Short Rouges Poems

Short Rouges Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rouges by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rouges by length and keyword.


Sigh of Ages

Long moan to the morning sun
shift and creak,
stone shifting to greet the day.

Moss creeping inch by inch,
slithering bit by bit
absorbing the stone.

Century by century
standing witness to time,
lives come and go.

If these walls could talk
stories of royalty and rouges,
feasts and famines.

Stone soaked in blood
moat filled with water and waste,
tapestries of past deeds.

Shades of past
haunting the halls,
trapped in timeless wails. 


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Painted Lady, Morning Glory

Early each morn before the dawn she primps and prettifies shadows her eyes plucks her brows then brushes them back with a non-complementing brutal shade of black lipstick applies rouges her cheeks powders her nose lacquers her hair files then paints her nails fingers and toes pampers places it never shows and every night washes it all away only to do it go through it all over again exactly the same at sunrise the very next day
Form: Rhyme

Painted Lady, Morning Glory

Early each morn before the dawn she primps and prettifies shadows her eyes plucks her brows then brushes them back with a non-complementing brutal shade of black lipstick applies rouges her cheeks powders her nose lacquers her hair files then paints her nails fingers and toes pampers places it never shows and every night washes it all away only to do it go through it all over again exactly the same at sunrise the very next day
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Radical Rouges

Radical rouges have returned to restore
drilling and spilling and filling my gourd.

Each night as I dream these devils all scheme,
turning my memories into something obscene.

I can't seem to catch them, they work on thru the night,
bending and breaking every single bright light.

How do demons so dastardly  dare to persist
within Heaven's domain, - within Heaven's mist.

If God  ever looks, I won't be here anymore,
broken to pieces and swept out the door.


 written 06.30.2016
Form: Couplet

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