Cosmetic Poems - Poems about Cosmetic

Best makeup is water and soap And that's enough....

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Hankered after plump pouting lips Surgery the answer read all the tips Now I'm a cartoon~think Donald Duck Opening my mouth with horror I cluck. Light Verse No:2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by L. Milton Hankins 10/09/2021...

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aka "No More Masks" or "Avon Calling" It seems that your looks are genetic And no one would claim they're magnetic Improve the aesthetic! Apply a cosmetic! Synthetic is seldom pathetic!...

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his last gasp was quite lengthy trying to go out with a bang as usual a rationalist manifesto covering his face accompanied by a cotton field work song his grip went slack under the torrent of images fortunes have been lost in that snapshot parlor shook the money from the pockets of many a surviving Siamese twin blessed with a rugged set of...

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Now if I mascara this, Add some red lipstick, Color blonde in my hair, Botox if I dare, Would I make me lovely, indeed, Or profits for the cosmetic industry?...

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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...

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Cosmetic beauty Artificial Beauty like a rainbow colours She Gretta's like she is real Artificial beauty Like a fake stars At night She shines like She own the world Artificial beauty Like a disguise Pretty serpent She confused So many men Artificial beauty Like a faded Masquerade She lies by her Beauty to every man She seduce Artifical beauty She break a...

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My desk-mate can hear My heart roaring silently in pain Doom, doom, doom the heart roars to me Whenever the cosmetic intellectual enters The Garden of Eden is before me To cultivate, plant and enjoy fruits of tree of life But the sand of success is shifting daily To those with shoulders to lean on, not brain power In the crescendo of...

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What a beautiful face it seems Her teeth is perfect and white as she beams Why don't I have that beauty one screams And so to the beauty parlour with many dreams to get makeup treatments and many creams And another falls to the cosmetic industry schemes For the beautiful face is a product of Photoshop teams Its the lasting inward character...

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My signal is made with my mouth where I eat and where I kiss. I say yes around my lips, biologically I may suck in or disembogue here. My smile is the main face of my yes, eight teeth I keep fresh and well shaped. My smile is more important than my soul....

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You think you know who I am, familiar with all of my flaws and quirks that reside in my exterior. You think you can read me so well, that if my soul were your bestselling paperback novel, then the pages would be heavily dogeared at the corners and wearing out with use. However, in reality,...

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