Short Eyeliner Poems
Short Eyeliner Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Eyeliner by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Eyeliner by length and keyword.
Daughter of darkness;
I don’t fit the description;
No black eyeliner
with a matching dress or boots;
But my thoughts? Creepy as hell.
Between
the corners
of the circle,
at the edge
eyeliner makeup,
from under the covers
of the embrace,
sunny Bunny
heart-shaped
peeks
between me and you.
Dessy Tsvetkova
03/06/22
Egyptian eyes awaked, my cat's cries
dark lover's shadows slumber
distant thunder sound rumbles
moonbeams flashlight the sky.
As I reconcile this love, this death
Silent man no longer sleeping at my breast.
I'll put on my foundation,
so my skin looks fair.
I will put on eyeliner,
And braid my hair.
put on the eye shadow,
and powder my nose.
brush on the pink blush,
that's how it goes.
Nexts goes the lipstick,
then I look in the mirror to see.
The person that i'm looking at,
Just isn't me.
sex and hairspray,
its what her image screams.
her lips smeared with 99 cent gloss.
vodka and whisky lingering on hot breath.
fishnet stockings,
a hole in one knee.
eyeliner smudged by the humid air.
trojans packed away in her leather purse.
"well," she purs in a drunken slur.
"what do you think?"
Dress yourself right,
To make it look bright.
A little curl here,
Or straighten it there.
Splendid is how you must look,
To get into other's good book.
Paint your nails a little,
To make it look glitter.
Thick eyeliner to make your day,
Pretty!to let others say.
But in the end,the race,
Is more than your face.
a placid scene
under eyeliner horizon
dew drops tearing across canopied skies
roiling thunder
shaking the earth and heavens
a flood falls, staining porcelain facade
the stream snaking its way
through flat-topped mountains
and forests untouched by man
the river returning to its origin
a sordid spring once wet with creation
now run dry by rage
Red blush tempting me
Eyeliner awaking thought’s
Rouge creamy and soft
Configuration formation
Mind with, determination
Body self forming
Legs with exciting warnings
Eyes deeply entrancing
Words luring with expectations
Ears listening and recording
Thought’s wandering aloof
Clasping together two hearts
Souls drifting into heaven
Alarms going off
Dream over lol
her make up could have been much finer
the powder accented her purple eyeliner
she paraded past a farmer and a miner
is that make up or does she have a shiner?
Yes at thirteen, if you’re not a forty-niner
You don’t need your under eyes to have black eyeliner
But we do not say anything, because thirteen is a whiner
At supper we all keep our mouths shut at the clown-like diner
Will you still love me
when it's three in the morning
and I'm crying so hard I can't breathe?
Will you still love me
When I coat pillows in mascara and eyeliner?
Will you still love me
When I shut you out
And won't explain to you why
Because I don't want to bring you down?
Will you still love me
When I can't handle being strong
And I find relief in razors
Instead of your arms?
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?
Eyeliner smudged
Across her face
Those memories
She can’t erase
And she can’t find
That place
Where she used
To feel safe
Eyeliner smudged
Across her face
Sick of crying
Always lying
She trying
And she’s dying
Eyeliner smudged
Underneath her eyes
Getting sick
Of all the lies
And yet, as
Everything dies
She goes on
And she tries
Eyeliner smudged
Underneath her eyes
She’ll pretend
It’s the end
Tries to bend
But she’s breaking
She wanders through the rubble,
Tears streaming down her twisted face.
Red eyes mixed with black eyeliner.
Her pupils shine green among the dancing flames.
Branches snag her tattered clothes,
Causing her to fall.
On hands and knees,
She has no will to stand.
Chains and locks on her wrists and ankles,
Not letting her move.
Too weak…
She’s losing the fight.
Days of crying and sobbing,
Such pain.
Screaming on the inside,
But her voice won’t work…
i took one last look
At all the things
That you used
To make you, you
The you only i knew
The you i loved
And i smiled a momentary smile
Picturing you days from now
Glancing at the things that you might carry from here with you
A brush, an eyeliner, lipstick
And i saw my smile
In the mirror that you used
The mirror that i used to use
To look at you
But the glass never did catch the glance
i saw in me
When i looked back
And you were no longer there
Awake,
yawn heavily.. chest rises and sighs
rub sleep from my eyes
Walk lazily
approach the sink
cup my hand to take a drink
Comb my hair
look in the mirror;
Eyeliner smudged and smeared
Wipe it away
Re-apply
stretch then sigh
Dress
Button my shirt
zip my skirt
Look outside
looks like rain
To straighten my hair would be insane.
Throw it up
Pin it tight
What a sight..
Embark for the drive way;
Gotta catch the bus today
Slip into a seat
Such a repeat!