Best Make Up Poems
I think that I may be indecisive.
But now I’m not really quite sure
I can’t seem to make up my mind
I've never had this problem before
I used to see everything in black and white
Now I can’t decide and nothing is right
I was going to buy some venison
But decided it was a little deer
Maybe I’ll get some new glasses
So my clouded judgement is clear
26th April 2015
i close my eye's to see you
and to kiss you i kiss the air
to hold your hand i clench my fist
though there is nobody there
sometimes i listen for your voice
in the passing wind
and hope for some form of ghost
to replace my missing friend
my time for you it comes and goes
whether you're there only heaven knows
my peace is in knowing your with God
my hope with glowing smile gives a nod
my joy overflowing with you in my mind
my memories of you all good times
What is the point? Asked Mrs. Snooty.
The point is I could not make up my mind when we
were building, so I said put all three in.
We are not talking light switches.
We are talking light fixtures, and they are
gorgeous. I love them.
Not in the middle like most small eight by eight
rooms, but marching down the middle of the ceiling
in a proud line.
The point is, I like it this way, and it is my house.
I love color, and they are all colorful.
How did I raise someone this prissy?
I wonder to myself.
we give
we take
we love
we hate
we're here
we're there
we do
don't care
we're up
we're down
we're in
we're out
we yes
we no
we do
we don't
we stop
we go
we to
and fro
we lose
we find
make up your mind
we're slaves
we're free
we're make
believe
we toss
we keep
we're shallow
we're deep
we run
we hide
we live
we die
we show
we tell
about
ourselves
we're old
we're young
we're smart
we're dumb
we're all
one kind
make up your mind
we're hot
we're cold
we're scared
we're bold
we're nickels
and dimes
we're cruel
we're kind
we avert
we stare
we truth
we dare
we laugh
we cry
we're dull
we shine
we're real
we're fake
we pie
we cake
bitter truth
sour lies
make up your mind
I am playing with mommy’s make up
While she’s tired and putting her feet up
I’m supposed to be having rest too
But face painting’s a fun thing to do.
Mommy placed the curlers in my hair
She tells me it gives me added flair
So I’m painting my face, as mom does
Hoping it makes her happy heart buzz.
My hair will become curly whirly
And my face decidedly girly
With my lips covered in red lipstick
Blusher on my cheeks, and green eyelids.
Mommy is bound to have a surprise
When she wakes up and opens her eyes
I'm sure she'll say that I look charming
Don't know what she means by self harming.
According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.
At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray
All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So its hard to explain
Why they do it again
When it comes to a test
The face men love best
Is not self-possessed
But quite manifest
In Ye Olde Gene Pool race
Neither beauty nor grace
Could begin to replace
A familiar face!
so, you want me
to be happy
(shiny white teeth and perfect makeup)
hook: so, where's my pills?
so, you want me to be
domesticated
hook: so, where's my pills!!
so, you want to tame me
and keep me like a pet
(sound: person purring like cat)
but this little kitty
likes to scratch
(sound like a computer cat roar)
I don't want-ta
and you can't make me
because, I'm not that kind of kitty cat
(woman in cat suit, licking paws)
hook: so, where the hell is my pills!
just a minute dear I'll be right there
(woman with apron and hair in face)
Choices in life are not easy to make.
Contain two or more selections.
Be aware of which selection you take.
Since sometimes there's no reversions.
Leaving a sequel of deceptions.
Nayda Ivette
9-18-2015
Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense
They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet
She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds,
Carefully paints fishtail eyes , studs, and crimson lips,
satin scarfs around hug her hips
Bindi adorned when with the Janes
A sterling nose ring pierces a membrane
Azure pools of light inserted—contact’s atop
wistful deeper dark reddish brown longing lens
Riffles through a cosmetic bag,
Faberge`a final touch then off she struts
Spinning the roulette wheel in random realms
Burned through one persona after another
The mask worn smothers
Charcoal tears pour down her cherry cheeks
Personas have their limitations
Reinventions only break the tiresome tensions
Infinite shades of pale, anemic, listless
Darker are the shadows that deem
Her skin is frail, weakness fills a ship and torn it’s sail
Though her wit retains its cutting edge
out on the ledge an empty soul on trial
Tragic trends suit her
Charcoal tears won’t save her
Metamorphosis’s demise, elusive unmasked
Limited are the bounds of weakness,
Marie-Thérès Picasso’s golden muse
hung herself after his death
Now a frozen memory in the dark daze
as nothing else remains its love’s myth
She played the games we may or not resist
Gone those days frozen in merciless mist
where fate awaits
Make-up
Used to cover up the beauty
In which you were made from
Maybe
Fearful of what you
Cannot see within yourself
Maybe
Desiring attention
Only from those who are blind
Maybe
The need to blend in
Rather than stand out
I used to miss your touch, now your hands feel like claws
I used to melt in your stare, now your eyes come with bristles
I used to miss your shag and plaits, now you wear a tail of a horse
I used to miss a natural shape, now your curves are created by a dose
I used to miss your call of my name, now you sound like Americanos and Angles
Tell me if I’m stuck in history, lagging behind as the *****Sapien evolves
You cannot have that face. It doesn't belong to you.
Try some other image, but not those star eyes of blue.
Red is fine for lips, but not those squiggly lines at edge.
Original face required, when you take the circus clown pledge.
Household timetable cereal....
shower half - past - seven
planted a kiss on
the top of the head...
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
make up makes you cry
numb your days with lies
wake up save your pride
when will you realize
Don't you cloes your eyes
you were undoubtly free
won't you put aside the pride
we were unforgetably free
make up
makes you proud of you
make up
brings for the truth
Put a coat on
Cover your eyes
A cover girl
Covered in lies
Red was a sign that meant
you were trying too hard
Paint your face off
This is who you are
along side the sea shore
my lady loves her luck
all kinds of beautiful bugs
you'll never know what they were
ouch it bit me
kiss kiss, it's okay
we continued to lay
the only reason we pray
"summer songs about nothing"