Comb Poems

Comb poems bring the best collection of short and long comb poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great comb rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these comb poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on comb are here for you.

Pink roll comb

Pink roll comb short poem

I still have it your favourite pink roll comb with the smooth bristles and colourful buds on edge entangled with your hair which I never removed. It’s here. Hope to meet you someday and find your hair messy that moment

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In The Tall Grass Of Dreams (james Dean)

In The Tall Grass Of Dreams (james Dean) short poem

Rebel without a cause and bad to the bone In his white tight t-shirt and back pocket comb Oooh well I think you were one real cool dude… But of course there was more to you than That ever did

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My Toys- A Bundle Of Joy

My Toys  A Bundle Of Joy long poem

Photo by torbakhopper I have a sack full of toys, They make a little noise, Some are girls and some are boys; I have a small train, With a window pane, And it rides in a lane, Its driver’s name

Wish You Were There

Wish You Were There short poem

How I wish you were there To share with me the glow of the morning sun To listen to the birds twitter And the leaves rustle in the trees. How I wish you were there, when I Prepare to face

Little Girls Hair

Little Girls Hair short poem

Clips, Clamps, Berets, and Bows. School, church, playdates, she goes. But that’s just the beginning of her poor hairs woes. Down again? Up again. Knots again? Brush again. Food again? Comb again. Gum again? Glue again? Brush, and comb again.

Amplified Heat

Amplified Heat short poem

The wind’s flaming sword cut through the brazen land, grasses along its wrath are flared, and seeds for the songbird fell flat on the ground, temperature’s tune seems amplified, 360 degrees around: Baked clod. And the stems turn into dried

Les Enfants Adorent

Les Enfants Adorent short poem

Strolling around in an apathetic fashion nothing could hex me in that party I mulled over the opulence of the luxe lulus Out of the blue , I witness a scene so unprecedented a lad of 7 or 8 ,

She Matters

She Matters long poem

the way you walk the way you talk the way you comb your hair beautiful eyes as if a angel in disguise the touch of your hand makes me understand pitter patter of soft sandle feet whispers in the corridor

The Confront; I Believe

The Confront; I Believe short poem

Not Too Verbose, Like Other Goose, Bla, Bla, Bla, Yeh…. Not a Communal Preferer, Like Other Piles Of Manure, Brag, Brag, Brag, Ney…. Like a Lactose Heart; Glorious, So Pious, Meant For Reverence; Reliable. Too Practical, So Mercurious, Far Concise,

Already Gone

Already Gone ode

You will hunt for my truth in the hearts of the men you seek You will reach out for my arms at night when its cold, finding nothing but space and time cloaked with sorrow. You will comb the crowds

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Future Signs

Future Signs short poem

arriving to shun that wolf on your blood’s trail, you comb through rubble, tormented: ………………………………………………………………………………………………………… glimpse of fear, fixated at otherness of yellow sin, threatened, panic white, suicide note; now you have come out from your tremors stillborn, sine die

Stop The Hate

Stop The Hate long poem

Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late I got to make peace with you Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew I’m sweating from the new day’s sun now I know your in for a

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Love Scenes

Love Scenes short poem

1. A body lives in my pocket I fathered a hundred moons. 2. You touch me with wet nose I know you have come. 3. The golden grapes on your tongue were very sweet. 4. Illusion becomes a squatter I

Crystal Visions

Crystal Visions short poem

Welcome…to the 5th world of mysticism well I see A Crystal Vision and consulting my big black book of Miracles to recite the incantation you need tonight with A wave of my hands and a flash of light I change

Ambiguity

Ambiguity short poem

Staring not so intently into an enigmatic void Oblivious to environs & of prospects devoid None of exultant joy even misery too amiss Suspended in a limbo between gloom & bliss Each of effort laboring however much slight Most of

Metamorphosis (after Ovid)

Metamorphosis (after Ovid) short poem

In this blood-watered land forms flow fluid as serpent becomes lizard, lizard becomes turtle, turtle become cicada, cicada becomes sea urchin, becomes sacred owl with onyx eyes In this soul-fed land fugitive figures fuse into each other, my breath becomes

The Bird Song

The Bird Song ballad

Oh come bird and sing upon the Willow tree, a note of your little hearts well being. To a host of wild flowers, in colors of a rainbow queen! Walk on the soft green grass, for joy in heart it

I Am Here…

I Am Here... short poem

I am here In the world of fantasies… No pain,no agonies. Oh, it’s beautiful!!! I bathe in the alluring sun’s rays. I do not remember all those betraying days. I have no tear in my eye For I have lifted

Yes A Princess!

