Supermodel Poems | Examples

CLERIHEW ecphrasis XVIII

Venus,Goddess of Love sans her mascara
central lady in Sandro's' La Primavera'*
Simonetta Vespucci as this supermodel
To Bottecelli close-ups were a doddle

Torn and Forlorn

I went to a crazy bar in a fancy car with a supermodel.
I had everything I wished, except it felt so bare and hollow.
Woke up and cried, though I know, no one heard my sorrow,
How I hoped I was brave and had some left for someone to borrow.

I just don’t seem to like anybody,
But why do I tell myself I need somebody?
This paradox makes me so confused about everybody,
And I can’t treat myself ‘cause I don’t have any money.

Walking down the road all by myself, I see nobody.
Yet I glance around, hoping I can spot a bunny,
In the middle of the road, people think I’m loony.
But I know, I need a rope, I feel so lonely.

I know my shadow has got my back, sitting right beside my rack
Hard as I try, I can’t seem to stop reeling from the knack.
I know I’m all I need, so I buckle up and get my sack.
Though I keep it in, my heart feels like it’s being rolled like tarmac.

I lie to me, so I can sleep peacefully, about all around me
How hard I try, to keep it in, but just can’t stop feeling lonely.
I want no one but need someone to hear my baloney,
How hard I wish, it was someone, other than my own one and only.

Silver Birch

Tall, slender, supermodel tree,
elegant trunk dappled silvery milk.
Waif-like leaves dance in the breeze, 
flirt and flutter,  a skirt of silk. 

Arms reach skyward, lean and long,
slim limbs  covering sylph-like form.
Sinewy shoulders,  but still strong,
stoop and sway in the surging storm. 

Birds, taking cover, settle light,
build their nests and sing their songs,
squirrels scurry to highest height,
survey their kingdom, where they belong.

What tales could you tell, towering tree,
of flora, fauna, humans too?
What wisdom will you share with me?
I will listen with respect for you. 

Ruth Mawdsley
September 2019

A Thin Society

A little girl almost a teenager,
That was me you see.
Living in a thin society,
looking in the mirror and all I see,
is pounds and pounds shedded on me.
This thin society was my very essence,
the only control I had of myself was not to eat.
The struggle to be thin and look like a supermodel,
instead of being myself.
I was trying to be someone I wasn't.
Years went by till my bones were fragle,
wearing baggy clothes so no one would know.
No eating for me, just wanting so desperately to be thin.
A thin society isn't what we need,
being free from the stigma is exactly what a little girl like me needs.

Funky Monkey

Oooh FUNKY MONKEY on a John Deer
tractor in a pair of blue overalls
everybody that gets a load of you just
has to have their picture taken with you
Now you’re a movie star with agents on
speed dial chilling out by the pool in a
pair of shades that makes you look so
Hollywood Kool and everybody there
wants your autograph and their picture
taken with you...
Ahhh FUNKY MONKEY getting down 
on the dance floor, dressed to the 9's
drinking banana cocktails some blonde
said give me some sugar and a little
tongue but another said ***** I'll kick
your ass you need to your ass to the
back of the line, this kiss is mine...
Mmmm FUNKY MONKEY driving
a Porsche and a supermodel home
you go FUNKY MONKEY let me know
if you need any help well oh ok then
go on with your bad self...
lucky FUNKY MONKEY, lucky, 
lucky FUNKY MONKEY!

It Hurts

It hurts when I go for a walk
and get attacked by the same old dog,
it hurts when I run over things
I can't see because of the fog,
it hurts when I'm in the shower
and come out with 1st degree burns,
it hurts when I'm stuck in traffic
and have to go pee real bad,
it hurts when my family flees
when I try to sing like Adele,
it hurts when I get stung by a bee
and my rear end starts to swell,
it hurts when I trip over the cat
and fall down the front porch steps,
it hurts when that same mama bird
starts pecking at me because of her nest,
it hurts when I'm leaving a store
and their alarm suddenly goes off,
and everyone stops and stares
at you including your own boss,
it hurts when I come out of a carwash
and have a bird turd splatter on my car,
it hurts when I run out of gas
and have to walk real far,
it hurts when my deodorant
fails me in the 7th hour,
it hurts when I come out of a salon
and don't look like a supermodel,
it hurts when I make a meal
and they claim its Fear Factor food,
it hurts when I can't make someone laugh
when their in a real bad mood.

I hope everyone has a very Happy and Safe 4th of July!:)

Baulk

Body cavity is as fine as [s]he can be.
[S]he walks with jealousy because [s]he is not me.
I wonder why I aggravate effusively.
Is it [my] swagger?
Is it how I enthrall with [my] poetry?

A supermodel has this kind of body who thinks I am an overweight nobody.
One day [s]he discovers I write poetry.
Respect is given as jealousy.

Am I desirous?
[S]he is possessiveness.
Why is [s]he resentful?
[S]he states that I am arrogant.

My swagger
I am not bragging.
[S]he sashays.
Why does [s]he want me to be a flounce?
I just write what is on my mind.

Coitus

*Coitus*


A thoroughbred dime,
supermodel fine.
Gauge earnings, sleeve tattoos
and similar world views.
No tan lines,
I'm trying to get next to you!

