Hair Metaphors, Analogies and Similes

Hair

This fellow seems to attract bad luck like bald men attract comb-overs.

Bald as a billiard ball.

Eyebrows were unpleasantly bushy and joined up like Noel Gallagher morphing into Brezhnev.

As Rufus spoke his woolly caterpillar eyebrows wriggled to a random beat.

I have to tell you that Barry's new coal-black toupée fits his head like a sock drying on a mailbox.

Her hair was as painfully red as chilli powder rubbed into a blister with blood in it.

As welcome as the clumps of hair that collect in the bath plughole.

Old Zandra dyes her hair so often that her passport photo has a colour-wheel.

Her hair was so tightly pulled back that she looked like a cod.

Hair like a brittle crow's nest.

On the roof the builders had added scaffolding more rigid than Donald Trump's hairpiece.

Joan Collins looks like she combs her hair with an egg beater.

Linda's dreadlocks looked like fag ash.

The Falklands War boiled down to two bald men fighting over a comb.

Old women with hair like feather dusters.

A few hairs spread carefully over his head like fiddle strings.

J.M. Barrie

At the electrical retailers, the spotty salesman had enough 'product' in his hair to fry a fish.

A ferret twitched on Roland's top lip.

Joan's capacity for family affection is extraordinary. When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.

His bald dome shone brightly — as though a snail had covered every inch in a trail of grease.

The eyebrows were curls of unlit gunpowder.

Her vivid hair was a sun-bleached, haystack delirium on a van Gogh postcard.

His bushy beard made him look like he was peering over a hedge.

Dennis Rodman's latest hairstyle looks like the inkblot test I get at my psychiatrist.

A failed beard that suggested a young child with jam on his chin.

Tonight, I feel like the last hair on a head going bald.

His eyebrows were raised higher than a drag queen in a planetarium.

Dexter was menacingly blond: more blond than platinum, more like plutonium, his hair colour-coordinated with his teeth.

Her hair was provocatively curled in bouncing question marks. A few locks of white hair clung to Barry's scalp like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock during a storm.

His hair was implausibly gelled like a photograph of a rainforest the instant after a bomb explosion.

A ram's horn moustache.

Lance's hair looked as though it could scour pans.

Fragile hair like spun sugar and candyfloss.

Since our last meeting, Claude's hair had turned from taiga to tundra.

His hair-do makes him look like a newly-thatched cottage.

Barry is so thin and bald that when his head catches the sun he looks like an unused match.

A beautiful waterfall of hair.

Pam's Eighties vintage hair was styled with a Van Der Graaf generator.