Best Mascara Poems

DRY MASCARA

Nobody sees through the shadow and the color of my eyes
The times I've cried are the only time you notice the trace down my face
This time,  
The sorrow at heart is deeper than anything I've ever penned or spoken of,
  an atmosphere...

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I know how to make your makeup run
Make you bleed like light bleeds from the sun
Cause the mascara you wear to smear down your beloved face
Tell me, how do tears stained black taste

I know how to rip you scars internally
Force you to the brink of...

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dark rain falling down....
liquid smog drops drizzling down
so deep I may drown...

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Words in mascara of faces in faiths
Not what I telling you
But the tones of words in tacks of minds
As absorbed is this
that the hate of eyes
Within hidden in hearts
Applied in masks
This haunting
And howls...

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I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just...

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As sex and scars, mascara covers
The blood n liquor mingles on the bar
Draining to the vast caverns of my horrors 
While dark dreams coalesce in all my corners

I sit here wondering: What went wrong
Why did my rage drive me to the edge
As the screws turn...

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Today she put on her makeup with a smile on her face,

not knowing that the one she loved is gonna wash it away.

When she looked in the mirror she saw a fake reflection,

her mind had a feeling that the one she loved had a confession.

When...

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It has come to this hasn’t it?
Faded memories of who we used to be
I remember crying over thoughts such as “I’ve lost him” and “I’ll never see him again”
Black lines would trace my face and wear my eyelashes limp
Sometimes it would take so long to...

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I heard an angel speak last night and he said “write”,
“Write of the anguish and pain,
The desolation, and isolation.
May the ink fall like blood,
Spill over the pages,
Making permanent marks,
Never to regain its flawless form again”

I walk down the foot-worn trail,
Bare feet turned black by the...

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"So what will you do without me?" 
he asks, 
 

     I will become Jezzebel, 
like all the other forgotten 
women of romance movies, 
     huddle in the back alley ways of 
notorious speakeasies 
in a revealing...

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Mascara smudged – through the tears
I see the rumbling truth being preached
By silent prayers, gentling peace…

Doubting the whispers of yesterday’s dream,
I fall to my knees, murmuring – tender
Feelings bleeding through veins filled with 
Temptations, exposing the distractions –
Little things, simplicity spilling from the windows,
Panes squeaky...

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a veil descended upon his restless soul

converted into apathy and grave sadness

no need to take off the mask of shadows

there was no living persona left to reveal


he dreamt of Venetian Carnival nights

but the only seduction was an illusion

of free flowing movement in stagnation

Henry was well...

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Eyes dark brown
Hint of opulence
Deep stares
Eyelids pose no indulgence
Mascara projecting a bold persona
Sometimes too intimidating to bear
Coy corner of vulnerability
Crumbles courage without care
Stone hearted countinence
No longer finds sustenance
Smudged lashes
Eyes set back
Washing away that mascara
Good or bad
Happy or sad
She becomes herself...

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WAITING FOR DEATH

How tedious it is waiting for Death 
When She is still dressing up
To sit in a quagmire of silent prayer
While sandwiches turn dry

How tedious when a nappy 
Must still be changed
As Forgiveness waits for a touch 
And a mantra hangs like a noose

How...

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A tear falls down the cheek,
Glittering like a diamond,
It tastes of the sea,
Tears are they happy or sad,
Forced or free falling, 
They both look the same,
Wet eyelashes mascara running down the face,
Leaving a black trail, red and puffy eyes,
Tears show emotion but will ruin your...

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