Email news@statisticool.com to sign up to receive news and updates

Found Poetry 560

2/14/21

hair sits high on the head
the live growing something beautiful but dead
one day it all will be cut
by nature that works without a touch

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

Please anonymously VOTE on the content you have just read:

Like:
Dislike:

Please show me a randomly selected poem






If you enjoyed any of my content, please consider supporting it in a variety of ways: