Best Eyeshadow Poems
I remember the days when I'd fall
asleep before hitting the pillow.
Ah, the joy of a sound sleep.
I might not have been at my best
in the morning all things considered.
Day-old makeup very much past its prime.
My eyelashes were caked and looking scraggly,
my lipstick smeared across my cheek and pillow,
eyeshadow streaked clear across my forehead.
Thankfully one good shower made me whole again!
AP: 2nd place 2025
Categories:
eyeshadow, beauty, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
The blend of colors enlightens her day when she decides to embrace them;
She loves various colors which bring alive a girl’s eyes;
Each color depicts the triumph of beauty from within that is eager to fly more than twice;
The charisma of colors vitalizes one’s surrounding being a priceless gem.
Surveying around, she picks her Jimmy Choo;
Picking up her Chanel bag she appreciates her labor of love;
Then she looks at her sister to Shoo;
She knows that materialism and spiritualism is hard work from blessing above.
Categories:
eyeshadow, fantasy, funny, life,
Form:
Burlesque
Make-up and fancy clothes,
plastic surgery and luxury.
Things of lust and greed,
do they really make one objects of beauty?
Like dolls that invite
men, envy and unwanted attention
vying for the longest legs
or the smokiest eyes.
That foundation and eyeshadow,
those stilettos and mini skirts
girl, i tell you that you may try to impress
guys and girls alike, but you're wearing an obvious mask.
Did beauty solely depend on looks?
Curves and designer stuff
are those all that a girl is worth?
Why, if you take off all that from her, do you think she will still look pretty as you see her now?
Back then, beauty was in the soul,
the heart and the mind.
When only prostitutes would show their legs,
and wear such thick rouge.
When a lady`s worth was measured by her charm and intelligence alike,
not by her body and her face.
A king`s queen should just be as strong as him,
not as provocative as his mistress.
Now that women rely on make up and clothes to make them who they are,
only few cling on to the belief that beauty comes from within,
that not all men want long legs or long lashes
but a woman that is not only good in bed, but also in life.
Saddening as it is,
that the modern definition of beauty is such.
Categories:
eyeshadow, angst, people, social, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
As the velvet darkness falls
A gothic girl illuminates her black candles
Creating a shade overturn atmosphere
Dressed in raven latex and fishnet stockings
Wearing black lipstick and eyeshadow looking succulent
A pierced tongue and a chock chain around her neck, you know she's perverse
Her perfume smells like a weeping winter
With cardinal highlights in her hair
Complimenting her pale snow white completion
She's a mythic women, wanting love
Someone relating to her darkened world
She'll be embraced, a sweet caresses
A kiss that goes deep, exploiting her flickering lure
Sipping blood-red wine
Penetration from a lover of death
She lets out her dulcet sounds
Biting down on delicate skin, bare each others mark
The smell of potent sex is intoxicating
Filling the room
She who is fain learns to give into the pleasure
Carrying her trance soul
The taste of her inside your mouth will remain
Continuing to prowl her inner sanctum
Peculiar seduction shall be her art
An enigma of feminine beauty
Categories:
eyeshadow, gothic, love, lust,
Form:
ABC
Green is the color I forsee
With my very own eyes, I truly do see.
You see green is a very lucky color you see
A green object is easy to see
Where O Where can that Clover be?
When you seek a clover within the grass you'll know your lucky
Clover O Clover Where can that leprechaun be?
Can it be on a cereal box? called lucky charms.
Clover O Clover, you are so lucky please come to me.
Go and find it on the grass there's numerous of clovers around the world.
Where O Where can that leprechaun be??
Maybe you'll find one near a rainbow.
Is it here? Is It there? Where can it be?
On Saint Patrick's Day, if you wear green He'll know it for sure. trust me he does.
During this special day, people look if you're wearing green or not.
A few Women wear a plain green dress or polka dot dress.
some Little girls wear a green clip on their hair
Some businessmen wear a green tie with a suit.
Some women wear earrings on their ears or a clover pin on their blouse or coat.
Some women inclusively wear green eyeshadow on the crease above their eye
Few wear green nail polish on their nails
Saint Patrick's day is a lovely holiday.
