Quite white really not brown as first stated,
olive skin, dark eyes only what i've created
Apply the bronzer, smudged charcoal lines, complete with mascara my personality
defined
Nothing too bad beneath, but what peoples expectations command,
a prisoner, a slave to my artistic hand
Categories:
bronzer, introspection
Form: I do not know?
High heeled leather pumps; the best will only do
In all different styles and colors; the most brilliant of hues
Gorgeous diamond jewelry; a temptation not to resist
Hone my very essence and surely enhance my wrists
Managing hair appointments; a color and highlight is a must
Angelic to the naked eye; beauty is what we lust
Imperfections not visible; expensive makeup applied to disguise
Neiman Marcus and Marshal Fields; fully stocked with vital supplies
Tanning bed awaits; a special bronzer first I must get
Enriched with vitamins and minerals; top shelf purchase let’s not forget
Nylons hosiery and lingerie; Victoria’s Secret now exposed
A variety of silk and satins; frilled with lacy garnished bows
New car smell in the air; a fast sporty convertible is what I seek
Candy apple red with adorning leather seats; all which I bespeak
Exhausting idea of being a perfect wife; beauty's the weakness on this path of life
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Categories:
bronzer, life, people, visionary,
Form: Acrostic
she sits there
just as faded & yellow
sipping iced tea
& he rakes the yard
all of them yellow
& faded & dead.
they know to end it
before the worst had set in.
they don’t sit in lawnchairs
through november with bronzer spread
& romance novels staring at
old men while they rake leaves
they see the autumn
& they snuff it
this great example right
in front of him &
he rakes leaves
looking for the highest branch
he could jump from.
Categories:
bronzer, death, inspirational, life,
Form: Free verse