Rouge Poems - Poems about Rouge

...I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died, Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride. John had left us a prosperous farm,......Read the rest...

...What could be better than birds, my friends, To put our heads straight, What could be better than listening to this melody ? The blackbird invites us to flowery diners. What’s better than birds......Read the rest...

...Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green; And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene. They did daily chores on a farm, in ......Read the rest...

...Her horse was interested in her moves, he could not stop staring. She put on her lipstick and rouge, in order to show she was caring. Make up seemed imperative to young women in nineteen sixty-thre......Read the rest...

...When my mother discussed his story, I was tragically shocked and enraged. How could someone kill a teenager? Assuming Yoshihiro was a trespasser? An exchange student, a young teenager, From Ja......Read the rest...

...Why do some people judge others By the way that they look Good looking people are often seen as good Less fortunate seen as bad Without reading their book I once knew a woman with auburn long ......Read the rest...

...I would like to be twelve million kilometers away From this stupid town, I’d like to be in Minnesota, To burn all my poems in your hungry eyes, I want to get away from those raptors that steal my ......Read the rest...

...Jack Frost nibbled at my fingers And he froze my toes He put rouge on both of my cheeks And blusher on my nose He spread ice crystals through my hair And on my eye brows too He froze my moustac......Read the rest...

...Moulin Rouge The greens and pinks magnetize to my eye Like flowers abloom, in a field espied; That overwhelms creation’s invention With beauty of grandiose dimension Shifting to the win......Read the rest...

...She haunted me as a child, Staring quietly from her watercolor world. Her strange presence called me. Powder-white skin and rouge cheeks, Pencil-thin brow over Dark-rimmed eyes Shedding a s......Read the rest...

...Marvelous mama moo from Kalamazoo Puts on her lipstick and a bit of rouge too Trying to get the attention of Bad Bill the Bull He rolls his eyes, cannot believe she is after him still They used......Read the rest...

... When lotus d u s k s are sequined with a gown of glittery s t a r s , shying in a salsa of d r e a m e r s, our L u n a smiles like a bronze coin, rest......Read the rest...

...I was an environmental scientist, working with large wind farm developers, To harness wind and generate electricity, as a plum sun flees, to tell others. I worked at helping developers comply, wi......Read the rest...

...Life is never a planned ride on a magical carpet, that awakens jasmine dreams lost in the brisk air. We weave our own zest of zephyr, to tailor-stitch a tapestry; buttoned w......Read the rest...

...when skies bleed your sonnets~ every drop of garnet rain rhymes with ethereal initials of your s u n f l o w e r sonatas I remember when ou......Read the rest...