If you write him a beloved poem for Saint Patricks Day, He will love it.
He'll know how much you truly love him just like I do.
I truly see green everywhere I go.
I see it on trees, plants, grass. Green is everywhere I go.
Saint Patrick, I truly do love you.
Categories:
eyeshadow, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
Robbing history
sending time capsules into space
placing their illusions around me
and we all can'r believe this is taking place
talk about it
talk about me
make me something
make me everything
refer to me
my pain
my life the secret shadowfiend
be inspired
truly admired
hint at it like a game
haunting
living
ignoring
exploring
the path is the present
and you hold the educational keys to your chains
from page to page
the cup of your lover
might be a paper cup or a chalice like mine
the path to the house
is something
the body of waters you all refer to
are your experiences in love and intercourse
all the way to the house of death
looking back to the past of the present of your path
to realise your futuristic forests
and somewhere
you need to point at me
you need to say here lies history
but not now
not yet
this is the underground
blue lipstick
of junkies and drug abuse
green eyeshadow of domestic abuse
no more shaved heads
and it keeps changing
look for your escape route from page to page
references to my own titles
to keep you captivated
subject matter and puzzles of layers and themes
to keep you swaying
of philosophy of no death row
and we achieve world peace in unity
point at me
make me history
pay my tithe
resign your wills and desires
and recreate your lists of how you want to live your life
all because god lit the hells on fire
a metaphor for a prayer
and a sin at the same time
such innocent blasphemy
and the bible remains a crime scene of which political player
won the world war and choked us out with lies
making history and paranoia
point at me
and realize
we didn't study psychology
to sell ourselves drugs alcohol and cigarettes to children
so I'll keep fishing
but until then
ssssssshhhhhh.....blue revolutionary
offering you a truth or dare
Categories:
eyeshadow, angst, history, visionary, me,
Form:
Free verse
This Friday night was as-black-as-coal, he ignites a blackberry-colored cigar,
His belly is filled with fried chicken, Hennessy, and caviar.
This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable…
The intoxication is accredited, and honest-to-goodness notarized,
The spirit hypnotizes critical-thinking, the caterpillar forgets the past as a butterfly.
This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable…
Each step is measured, closer to the building filled with aria and gloss,
The alluring drip of feminine sustenance, high-heals and eyeshadow sauce.
This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable…
The morning is beautiful, he puffs a blackberry-colored cigar,
His arms are filled with feminine physiques, the ambient attraction of a superstar.
This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable.
Categories:
eyeshadow, analogy, happy, imagination, journey,
Form:
Free verse
FIFTEEN
Being fifteen can be good or bad
it seems as if we teens are alwyas sad, and mad
13 hits ...
.the age were everything changes
the boys who thought we were once gross
becomes the things we think about the most
14 hits .....
your face breaks out ,your attitude changes
our parents think we are just acting out
lip gloss ,make up, eyeshadow,bling
become apart of our language for girls it seem.
being a teenager isn't always easy
it dosn't come wih a manual or contract
people don't tell us how we should act
being a teenager is hard and thats a fact
15 hits..
