Mascaraed Poems | Examples

Painful Than Rape

The day was blind with fog,
The thicker blanket of darkness left some hours ago,
The cry of a stray cat tore through the forest,
That was after a third shrill meow.

The bamboo-brown forest was a leafy paradise,
But he dragged her through the hellish path,
She screamed but he overpowered her,
He tore her undies and his hand covered her mouth.

She kept screaming while his bloodshot eyes watched her,
Fighting effortlessly with a dim hope,
Suddenly, he crushed her soul,
Tore her hymen and thrusted deeper inside.

The world slowly became blurry and dark,
The pains inside shattered her to shreds,
Her black mascaraed tears fell onto her squeezed breasts,
As fresh blood gushed out from what used to be her pride.

Her body was beyond broken and abused,
Hurriedly, he disappeared into the woods,
There was a chill in the wind,
As her throat went dry and she froze in pang and fright with no help.

Your Brief and Our Shiny Days

Like Abraham Maslow's highest Hierarchy of needs theory,
You are a ruler, self actualized and need not to worry.
You look down to downgrade the poor from your mansion,
That has been your passion.

You shine so bright like a light,
Brightening the paths of your loyalists at night,
You have stood time still,
Crushed emotions, souls and let their blood spill.

You buried the hapless, unknowingly they metamorphosed into a seed,
They germinated. In you, that sprung up greed.
Many are still afraid to be massacred,
Seeing you from afar with their beautiful eyes that are not mascaraed.

Your marginalization pierced them like arrows,
The pains registered but they lacked no songs like sparrows.
Amid the direful calamities of the time,
They stood tall beneath the cold glare of your desolate crime.

As they rule their world, the death of your dynasty and tenure came so fast,
In anguish, you are dallying in maudlin regret over the past.
I'm sorry you have collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Making your days to be brief, shadowed and full of condemnation.

Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts ??????

Pain which lingers on forever in the mascaraed of our bleeding hearts, we subject ourselves to vulnerability caution to the wind of the darks, you are this & I am that now let’s all play our parts, powerplays of attraction dancing on the lakes of the ozarks, pure essence & innocence is essential from the start, two souls unite slowly but progressively with each quark, once you get past the rituals of some dates you crawl out your skins like some snakes, the ones who give up are the flakes, consistency is key & the way to keep it cakes, our broken hearts are our own mistakes, imperfect is how we function, 1000 moments of disaster, forgiveness & honesty the horror & brutality of those who choose calamity, make sense of their insanity, work smart work together, ride through the stormy weathers, ride through 
the stormy weathers. 
The best to you both in your future endeavors.
No more broken hearts, too many broken hearts, wipe each other’s tears sow each other’s lively broken hearts.
                           ??  ?? ??

Nature's Bride

The porcelain empyreal
Blended itself
Like a bride
In the palette of
Amber blush.
It contoured it's
Cheek bones of mounts
With liquid onyx,
With ruby mascara
It mascaraed it's lashed rays
That curled down
On the waterline of its eyes,
And with the orange veil
It cloaked & hid it's
Shy face covering and
Containing the sky.

From:  India
Copyright ©:  15 March, 2016

Inside Outside

Outside
the crimson pout is not me 
and my soul denies the mascaraed lashes
while an imitation smile hides tears
within the pseudo echo of myself
a shadow with painted lips
that say the right words
and my spirit stays silent and broken
inside

Inside
I hear you calling my name 
but it can never be mine
you call me she but I am he
and the boy cries into the silence
while my eyes look for answers 
outside

Outside
alcohol, drugs, sex and self-hate 
no answers came
no words of comfort in the endless night
as I hear him cry and feel his pain
inside

Inside and outside in disarray 
no balance of mind
as the tears washed away the painted shadows
of self like the rain in a storm
until nothing remains but him
inside, outside
the same




© JG Farmer 2017

Whispering Winds

Hello,

Feelings of danger, just borderline from being a stranger. Wrapped with an emotional slice of anger. 
When does it all stop?  Popping tops , listening day after day, as the gun goes pop.

Knocks at the door; screams in the streets.
Heat rains down upon your head and feet. Wondering could you be here? Right this minute, in the now, or just my imagination lost, instead.

Dread the future, not knowing what it has in store.
Close narrow minded thinking, leaves you guessing, whats next behind the door.

Processing the urge to live free, even within the worse conditions.
These cruel intentions, that you forgot to mention. Full blown repartitions misleading contradictions, of others lone finger.

Linger in and out of consciousness, dazed, blazed and no longer amazed; lost in this mascaraed of slumber. Bearing witness to the things, that you think are true. When only escaping the pleasantry of times cracked view.

Hello, and you are?





