Combed Poems - Poems about Combed

... I'm in a pickle Soured sometimes I cry Because there's not much time here For I will soon leave memories behind There is no time for regrets No time for bitterness Nothing needs to be undone......

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...Remember the times, remember the days when beauty was an untouched gift, before combs straightened and broke, before curls were burned and hidden, under artificial wigs, when we were beautiful, oh,......

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... firstly notice the neatly combed hair arms and hands would be needed for that I detect something amiss the breadth of those shoulders not those of a keen swimmer how location and the individu......

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...She has not bathed for a week or two Those pajamas have been on her at least six days She complains of aches and pains Moaning she has no friends Listless, lifeless, and lethargic Her parents ar......

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...I've met lots of people in my life Most have just passed through But not one person who I've met Was anything like you We haven't even combed the mine Of what you and I could do If us together......

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... The siblings in our family consisted of 4 brothers and 8 sisters. The boys were right at home in keeping our hair washed and combed. On the other hand, the 8 girls wore pony tails, braids, and ......

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...Mary Lou Sims was young and enterprising, like stars routing dark; Or mauve dawn on the verge of discovery, awaiting time's remarks. Mary Lou's best friend was Cora Mann, ever since sweet......

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..."Aliens!" I shouted above the roar of the blaze. Please rescue us from this godforsaken place veritable hellscape, where angels fear ingress. Just then an unexpected pleasant distraction woke......

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...Made a cuppa coffee this morning Forgot about it I think I ate breakfast Can’t remember what I combed my hair Singular Musta brushed my teeth They’re back in my mouth I wear a shirt that read......

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...My cousin Jer had a story to share Said first, let me sit in my favorite chair He combed his almost non-existent hair On his bald head I saw a shiny glare I sat down with my chocolate éclair A......

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...Father is dressed in grim face and a white shirt, His unfriendly face could win the heart of Hitler – mother combed her hair this time and her deep brown eyes carries heavy love for her family. i......

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... where you must float around me a snapped stone melted into that bottom of water glass beside myself, drift currents it shattered up to sunrise and rippled through my shirt for my heart with......

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...The unseen maestro, the wily whistling whisperer, Cunningly twirls a sway in the bending trees, Dabs, daubs and draws impasto clouds in the sky, Lilts, entices, leaves to dance in tune, as it whis......

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...For some enchanted evenings... The following scenario imagined after the hoopla of Democratic National Convention miracle workers Kamala Harris and Tim Walz trumpeted politically wholesome zea......

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... When he came back from the war So much different than before. He would sit and stare at the wall. Thinking there was nothing more. Do you know what I mean. Because nobody knew what he had se......

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