Juices flow, rhythm & blues,
wine & dine you
play with ice cubes!
Inspired by your movements
one of a kind!
A spectacle from behind!

Magnificence unearthed, 
we tussle, 
unwind!

Goose pimples emerge
inner thighs, 
braille for the blind.
I splurge,
submerged
in your earth!

Sailing your sea,
tidal waves of ecstasy
consumed, 
I caused this Tsunami.  
Entangled, our bodies
like Origami. 

Dreamy coos of serendipity,
shy girl 
turned **** star
flexing wickedly,
her natural affinity.
A delicacy like calamari!


Jared Pickett
3/19/2014
Asavvy1

Footle Fest

EVENT PLANNER:
Party
Smarty

AWARDS BANQUET:
Winner
Dinner

STUCK-UP SUPERMODEL:
Snotty
Hotty

CHEERFUL DAD:
Happy
Pappy

TODDLER WITH A SNACK:
Munchin'
Munchkin

HYPERACTIVE CHIMP:
Spunky
Monkey

A SWEET TREAT:
Tummy 
Yummy


1/21/2013

Imani's Faith

SHE WALKS WITH CONFIDENCE SHE WALKS WITH PRIDE STRUTTING AROUND IN HER PLUS SIZE.

SHE CARRIES HERSELF LIKE A SUPERMODEL LIKE A NUBIAN QUEEN SHE IS ONE OF THE BADDEST CHICKS I EVER SEEN.

SHE PUTS GOD FIRST IN HER LIFE AND HOLDS ON TO HIS HOLY WORD.

SHE GLOWS WITH HER HONEY ALMOND BROWN SKIN AND HER SHINY BLACK HAIR.

HER BEAUTY IS NOT TO BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED IT IS TO BE CHERISHED AND SHE LETS PEOPLE KNOW THAT.

IMANI IS HER NAME AND BEING CONFIDENT IN HERSELF IS HER GAME.

The Opportunist

s/he’ll stand for just what you
want her/too,
s/he’ll pull out all the stops,
s/he’ll stay up all day & night
to gain another ballot box,
s/he’ll visit towns & villages
that no one knows exist,
s/he’ll bow down, suck off,
kiss up, bend over, 
as long as the election
s/he wins.

s/he takes on many faces
s/he’s new & improved,
comfortable & old fashioned---
s/he’s as hip as you need her/him
to be, s/he’s as comfortable &
quaint (like mash potatoes,
ice cream & all comfort foods of
the self-pity-alone-on-a-weekend-
night can produce)---
s/he’s the friend you’ve always known,
s/he’s the famous one you
envy,
s/he’s the key to all your happiness &
if you don’t think so right now,
s/he will convince you 
quickly.

s/he says everything that YOU want to, 
so that you don’t need to get off the
couch,
s/he is as photogenic as a supermodel
or as ugly as the Grouch---
for what it takes to win your faith
in this crippled & corrupt 
system,
is nothing but a moment of your time &
a voice for you to
listen.

Resident Wit

cute & cuddly at the 
workplace, s/he’s the 
one that everybody loves---
it be fair to say that s/he was smart
but more so to say that
s/he’s the person that everyone secretly wants to
get in the pants of---
so they laugh at his/her jokes &
they wonder if they’ll be next on the list 
to get to spend time outside of work
with said self-proclaimed 
supermodel of sorts,
for in the smaller towns, the
ugliest ducking who wouldn’t make it in the 
masquerade of the city
seems relatively gorgeous, handsome &
downright charming---
single & savvy, with all references to the
hippest cultural figures & moments
spouting from the tap,
fast-talking & always with ulterior initiatives
just under the layer of skin
that everybody wants to lick,
resident wit has one thing in mind---
step on every back you can
on the way to the top &
be loved by those you step on
as they worship your fashion sense,
making favorable statements regarding the choice of
boots that you wore 
the day you crushed them.

Footle.. Very Skinny Supermodel .

Zero

  Hero .

Real Beauty

My name isn't Barbie
I'll never be 
A supermodel
No 18 inch waist
Like Scarlet O'Hara
Skin not flawless
Many imperfections
Yet, I carry myself
As if I possess these
Traits that supposedly
Define what real beauty is

Real beauty isn't
Discovered in magazines
It isn't strutting on
The catwalk either
Beauty has no age
Beauty is not defined
By the size of a woman's
Body or chest

Real beauty isn't
Achieved through 
Starvation or from
Binging and purging
Only temporary
Beauty will result
From things that
Damage the body 
And the soul
It will never last

Beauty lies inside
Every woman
She just needs 
To learn how to
Set it free
The key to 
Unveiling 
Your own beauty
Is from learning 
How to harness your
Own unique attributes
To hypnotize all 

While physical
Attributes can
Make a woman
Appear beautiful
It is the beauty
That exists inside
Her that will 
Last forever
A loving and
Giving heart
Are the most
Beautiful 
Qualities
That a woman 
Can possess
Women need to
Love themselves
Shunning the lies
And preconceived 
Notions that the
Media portrays
To women everywhere
That beauty is defined
By a set of standards

Untitled #201 / Why? Pt. Iii

“Why don’t you care about your appearance?”
“Because my appearance doesn’t matter”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not a supermodel”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t care about my appearance”
that was easy

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