Eyeshadow Poems | Examples

Vanity

At the vanity I sit
While my radio plays hits
A blank canvas stares back
Time for some beauty hacks

I hope the gods can hear my pleas
As I sit here and try to tweeze
An eyebrow shape that isn’t messy
Not too shabby, not too dressy

Some mascara and primer
And just a little bit of liner
A swipe of cherry lip gloss
I apply it in a cross cross

Dab, cover up, and powder
I turn my music up louder
It’s not just habitual
It’s a daily ritual

A repetitive task
Just to put on a mask
But it makes me feel good
Quite more than it should

I squeeze into a skinny dress
Beauty is a pain I guess
Even so, I’ll still impress
I’m not even gonna stress

Because even when I’m a mess
I gotta say I still look blessed
Just need a bit of setting spray
And I’m ready to take on the day

Eyeshadow specks gracing the floor
Glitter and gemstone diamonds galore
I glance at the mirror as I walk out the door
I’m looking my best but who’s keeping score

Sleeping Beauty

I remember the days when I'd fall
asleep before hitting the pillow.
Ah, the joy of a sound sleep.

I might not have been at my best
in the morning all things considered.
Day-old makeup very much past its prime.

My eyelashes were caked and looking scraggly,
my lipstick smeared across my cheek and pillow,
eyeshadow streaked clear across my forehead.

Thankfully one good shower made me whole again!



AP: 2nd place 2025

Miss Cartolano

"The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind." Kahlil

Grade one, six years old, born to immigrant parents 
not a word of English did I speak, but I found compassion    
in a kind loving teacher who smelled like talcum powder   
and wore baby blue eyeshadow the color of the sky. 

She never married for the love of her life died at war  
each time she spoke of him her eyes shone like stars *
I will never forget that first day at school
when I began to cry, for I did not understand language. 
I walked down a corridor of oppression and gloom until  
she walked over to my desk and leaned into my ear,  
"Don't worry, I speak Italian too in case you get stuck." 
Its as if someone had just let me out of a dark suitcase. 
 
As I inhaled the scent of her talcum I suddenly knew,  
I would be fine.  Miss Cartolano was my first grade teacher,  
she was the one who taught me how to never give up.

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024

Portals Of My Mind

"The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind." Kahlil

Grade one, six years old, born to immigrant parents 
not a word of English did I speak, but I found compassion    
in a kind loving teacher who smelled like talcum powder   
and wore baby blue eyeshadow, the color of the sky. 
She never married for the love of her life died at war  
each time she spoke about him her eyes shone like stars *
I will never forget that first day at school
when I began to cry.  Not understanding the language
I walked a dark corridor of oppression and gloom. 
 
She walked over to my desk and leaned into my ear,  
don't worry I speak Italian too in case you get stuck. 
Its as if someone had just let me out of a dark suitcase. 
I inhaled the scent of her talcum and the color of her blues. 
Everything would be fine I knew as I walked through 
the portals of my mind unafraid, I began to trust and learn.  

Miss Cartolano was my first grade teacher. 
She was the one who taught me how to never give up.

An End to an Era

An End of An Era
Late-night drunken philosophy over waffle house coffee
A little existential dread to go with your scattered, smothered and covered
All the faces you may never see again
Cool water perfume ,burgundy hair and blue eyeshadow
My addidas that had poetry written on them
You smelt like dragons blood incense, salt and rust
Sunrises in the city park
Holding hands on the swingset
We talked all night but can't remember a damn thing we said
I saw heaven in holey jeans out all night with you running the streets
Enamored with the way the light at dawn made your skin glow
We were kings of the world 
They say hold on to your youth while you're young but time was always wasted on us
We acted like we didn't know what it was until it was gone
Like so many things time creeps up on you, one minute you got it all 
the next second you blink
And 20 years have gone
It hurts less when you realize the years never really leave you
Your existence is a vessel of memories
I saw a photo of this sign today
And you came running back to me

Au Naturel

My hair is grey today,
And that's the way it will stay,
Unless I lose it,
That's a worry I'll delay.
I have a buzz haircut,
It's very short, but
needs little attention
If the rest ever falls out
It will hardly be worth a mention.
I'm not too fond of make-up,
Layered on my face
False eyelashes and beauty spots,
Are more than out of place,
Lipsticks do not flatter my ageing lips
I do wear lipgloss even though it sticks
my lips together, but it does not chip,
Like nail polish, which I found a chore,
That is the reason why I don't use it anymore.
Mascara, eyeshadow and foundation too,
Hair dyed in bright colours of every hue.
I think that at my age, I'll stay as I am,
Naturally old.
Not like mutton dressed as lamb!

Makeup

Auburn hair, cotton candy colored eyelids.
Ooh, this look’s so good and got me goin’ crazy, baby.
Check out my bob cut and betty bangs,
So pretty that you forget the phone even rang.

Come, baby, take a look at these maroon lips.
Let me kiss you before you bet your chips,
Cause I know, I know I'm truly a lucky girl
To even have you, darling, as part of my world.

You could have all the luck, but still you know
Without my love, you would be absolutely stuck.
Auburn hair, smokey mascara and eyeshadow
Got me staring at myself in the mirror until tomorrow.

Check out my new do and baby if you love it, 
Soon enough you can even do me too.
Come closer baby, because my burgundy lips 
Want to give you more than just tips.

Oh baby, I love it when you wanna touch me,
But I mostly want you to look at me like I'm so pretty.
Auburn hair and navy painted eyes got you feeling so sexy, baby, 
Like my makeup I'll do you right all night until the sunrise.

A Man of Steel Now a Rusty Nail Strong Not Frail-

Eyeshadow I'm cold I'm pale 
You die in hell I am hated
 I am slaughter scorned and frail 
What am I yet but  substance
I am rugged rough and
I am just a rusted nail
I am tall bronze rustic
Can I be trusted
Solid steel I reveal
No longer frail
A longer frame yet I'm still rusty nail


11/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Undeniable

This Friday night was as-black-as-coal, he ignites a blackberry-colored cigar,
His belly is filled with fried chicken, Hennessy, and caviar.

This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable…

The intoxication is accredited, and honest-to-goodness notarized,
The spirit hypnotizes critical-thinking, the caterpillar forgets the past as a butterfly.

This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable…

Each step is measured, closer to the building filled with aria and gloss,
The alluring drip of feminine sustenance, high-heals and eyeshadow sauce.

This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable…

The morning is beautiful, he puffs a blackberry-colored cigar,
His arms are filled with feminine physiques, the ambient attraction of a superstar.

This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable.

The Supremes

the supremes
you can't hurry blue
    eyeshadow, or love



posted on June 30, 2018

Next Big Thing

I don’t understand
Why all the great artists
Have to be depressed as f***
To be great.
I feel like my sadness 
Is tantamount to my success.
I can’t finish my work-
Can’t find the motivation 
To even call my f****** boyfriend-
Because I’m on the road 
To the Next Big Thing!
I’m miserable because I’m driving
Along the highway of creativity.
F*** that.
I’m f****** miserable 
Because my brain is in the s***s,
And I’m a pessimistic little a*****e
Because I don’t remember
What it was like
When I was the chipper, peppy little b****
Who flirted with everything that moved
And ate herself sick
And wore her hair in a greasy ponytail 
With eyeshadow smeared across her face
And a massive, s***-eating grin 
Splitting already split lips.

Blue Is

Blue is the ring around my boyfriends eyes 
when the light hits them.
Blue is the weird color I never used in kindergarten,
because I thought it was for boys.
Blue is the smell of salt and the sound of seagulls
on a Tuesday afternoon in Huntington.
Blue is the shade of my wristband for Horror Nights
the first time I went with my love.
Blue is the color of my ripped denim jeans I wore
to pick up my sister from the airport.
Blue is what I painted my toes the 
morning of my mom’s wedding.
Blue is the feeling my family felt,
when we lost a loved one.
Blue is the stain on my carpet 
when I was painting my brothers skateboard.
Blue is the electricity and the anticipation,
before a concert starts.
Blue is the color my sister said she hated,
but always used when doing her eyeshadow.
Blue is the color that holds memories
and reminders of the little big things in life.

Gothic Girl

As the velvet darkness falls
A gothic girl illuminates her black candles
Creating a shade overturn atmosphere
Dressed in raven latex and fishnet stockings
Wearing black lipstick and eyeshadow looking succulent
A pierced tongue and a chock chain around her neck, you know she's perverse
Her perfume smells like a weeping winter
With cardinal highlights in her hair
Complimenting her pale  snow white completion
She's a mythic women, wanting love
Someone relating to her darkened world
She'll be embraced, a sweet caresses
A kiss that goes deep, exploiting her flickering lure
Sipping blood-red wine
Penetration from a lover of death
She lets out her dulcet sounds
Biting down on delicate skin, bare each others mark
The smell of potent sex is intoxicating
Filling the room
She who is fain learns to give into the pleasure
Carrying her trance soul
The taste of her inside your mouth will remain
Continuing to prowl her inner sanctum
Peculiar seduction shall be her art
An enigma of feminine beauty

Seasons

Seasons come and go
Should I close my eyes so you can dwell on my eyeshadow 
Should I close my eyes and look down
So you can see my pain
So you can see my deep thoughts

Seasons come and go
We are all on the go 
High seasons of excitement! 
Low seasons of boredom

Enjoy your season 
Whether low or high 
In glow and awe.

The Eyeshadow Girl

The blend of colors enlightens her day when she decides to embrace them;
She loves various colors which bring alive a girl’s eyes;
Each color depicts the triumph of beauty from within that is eager to fly more than twice;
The charisma of colors vitalizes one’s surrounding being a priceless gem.

Surveying around, she picks her Jimmy Choo;
Picking up her Chanel bag she appreciates her labor of love;
Then she looks at her sister to Shoo;
She knows that materialism and spiritualism is hard work from blessing above.

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