Categories:
eyeshadow, teen
Form:
Ballad
abstract art
doctor are you seeing spots
the family story of an artist
the plot thickens
the red spots of one page
subtlety of the blue lines
oh skeleton man
such a cold soul
i'll never know
what the window had to say
the mirror of my soul tells me instead
that i might not recognise myself
but i am priceless
the kitchen witch cursed
in the stains of the mirror
the blue ceas of the red waters
and as we spiral out of the zodiac language unsolvable riddle
what was left on every church window
an art show of throw me a bone
as i run away
throw you off my tail
chase the goose egg
chase the wrong spade
forget my face
its all over
sweet surrender giving in
where ever i go the lemonaid is soo sour
selling myself piece by piece
cashing in
slow rollercoasster
selling myself impolitley
even though you dont like me
paintings for my family
a theme for friends
and among thee works of art i give away
what does the curse of the colors give away
\black paint wasaway
stained hearts and im already insane
seeing spots again
inside this box a game to play
new rules and the angels sway with the cold souls forgotten
never did what you wanted
intertwining foundation
lost among the new paperchase
the story gets deeper
outsider looking in
outsider looking in
the colors mean something
green eyeshadow emergenxcy exit
red rum at the table of perception
when will you get it
throw you a bone so the dogs burry me another way
soo comfortable in this rusty cage
my suicidal headless blunder
teaching you something
victom again
but soapy hands
Categories:
eyeshadow, historyme, art, art, blue,
Form:
Free verse
Silver Glitter Eyeshadow
i toss my dreams in the air
letting them fall to me as i sleep
this alternate world i prefer
except that you're ever rarely there
in that distant land
where secrets i have i keep
safe from the waiting world
and waking eyes that stare and glare
*
if i were ever to lose my way
i know that you would soon appear
with glowing eyes amidst the trees
near the shining gate you call me to
i would trust and know its real
if my heart had no trace of fear
your eyes in silver glitterance
i drift to sleep and dream of you
Edited March 25, 2009 by Rosewin
A. Lemonade/Rosewin's notes for current emphasis and character growth hint:
"i would trust and know its real
if my heart had no trace of fear
your eyes in silver glitterance
i drift to sleep and dream of you"
:::YourFavoriteGhostwriter commented on The Heart of the Beast
Posted March 25, 2009
Thank you YFG I used to try to write complex poems with intricate words
:::YourFavoriteGhostwriter said about Silver Glitter Eyeshadow: What great opening lines again: tossing your dreams in the air like toys... and see, they're coming down to you again in your sleep! Wow!... You're a vivid/lucid dreamer and the way you depict these "dreamscapes" (on your blog too), the atmosphere in this poem... it's all... mysterious, enchanting, very real and at the same time "sur-real", or... "super-real" (as in supernatural - a higher world, another dimension).
Second part of the poem: those "glowing eyes amidst the trees"/"eyes in silver glitterance"... it could be a lonely wolf or something, it's like... something/someone dangerous, calling you "near the shining gate"... but in your heart there is "no trace of fear"... and then there you go again to this dreamland ("i drift to sleep") and meets this person/creature, some god of goddess of "the other land"? This is, well... a hypnotising poem! It attracts the reader, pulls him/her into this enchanted domain! This poem speaks to the reader as the sjaman once did (don't know if "sjaman" is English), it's truly mystic
Categories:
eyeshadow, adventure, allah, appreciation, best
Form:
Free verse
My hair is grey today,
And that's the way it will stay,
Unless I lose it,
That's a worry I'll delay.
I have a buzz haircut,
It's very short, but
needs little attention
If the rest ever falls out
It will hardly be worth a mention.
I'm not too fond of make-up,
Layered on my face
False eyelashes and beauty spots,
Are more than out of place,
Lipsticks do not flatter my ageing lips
I do wear lipgloss even though it sticks
my lips together, but it does not chip,
Like nail polish, which I found a chore,
That is the reason why I don't use it anymore.
Mascara, eyeshadow and foundation too,
Hair dyed in bright colours of every hue.
I think that at my age, I'll stay as I am,
Naturally old.
Not like mutton dressed as lamb!
Categories:
eyeshadow, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Eyelashes
Eyelashes are such a little bitty word, and they in themselves are little bitty too. They said “girl did you know all the stuff I can do?” Put those things on and then bat your eyes, trust me you’ll look and say “oh my my “.
I wonder if eyelashes could do all of that. When you put on eyelashes you put on eyeshadow too because it brings just a spat of the sparkle and hue.
You can’t put on eyeshadow without putting on make up too, once you spread it on, your skin looks like silk embued. Why not go further and put on the rest, the red lipstick you have brings out your best.
A little bit of color on your cheekbones to give just a little glow of Chic Radiance, will let it show. You look in the mirror, and you say “is that me?” That is one gorgeous lady I see. I am ready to go, can’t want for much more.
But now wait a minute let’s get to this hair, I can’t walk away and leave it right there. I’ll comb it and prep it and put it on the side, where it will glide, until it looks its best like all the rest, then I can say “Thank You Next.”
All this just from eyelashes, you did not know what they could do. I didn’t either until my niece introduced them with the pen glue. Now I won’t leave them they make me feel renewed. I love my eyelashes, they help me love me too.
