Celebrities Poems - Poems about Celebrities

In Paris, society people unironically dress for dinner, go to cocktail parties (where the hostess has an obvious drinking problem), dine with Catholic Bishops, industrialists, politicians and occasional celebrities (usually for charity) in places dripping with atmosphere. I met this famous actor once (July 2019, pre-covid, I was 15), at one of these summer parties in...

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they run to Hollywood waiting to be discovered in a dime store or a parking lot young and hot beautiful people waiting for their chance they want to be stars seek being noticed want attention finally becoming celebrities now they are hounded everyone wants a piece of them they cannot get to their cars safely they have to hire bodyguards we read stories about them in the tabloids he was...

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In twenty three, we waved goodbye to much celebrity But in the clouds the welcome party takes them three by three Tina Turner, Jerry Springer, Mister Donald Trump (Of which, one is poetic license; please don’t get the hump) Before the Lord, upon their knees, they had to state their case And detail what they did to benefit the human...

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Tale of too Hollywood Two pages into the Twilight. No lies, cannot see the light, I realise the lies salivating on Pennywise's venomous lips. Dust to dust, friends can become enemies as much as they are family. Two cigarettes into the young night that seduced James Dean. A sip of red wine, double back to a night in Paris with Naomi...

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I have been blessed to be with the presence of celebrities, My favorite performers through the years. To listen to them in concert was profound, They are your companions through the lonely hours. Excellence at the grand piano and song, Rock n'roll excellence where you could sing along. Memorizing their songs in hopes of becoming a performer, Singing Elvis to a dining-hall...

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Pop a critter in your mouth, Its all you get for lunch. A big juicy bug on which you have to munch. You know you really wanna take a nice big bite, if you do it fast enough, then the bug wont fight. Wash it down with some fluid that really looks quite vile, After that, you wont want to eat for really quite a while....

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Restraint sacked by guilty pleasures Liberty to relay emotional features Cerebrum overthrown by larynx Coy fetters shattered by the heavy blow of drugs Passion for things of onyx High pants worn in imitation of prisoners Appearing trendy is a criteria Modifing the lives of their listeners They dine mostly in galleria The society endorse them Companies sponsor Modesty is a snag...

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Are they real? Celebrities. I don't get them Celebrities. Are they better than the rest of us? Celebrities! Celebrities! How does one become one?...

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All eyes on me, while I dance away the night in continuous blackouts, But my beauty so evident, shining stars on the stage suck out the life and now I know this life is a regret, but I'm a star...

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Strange, but wealth and fame breed odd insecurities of blokes and chicks called showbiz pampered deities. When still unknown they thirst for popularity, dreaming to be a hot, glitzy celebrity. They long to bask in stardom's charm and vanity. But when they're there, they turn into an oddity: They nod at fans inside long limo's secrecy, behind dark glasses, pining for lost...

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Well, here I am again, with my tales from the night before. Just when you thought you heard it all, here I am with more. Remember back in “one” of the tales I told to you, Well please sit back and listen, because here comes number two. Bob Hope and Bing Crosby didn’t make it, they’re on the road. Buster...

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Met some famous people in a dream I had last night. Meeting and greeting them was surely my delight, However, the way they mingled was more than I could bear. There actions made me worry and made me stop and stare. The Duke, John Wayne, was poised with a gun there in his hand. Mae West was there, too, looking...

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