Darius 1/13/17

A Pet Peeve

A Pet Peeve

By: Olivia Rodrigue

A smile that reeks desperation
A mascaraed eye batted intently
Your falsified figures and fancies
Undermine others of my generation

To think that a woman is only
Aesthetically valued and won
Is a peeve that’s been maddening many
But thought significant only by some

They bray at braless feminists
Thinking that these are the crazy few
Feminism means makeup-less monsters
That degrade men-as bitter shrews do
 
How can you laugh at oppression?
A word that history knows well
When minority rights and reactions
Have shaped how we act-what we sell

They painted the greats as extremists
They called activists nearly insane
But the genius among us would not bow
To the pressures that society named

Therefore I say bring on your follies
For the truth of the matter will be revealed
Though you peeve me with your ignorant statements
The injustice- once hidden -is unsealed

Villanelle: the Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 8

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 8

The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Twists itches in bums and bosoms of hope
Each in his own way straps on strappados 

Mascaraed serene face trots on stilettos
Embryos oblivious violent lope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes

Paths to pleasure lead through stabbing throes
Sadistic brutes loved more than sweet husband dope
Each in his own way straps on strappados

Tigress nape stung deep in tiger-tooth jaws
Thumped fury of loins turns mother salope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes

The sacred act of making one life’s woes
Born of the terra moto gasping breath grope
Each in his own way straps on strappados

Still the Big-Bang whistles tinnitus mementoes
Is the Universe the result of wanton rape
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Each in his own way straps on strappados

© T. Wignesan – Pars,  2015

Dreams of a Mascaraed Ball

If I could go to a Mascaraed Ball,
  My pretty shoes, because I am short,
  would make me look tall.

  I would go all dressed in white lace, my
  poise would be full of grace.

  I would search the whole crowd through
  for the one with a smile warm and true.

  The one who's mask didn't hide his eyes
  of blue.

  Dance all night with him I may, like
  Cinderella I would be gone before the
  break of day.

  A glass slipper I may never wear, but
  my lipstick on his cheek, would bring
  him stares.

  When midnight rings it's bell, I'll be home
  safe and warm with my story, tomorrow
  to tell.

The Needle Exchange

The needle exchange


The junk don’t kill no pain
The junk inside wears a mascaraed  
The junk relies on a needle striking a vein 
The junk denies why you are afraid
The junk will make your mind insane
The junk is a hell with a dancing band and a show parade
The junk is you when I look and you’re estranged

The junk takes you far away
The junk will survive while leaving an empty stage
The junk lets you always pay
The junk supplies and kills all your rage
The junk tears a whole today
The junk is staring at a television set and the sun is a cage
The junk takes your life and for nothing you’ve exchanged

The Truth About Masterpieces

Drifting beyond the lightest cloud.
Pastel clowns in postmortem rain parade.
Cascading in the cold moon dust
to shed this latest mascaraed.

Wounded memories hang loosely from the mind.
Autumn berries quivering three quarters past their prime.
When did "mediocre" pock the virgin tree.
When untruth told us, painting by numbers...
was our first gilded masterpiece?

Then entered our very first critique.
When honesty stated our works wasn't their cup of tea,
Like evening frost clinging upon a tender leaf.
A devastating reality. 
They should have stated the slate cold truth.
as soon as we could breathe.

Colorblind

I don’t fit in and I don’t mind,
This world is slightly colorblind.

Smiles shaded as if at a mascaraed ball,
Some day that will be their fall,

I don’t fit in and it’s just fine,
This world is lost and can’t seem to find,

There way back to that narrow path,
Walking towards the light and away from wrath,

I don’t fit in and neither should you,
That is when you know that you are being true,

Eternity calls and we answer with our lives,
While the rest of the bunch are stuck in bee hives.


By: Sabina

The Shadow Is You

Young lady! Yes, You!, I’m talking to you!
What do you see looking in a mirror?
Do you see a pretty face as I do?
You do? You’re sure about that? Stand nearer
My dear and look into mascaraed eyes
In deeper, deeper still, into your soul.
Does beauty reign in that realm undisguised?
External beauty plays a minor role
In life. Now, my dear, stand back from the glass
See what’s behind you? No? It’s your shadow
A faceless non-irradiated mass
Devoid of beauty and class, this you know.
It has accompanied you from the start
While beauty waned your soul became its heart.

"rain"

We walk about bristly in the heat of the day,not knowing when it will happen.
Some watch mere predictions on picture screens before setting out to complete routine tasks;
but who is to say what will happen for the unknown dwells with us.

I see a beautiful  lady frisking her hair, wiping prespire from her mascaraed face whilst 
pushing a stroller along the busy sidewalk.
A dog sits in the shadow of a street sign; its mouth gaped in a state of exasperation.

Without warning it happens...........the first wave of attack.
An obscure lone drop comes down and taps you on your shoulders.
You look around feverously ...but see no one in view.
An audious rumbling is heard above your head sending everyone in motion.

The downpour occurs and  the smell of dampened earth cuts the once humid air;
The ground is filled with  myriads  of liquid  puddles collected in different  places.
Those who are armed hold up their array of colorful shields to fend off the heavy invasion , 
whilst those who are not,scamper about in astonished utter despair.

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