Short Lipsticks Poems
Short Lipsticks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lipsticks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lipsticks by length and keyword.
Sales
Sale in beauty shop
Waterproof kajal better
Than trendy lipsticks...
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Categories:
lipsticks, beauty, depression, women,
Form:
Senryu
On Her Silky Lips
on her silky lips
she paints different lipsticks,
same sweetness I feel...
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Categories:
lipsticks, art, life, on work and working, people,
Form:
Senryu
Lipsticks
Pupils still fear of at schools
For some teachers lips
For some teachers sticks...
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Categories:
lipsticks, education, school, teacher,
Form:
Free verse
Fish Scales
Without it, some girls are just pale,
Girls use it to attract males,
Although it can be pretty,
Its history's a bit gritty,
Most lipsticks contain fish scales!...
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Categories:
lipsticks, beauty, fun, funny, women,
Form:
Limerick
The Cleopatra of Cosmetics
Ah, we ladies never have enough!
Foundations in all shades.
Forever~ in new forms.
Cleansers that promise us youth.
Softeners that hide wrinkles.
Lipsticks, a source of confusion.
Creamy, matte, or gloss?
For me, it is all delusion.
A rainbow of colors for my eyelids.
Is it really me I present?
Or a manufacturers's disguise.
4/21/2021...
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Categories:
lipsticks, allusion, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Ugly Purse
My beautiful
thoughts
are carrying
your
ugly purse
Inside
lipsticks
that gave
a thousand
kisses
Alongside
perfumes
that tittalated
your
manly sentiments
Underneath
scented lotions
that absorbed
the skin of
your potions
Over
keys that
ignited sparks
beating in
your heart
Beside
credit cards
slipped
inside my
wallet
charging
your interest
Tucked away
in the zipper
compartment
snickers bars
from
your sweetest
department
(Work in progress)...
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Categories:
lipsticks, allegory, analogy, art, betrayal, change, desire, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
No Words
The ‘F’ word floods the floor of my lips in disgust,
everything we built was on sand,
whether castles or huts,
whether with bricks, blocks, wattle or daub,
It crashed beneath the strength of one hand,
Or two, upon your breasts,
your bosom beneath another pressed,
squeezing out my memories from your mind,
like oil from its parent nut that’ll never return.
Deceit, like lipsticks upon your lips,
that won’t rub off e’en when French I kiss,
your eyes wide open, your mind with his....
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Categories:
lipsticks, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse