.
i'm
not sure what weigh'd more
thuh
clasp makeup
uv
'bout
mine sister'z visage
or boyfriend'z
her
hair
*m-m...hiz iz loooong'er
yeah, like that ^
and really cute eyne
whut
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Fashion’s a verb
an action word
something you do.
A subtle brush of blush
cheeks dusted with peach
eyes, smudge-framed with kohl
a soft fingertip of powder on the nose
so it doesn’t like-Rudolph-reindeer glow
A shimmer of glimmer arching over lids
A bit, a spark, of barely-there bronzer,
and on the lips, a trace of glossy color.
Alchemy or pretty pollution
Chasing radiance on tired skin
powdered to porcelain
Yesterday's bad decisions
hidden by good DNA
and makeup in a cliché
of desperate optimism.
Disclaimer: Tell your doctor
if you show signs of delusion
and begin to believe the illusions
.
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Songs for this:
One Way or Another by Blondie
Rush by Troye Sivan [E]
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[E] = explicit song
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Twiggy painted her lids white,
then drew the lines~
black brushstrokes stretching
beyond the corners,
as if her eyes were always
mid-flight, escaping
the confines of her face.
A trick of angles,
the way those lashes spiked
like radio antennae
searching for a signal
in the static of the decade.
Every blink became
a semaphore,
a Morse code of mascara
saying look at me
without needing
to speak.
Every mirror was a protest.
Every kohl line, a rebellion
against the softness
they expected us
post war girls to wear.
We girls copied the shape
with shaky hands,
practicing rebellion
in bathroom mirrors~
sharpening our glances
into weapons.
It was never just about the eyes.
It was about new identities
we claimed with
our orbits of rebellion.
You may read the memoir vignette titled "Twiggy's Eyes" at poetrysoup.com/short_stories/remembering_twiggys_eyes_13651
Cup of coffee to go.
Apply some makeup, put on a smile.
Cheer up, get out there !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
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oh
i'd be use'n
plenty uv
cold cream
head
tuh toez
eve'd be
smother'd
in it
''that's not
make up
sex''
God gave them hair, but they added wigs;
He gave them lashes — they made them longer.
God gave their lips a colour, yet they changed it to figs;
He shaped their chests — they prefer them silicone-stronger.
Their faces hide beneath make-up fixtures,
Their brows they darken with penciled skives.
Their skins they bleach with caustic mixtures,
Their bellies they flatten with sharpened knives.
Even their butts they build Brazilian high;
On their nails gleam paints and polished glosses.
Their tongues spill words that flirt or lie,
Their skins bear rings and tattooed crosses.
Better choose one — before or after bath,
Or fakeness will lie on your bed till morrow;
And when you wake to dawn’s clear path,
The truth will stand in a mirror of sorrow.
That decision you make daily to wear your real face or not
Deciding to "makeup" what dont have instead of wearing what you got
Honestly makeup seems to be a girls bestfriend
Long lashes and thick lips seems to be the latest trend
Yes wearing makeup puts on who you're pretending to be
Then when you go natural people are surprised by what they see
Makeup causes people to treat you better than they did before
Life is less complicated with it on so you buy more
People are beginning to notice you among the classy and conceited
Makeup enhances your beauty but now you think you need it
"L'Oréal" wears makeup to stay "Gorgio Armani's" "Cover Girl"
All it takes is a name brand makeup to be who you want in this world
Having learnt the art from her mom,
Using hair rollers, the little girl
Wants to enhance her everyday look!
Holding a mirror in one hand,
And a mascara wand in the other,
She wants to give final touch-ups
To her makeup with utmost attention!
Her seriousness in her work,
And satisfaction in her face,
Tell us what she’s all about -
A perfect artisan at work!
Image Prompt # 3
3rd Place
Hello friends, makeup is a skillful art, Do you agree or not, it is real, You know born babies need no cosmetics, He or she is naturally beauty, Teenage girls attract towards the makeup, They spend more time before the wall mirror, lady of forties sits before a mirror more, for doing fine makeup their wrinkled faces, They use their skill to create their skin bright, The rose powder diminishes their wrinkles, Their eyes shown luminous by eyeliner, Lipstick changes their chapped lips certainly, By makeup fading rose like ladies faces, have become an enchanting rose lovely.
Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.
My hair with homemade curls,
My makeup shines like pearls.
I'm just a baby, see,
Acting adult, maybe.
Bring napkins for wee-wee,
Ensure fun flows for free.
Tie me nappies for poo.
And bandage my boo-boo.
Baby guys will whistle,
Love – their own epistle.
While I sway my bum-bum,
Left to right like my mum.
Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.
No high-heeled shoes to wear,
I'd still swagger with flair.
I'm a baby with style,
Can't stop this cheeky smile.
What I saw didn't match what I thought I knew,
To be you....
It scared me for a moment because you really had me fooled,
Standing for something for the world to see,
Is it for show or in your heart what you believe,
Sorcery at it's best, all that glitters isn't gold,
And underneath the makeup is a lost and confused soul,
Just seeking attention and not seeking heart,
Because you and I both know that's where the healing starts,
Bending morals and values just to fit in,
Knowing undoubtedly your getting pulled into sin,
As you prepare yourself for life each day…
may you look into the mirror and concede
the joy you see upon your face…
is the only make-up you will ever need.
She wakes, bare as morning light,
A face unframed, soft in sight.
Mascara lifts, lashes rise,
Eyeliner sharpens her guarded eyes.
Blusher blooms, cheeks come alive,
Contours shape what can’t survive.
Lip gloss glistens, a coy disguise
Her beauty speaks, but never lies.
By night, the mask dissolves away,
Each streak of cleanser blurs the day.
The mirror holds her rawest view
Which face is hers? Which one is true?
Rainbow of colors that the disguise a person's true beauty
There was a lady named Judy
She was quite a cutie
Until the wig came off
And makeup was tossed
Then she looked like Howdy Doody
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