Inspired by Crystal of Chic Radiance
https://youtu.be/oA9ldfFQog8
Categories:
eyeshadow, beauty, confidence, fashion, girl,
Form:
Burlesque
Beneath My Beautiful.
Beneath my beautiful,
Lies alot,
Some of which,
You may not want to see.
Carefully piled up,
Made up,
Covered up to conceal,
The truth of what lies
within.
Beneath my beautiful,
Lies heartache, sorrow
and pain,
Fear of going through
the same,
Desire to have things
change,
Need to wipe out Hurt's
stains.
See I was told,
That only the strong and
the bold,
Will get peace and joy
that I so
wished to behold,
So I walked up to the
mirror,
Wiped off my tears and,
Pampered up my eyes
with
mascarra.
Covered the the veins of
pain with
eyeshadow,
And on the cheeks
marked with
tear stains,
Added a little colour,
One pat here,
One pat there,
And I was done.
I was ready to face the
world,
Get that joy that I knew I
deserved,
But I forgot that each
journey has
its shine and rain,
And so it rained,
I with no other plan than
A,
No where to shelter or
shade,
And thus my beautiful
was slowly
washed away.
Beneath my beautiful,
Lies unending cries,
Consuming desire,
Desperate pleas,
For joy and peace,
Lord Here is what lies
beneath the
masquerade of happiness,
That smile curved on the
mask,
Is as false and fake,
Like fertility in the statue
of
liberty,
Beneath my beautiful lies
the real
me,
Sort me out I beg thee
please.
Categories:
eyeshadow, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
The house mourns now that she has gone
Desperately I dig through her cabinet to find anything to hold on.
My dewy gaze lands upon her glitter eyeshadow.
Mesmerized, I put it and my eyes lit up like rainbow
Unaware, the devil stood behind me with his eyes filled with rage
“Stop this at once! Act like the boys your age!”
He struck me across the face and labelled me an abomination
No boy I knew liked glitter eyeshadow so must be true I thought, the allegation.
Bruised and bleeding I hid from him in the closet of hers
Found two angels with broken wings and wrinkled skin in the drawers.
The old rusty sprites started singing songs of freedom and fight
“We are everywhere! Those of us who like glitter!” said one with all their might.
Every day I would sit there and learn of my identity
Knowing there are people like me in the world gave me serenity
As it sang its last tune, I realized they were left to me by mother
She knew I’d need them one day after she’s gone, in the hope to save me the fate I suffer.
The stained papyrus armed me with spells enchanted
If it wasn’t for them, I would have been locked forever with my knowledge scanted.
With a purple heart, I get out because now the devil scared me not
I walk proudly out of the house knowing I’m not made to rot.
“Do you not care what the people call an unnatural?” asked the devil shocked
“Look! He’s a tranny!..is how you will be remarked.”
“Its not He. Its She” placidly said I and left him dismayed.
Freedom and identity were the weapons handed down for my aid
By warriors who put their words in books unafraid.
Categories:
eyeshadow, books, community, fate, for
Form:
Rhyme
Im crying so hard
Asking you not to leave
Im holding you back
From going out that front door
Demanding you stay with me
You stop and turn towards me
You tell me to knock it off
I smack him across the face
For telling me what to do
He puts his hand to his cheek
He looks up at me
And chases me into the bedroom
He slams the door and locks it
He starts to yell at me
I ask him if Im pretty enough to be seen with him
I run into the bathroom and bring back makeup
I put lipstick over my lips and eyeshadow over my eyes
I ask him again if Im pretty enough
He stands their with his head down towards the ground
I walk over towards him and hold his head up
He stares at me
I stare at him
I hug him with all my might and he hugs me back
I asked why he was going to leave
He said he had to go do something
I asked him what
He said it didn't matter because it was too late
I just hug him harder
He tilts my face towards him and we kiss
A slow, warm kiss
It felt so good
He whispered in my ear
You are too pretty for me
I dont deserve you
Then we look at each other once more
Then he says it
I love you, Allison
I reply back to him
I love you too, Ace
Categories:
eyeshadow, girlfriend-boyfriendme, love, me,
Form: