of Straw

Just Strands of Straw

I look into the mirror, 
my hair has dropped to the sink. 
It is a trail of tears, 
years of taking care of split ends, 
fluffing and drying, 
tying it up, 
leaving it down…
now, just gone.
My crown of glory
 it is…
 more than likely,

Yet the Glory of My Lord, 
is ever upon me, 
shinning brightly, 
in all
 His Light!

Yes, my hair has fallen, 
to the floor.
I have not.
 I am loved
He sees,

Poem Details | by Raina Fields |
Categories: daughter, death, health, loss, mother, sad,

My Mother's Hair

I was once so fond
Of the gray-streaked
Locks cascading
Down her frail back,
Growing so long
In her dying days.

I visited her every day
In the hospital.
The sterile background,
White linen,
And dingy food tray,
Dietary supplements
And nurses’ reminders.

After school,
I braided her hair,
Fingertips brushing
Scalp, climbing up
And down the rope,
Fashioning frizzed
Ends into plaits.

Its soft thickness
Caressing my cheek,
Smelling of flowers
And sweet oils
As she uttered
"I love you"
For the last time.

Poem Details | by Johnny Sumler |
Categories: death, mysteryfish, hair, moon,

Polly in Pantoum

As rivers walk across her faded smile
The wind exhales the breath that blows her cloth
Her hair received by sunlight, shells and scars
Stretch out upon the streams that sing and slide

The wind exhales the breath that blows her cloth
Releasing pearls unto the waters palms
Stretch out upon the streams that sing and slide
French-kissed by fish before the moon arrives

Releasing pearls unto the waters palms
Her hair received by sunlight, shells and scars
French-kissed by fish before the moon arrives
As rivers walk across her faded smile

Poem Details | by jan hansen |
Categories: grave, green, grief, growth, guitar, hair,

collapsing world

Collapsing world 

Isn`t odd the world is on the brink of collapse
yet more airports are built sometimes at unlikely places
to get the swarm of tourism in.
It is ok for a traveller to walk in the streets of Paris but
not leave trash at the foot of Himalaya and plastic bags
spoiling beaches.
There was a noise on the balcony a big seabird had 
collided with glass partition of the railing the bird 
suffered a bent beak but was otherwise looking fine 
if a bit shocked; of course it could no longer feed and
slowly starved to death.
A warning to us who fail to see the looming breakdown
of our world

Poem Details | by Jaquay Atkins |
Categories: conflict, deep, depression, grief, hair, me, memory,

Life's Souveigners

Stress brings me grey hair 
The ticking time bomb is armed 
No time to play games 

Poem Details | by vernon witmer |
Categories: absence, bird, cancer, caregiving, death, hair, loss,


I sat for a moment that lasted several hours

staring at blue and silver strands of hair 

that lay across a porcelain forehead;

I should call someone, but

Who is there that would understand?

I gazed through her window into the yard, 

but all I could see 

was the absence of a bluebird.

Poem Details | by michael haley |
Categories: absence, best friend, death of a friend, hair, loss,

Into the new

She smiled and said she's coming
 She never made it here
She smiled and said she loves me
 Now I cry this tear
She brought my dreams to life
 But she's not allowed to stay
She smiled and kissed my forehead
 Now all that's gone away
People tell me she's in a better place
 But I'm still in this hell
She smiled and walked away
 Where she went time can only tell
Some say it's the simple things
 But I know that can't be true
She smiled and now I'm crying
 And the tears fall into the new