Yes A Princess! long poem

Swaying in my dream Of blissful tomorrow Bearing within future mine Dreaming the dreams of mother to be Days are small weaving for you A feather like sweater with a red bow Nights are longer as I think of you

The Winner And The Loser

The Winner And The Loser short poem

The winner and the loser Those who cheat with love to always win and make a slave of the loser Sooner or later lose everything in a bet and never again will be a player And the loser is always

Stepping Into Old Age

Stepping Into Old Age long poem

I thought Life is a fantasy having a lot of positivity I spent childhood happily and merrily I cherished Teenage which was full of excitement and entertainment I entered adulthood with dreams and challenges I experienced Middle age as most

The Bench

The Bench long poem

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The

Dry Albedo

Dry Albedo short poem

Your scintillating albedo, enters my soul, Pouring your smell, splendid in dole, Love’s act of mime, in shadowy cloud, My soul speaks lie, seeking you aloud, Dreary your play, tests my patience, Your shadow forwards, your eclipsing cadence, Veiling the

Meme

Meme prose poem

Ideas not people rule the world, competing for supremacy, domination. Conflicting, waring to gain the upper hand, control. Virus like as it spreads through the population Infecting all that come in contact. Ideas are insidious things, once infected nearly impossible

Self Medication

Self Medication prose poem

Pharmacist’s pantry or landlord’s larder, choices aplenty for a mind so disposed. Maximum dosage to test the boundaries, roulette wheel silently spinning. Senses slither away like an exposed serpent, seeking the shapelessness of the shadows. The comforting numbness of certain

Sonnet 4

Sonnet 4 sonnet poems

The night that breeds dark clouds of rankling dolour Within azure sky of my mind’s great earth, Delusive affection of thine enlivened fervour, Of joy of life and lustre triggers dearth. Thou rememb’rest those fragrant ways trodden, Back i’th’ longest

Dusk

Dusk short poem

Oh and as the sun begins to set I come alive The moon comes curling around the mountains Like a blue lamp in a dusty pink sky… I step into the velvet of the night that I love In my

Hands Of Enemy

Hands Of Enemy short poem

With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms

Write, But Not Tonight

Write, But Not Tonight short poem

I want to write, But not tonight. Sleep is calling, I feel me falling. I rest my head, On my soft bed. My eyes are closed. I cover my toes. But my mind’s clear, And in full gear. Words start

Colour Benders

Colour Benders short poem

Pink socks and pink shoes Pink bands and pink studs For my boy who is in the pink of health Blue bands and blue laces Blue shorts and blue drops For my girl Who blows the blues away. They shine

Whither Do We Go?

Whither Do We Go? short poem

Silhouettes more real than bodies degenerating into the dungeons of secrecy talking with mustaches seeing with fingers ignorant of colors refugees in their own land bereft of fun stars peep out during the day time to see the tangled twigs

Soul’s Anguish

Souls Anguish long poem

A labyrinth of red washed walls, my heart’s anguish to soar above the clouds. As I trace my scars I think of rose petals. Is my body still asking for restitution? Have I not yet paid the price? My pain

I Will Try To Survive

I Will Try To Survive short poem

Gazing at the sky at night , I gaze at that one big bright star Which Reminds me of you, . So close but yet so far It hurts when I hear that song I don’t have the heart to

Life Can Not Buy

Life Can Not Buy short poem

One Day, You will have to leave this world It does not matter how rich you With the money you can not buy life After Death You will be taken to a court Which will be different from our court

Brand new shoes

Brand new shoes short poem

Tied the laces on new shoes Just can’t walk this same old route Tried and died for years and years Everyday the same old fears Now it’s time to look ahead Off the road that wears the tread Beyond the

Beautiful

Beautiful short poem

What is beauty? Plucked eyebrows and rosy cheeks, Thin waist, from fasting for weeks, Breasts and buttocks, gutted and grown By dishonest silicone? Is this beauty? Fifty-dollar low-cut shirts, Thirty-dollar thigh-length skirts, Stick a needle in your ears, Gold and

Why We Have God (s)

Why We Have God (s) prose poem

Humankind has been grasping for knowledge from the beginning, fear of the unknown was always forbidding. Why does the wind blow? Why does the sky crack open with light sound and fury? Why do the oceans roil with such anger?

Chompin At The Bit

Chompin At The Bit short poem

A myriad of treasure wealth and pleasure Snagged by the Achille’s tendon Rounded up and Slaughtered for The Golden Apple of his eye Not the divine fruits of Her labor Trust the toss of bones Fall down ashes fall down

I Have Found Heaven

I Have Found Heaven short poem

As I’ve opened my eyes I see you standing by my side Your innocent face smiling at me Like you always used to smile This has cost me a lot yet It was like hundred miles to travel Now that

Losing Love

Losing Love short poem

If time was faithful to me You would never have neglected me Like others I too would have been dear to you I have already suffered enough of grief and by your disloyalty I am now a wreck I would