Makeup Poems - Poems about Makeup

Over the holidays, I was watching Lisa’s sister little Leeza, she’s 14. She has a rebellious fashion sense and a joyful innocence. She’s still fearless too, and on-God, I hope she never loses that. Too soon though—the disco’s coming to town—the world’s coming for her. It’s the same for all of us, I suppose, but in Lisa and...

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Two hundred and seventy, is it just a number? In thought^, to an actual hidden wonder, is it not only I whom ponders? Making it interesting let us drop it down by taking away the many that had been carried sixty four exactly. Where did they go, what happened in-between¿ Is a type of...

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As you prepare yourself for life each day… may you look into the mirror and concede the joy you see upon your face… is the only make-up you will ever need. ...

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She wakes, bare as morning light, A face unframed, soft in sight. Mascara lifts, lashes rise, Eyeliner sharpens her guarded eyes. Blusher blooms, cheeks come alive, Contours shape what can’t survive. Lip gloss glistens, a coy disguise Her beauty speaks, but never lies. By night, the mask dissolves away, Each streak of cleanser blurs the day. The mirror holds her rawest view Which face is hers?...

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Rainbow of colors that the disguise a person's true beauty...

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J D Vance has such smoky, smoldering eyes, doesn’t he? The way those baby blues coruscate, as if from the darkness. Are those shadows natural? No, it’s eyeliner, of course, but on a 40-year-old man it’s called guyliner. Any teenage girl will tell you the kohl pencil is the gateway makeup tool for self-definition, if not exactly self-improvement. As an ex-teenage...

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There was a lady named Judy She was quite a cutie Until the wig came off And makeup was tossed Then she looked like Howdy Doody...

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Get out your sponges, stippling brushes and pens, It’s time for makeover-Monday-night to begin. Think Winky Lux, L’Oréal, Urban Decay, Maybelline, Armani and Fabergé It’s a black magic realm where brushes are wands, where a carnival of colors are carefully crayoned. We have palettes aplenty, in kaleidoscope hues, to create fashion looks, both bold and subdued. In the realm of makeup fashion, where...

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I’ve become frenetic about cosmetics And demolished by nail polish. I could regale you with tales Of how I’m no longer flush Cause of what I’ve already paid On foundation, shadow, and blush. I have too much; So much more than enough. I’ll be painted until I’m tainted By all the money wasted While I sit home alone Looking gorgeous to...

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I’m sporting this new lipstick it won’t fade, smudge or smear I’ll be lucky if it wears off this year. I’ve got this new eyeliner that’s like a luxurious, glittering, penciled tattoo Leong asked, “How do you get it off you?” I unpacked these chemical wonders to see if they’ve lost their luster by being neglected since last summer. When you study too much,...

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I Dark, grey, twilight magic On a day of threats Rain, wintry kind, cold Those who ventured out Perhaps cajoled by brilliant & fading colors Enjoyed Nature's artistry, high canvas: Less bright & gilded clouds Yet nourishment for imagination II Such painted skies point upwards - To body, mind, Spirit Whatever the news - for families, bad ( Crime overall, & locally, drug business) Apt, then, the...

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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 sun What to do on rainy days Play with dolls do hair...

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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 love the best are those that deep within her dwell: intelligence; a...

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I’m in the kitchen at Lisa’s. Her little sister Leeza enters, her pale, freckled face redder than usual. “Liza is the bossiest sister..,” Leeza says, slamming the cupboard door after grabbing a box of Fruity-Pebbles-cereal like she’s choking the life out of it. Lisa enters from the hall, her jaw set with tension, she waves her...

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As for our face love of art Should we see white of pale faces, smiles grow Heartbeat as we dance Circus is in town looking for the painter on a water cloud Artist is on paper brushing the clouds The ticket box is painted red Circus shadows play on ahead Bedtime of moonlight splendor Faintly shadows on the moon Moment of clouds bestriding...

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