Best Lipstick Poems

There’s red lipstick
When her legs, dressed in denim, float teasingly through the air, and her soft, gentle hands caress her daily life.
All we see is red lipstick
When she hides secrets behind a subtle, tough leather jacket and her beautifully dressed, warm face smiles.
That glorious red lipstick
Camouflages her deep, seeking blue eyes as she gazes into...

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Sadly gone ,but not forgotten
from your dispenser full of grace
the magic colour purple
upon my lips did place.

A colour filled with wonder
that matched my bright-blue eye's
that could never set asunder
the oh-so-joyous surprise.

How good it looked, how good to see
that riotous splash; that helped me, to be
not him but HER, not he but SHE
awaiting womanhood
that's me !

Elizabeth...

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Depression is not treated by putting on lip stick 
you stand in the mirror and put on the tears snot 
drooling in your mouth behind the curtains awaiting 
to go out on stage and face an eager audience depression
stings like a bee you painfully feel it you can't hide by journaling 

writing poetry being clinically...

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I once met a girl wearing blue lipstick
Who had cold kisses 
and a heart tatted in dollar signs
With charming words and chimes 
She bedazzled my mind
Leaving me frozen in time...

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Luscious lips smelling of lavender 
Inspiring cranberry kiss
Presenting poetic purple bliss 
Sucking on chocolate neck
Timid yet teal tender caress 
Interesting emerald eyes 
Calling for comfort cherry cries
Keeping me hotter than July...

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A Beautiful woman
Sweet Voice, Hypnotizing eyes
Displays of smiles
Emotions of lies 
Life seems normal
No obvious dismays
Yet you have no idea about her life or necessary ways.
You would never know what story she has to tell
You would never know how she lives so well
Not an average career Yet one so real
Only the true Lipsticks now she ...

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“Be this lipstick on your collar, McNeer?”,
The question inside him struck fear
  - But, a lie he’d not tell
  - “ ‘T was ye sister, Belle …”
Funerals' tomorrow I hear....

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Lipstick on a coffee cup
Perfume on my sheets
Steam upon the mirror
A towel crumpled on the floor
Footprints in my bedroom
Left me pondering 
Aching for more
I miss you this morning
Until then my love 
I’ll wait by the door...

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all that remains
a lipstick smudge
on her pillow...

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Lipstick in the Mirror
It’s Everything and Everyone
And everywhere I’ve ever been
It’s all the things I’ve ever seen
And all the things inside of me
Inside of me   Inside of me
You hide in me   Inside for me
     So Big and Round- Let’s push it down
Let’s push it down  ...

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No matter what you do in samsara 
in the effort to improve samsara, 
improve yourself, improve others, 
it’s still samsara.

All effort, all improvement, never leaves the wheel, 
but that doesn’t mean there’s only the wheel. 

The wheel is what spins, ever-changing,
the embodiment of impermanence, 
but what it spins in
spins around, 
spins for,
is another story altogether.

(8/19/23)...

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VIOLET LIPSTICK



She was . . . smiling into me,
Her eyes, in mine, asking me
"Sir, what do you want to order?".
I could not speak
I could only see
her violet lipstick.
I quickly, shyly, adverted my eyes.

I did not see that she was tall, shapely,
black-haired and pretty -
did my racial mind blink?
Not.
What does race matter
when it comes to beauty
and...

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Lipstick on the collar his only flaw
From the late night lover he just saw
Washed his shirt real quick
But forgot his shtick
He'll burn in Hell when she sees him raw...

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Kiss
a sweet 
gentle kiss
touching your cheeks
red mark on your face
leave it on, live on it
I'll be kissing you each day
if you are mine and i'm your girl
my seal of love, accept it or not
with my red lipstick on, i'll keep you mine.




>>2012-08-18...

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Here I sit all alone
On an island I will call home
For the next ten years or more
How , why, what is the score

I have my trusty tool
A Swiss Army knife is nobody’s fool
A waterproofed  large awning
Giving me shelter dusk to morning

From sun and rain alike
That the second of my likes
My third I had to...

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