Best Makeup Poems

I woke up this morning
and found my face was not my own
that person in the mirror
wasn't the girl I'd come to know.
I wore a stranger’s face
and had to turn my eyes away
need to put on that makeup now
so no one else would know today.
I picked...

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My favorite makeup is her smile,
the lip gloss of a soul at ease,
mascara of her grace and style,
the rouge of blushing when I tease.

My favorite jewelry: her eyes,
gold flecks in starburst bright design,
diamonds of silvered moonlight rise
as they gaze deeply into mine.

The beauty marks I...

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They say nothing beats makeup sex,
But I tend to disagree;
I-love-you-with-all-my-heart sex
Is much more pleasant for me.

When we fight, before we compromise,
We hurt each other unnecessarily;
I’d rather we converse with mutual respect,
And caress each other quite passionately.

I know that until death do we part
We cannot never...

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There is a girl named Brianna 
She Is 12 years old and she loves tea
And makeup! So every morning when she
Gets up she does her hair and makeup then gets a cup of tea.
 Then she goes to school and meets up with her friend...

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arctic plain
sullen light circles slowly
applying makeup...

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i study a pretty at a face
soon there will be no trace
a color here
another there
what a what a disastrous ace...

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What about heart-rending?
Does it kill?
How many have died so far?
Who are those?

It is not going to be permanent
It is just a rent not rend
Who benefits more by the way?
Tenant,  landlord?
Or both?

How does it feel to be heartless?
Do you even know?
You can’t, but your victims...

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you perfect
hate creators
all the world’s
resentment painted
on your face
sour makeup
hot to touch
stream tears
ruining this beautiful
facade...

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The girl wears makeup
In light, the sparkles shimmer
Like tears in her eyes...

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A singular act of splendor-producing
makeup application at the tip of a brush
can awaken worlds that confound the imagination
and certainly confound all religious absurdities,
psychologies, and philosophies.

I choose a life that continuously confounds the absolute--
the absolute right
the absolute faith
the absolute belief
the absolute idea
the absolute definition--
by way of...

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My Beloved is a makeup artist
who once had a vision of Jesus:
head bowed, meek, mercygiver.

She keeps her bruises in a jar
beside the bottle of blood
where she can reach them.

I have a vision of my Beloved

She weaves her crafted strands
into buds and braids,
beards and brows.

Her laughter...

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Makeup won’t cover my red face today
All screwed up and tear stained, please stay away

The waterproof mascara has come off in bits
And the concealer melting round my red and swollen lips

Makeup won’t cover my sadness today
I guess I’ll look bad, just like my day....

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she remembers
each morning
caking it on her face

gave her confidence
made her feel stronger
stronger than she really was

like warrior paint
she caked it on
primed to face the day



AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on February 23, 2019...

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Evolution Not God

It is the case that there is no God,
He does not exist, he is not the one,
He is not there, he’s not everyone’s invisible puppet,
It is not personal, he is not the Son.

Evolution is true, I know it inside myself: 
We are all...

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Years before 13th birthday
Sun beckons me run play
In the street under golden ray
With neighborhood kids on hills of clay

Learning to ride bike and skate
Playing kickball run chase
Playing football basketball too
Dodge ball softball all in June

In Clanton Park we all are one
Hiking green woods under red...

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