"supermodel" poems
I remember our first date vividly you had your lustrous black dress on that displayed all your curves supermodel figure, shoe game was serious fashion killer had your hair in them short curls smelled like coconuts eyes were sparkling reflecting the moonlight with that red lipstick you were so gorgeous
GOD'S canvas painted in that melanin you could have ruled the world evident you a Queen in my eyes a future bride, I was more nervous than you when we shared our first kiss floating butterflies got me feeling like a little kid, you stuck in my head like a lullaby
Girl what's not love about you got me feeling like Dwele, you such a down the earth chick sophisticated not simple minded girl you stay educted, you into them old school tunes sung you that old Jays hit you're darlin darlin baby, you everything I hoped for in a woman can't be compared to no hoes you a strong Queen with goals, I love the way you get goofy when you start laugh but that's only when you comfortable, or when your eyebrows twitch when you get ****** I study your mannerisms, ain't nobody eles I love this deep you make me complete other girls just can't compete
Girl U got me
Girl U got me
Girl U got me
Girl U got me (voice fades)
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
I don't want
a **********
a *** slave
a *****
I don't need
a housekeeper
a nurse
a cook
I don't want
a supermodel
a CEO
a politician
I don't need
an introvert
an extrovert
a pervert
I just want
someone to hold me
and do my laundry
(from time to time)
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 8:16 AM UTC
We are a global society
When we want oranges in the fruit bowl,
When we want out of our rut
Just long enough
To brown in a patch of Spanish sun.
We are a global society
When the Japanese car breaks down
And we are in need of a cheap fix
To keep food on the table,
Some Latvian mechanic
Who helps us find our way home.
We are our own nation,
An island nation,
When the zeroes run low
And there are spaces,
Foreign faces,
To which we can point
And blame.
We are a global society
With our sweat-shop chic,
American coffee chains
Selling Colombian ground beans,
Frappuccinos in plastic cups-
Made in China
And served by a Romanian barista
In Italian heels.
We are a global society
When the demand is high
And the payment is low.
We are our own nation,
An island nation,
When hands reach out for help
And our pockets are too shallow,
Our time, too brief
To commit to a unity
We feel is dragging us down.
We are a global society
When the football is on,
When the lager is Belgian
And the supermodel, Greek.
When we cradle that bag of Cheetos
After smoking too much ****
We are a global society
When oppression is overt,
Caricatured in bulletin posters,
Threatening to land
Upon our own front door.
We are our own nation,
An island nation,
When poverty seems contagious,
When we have to clean up
Someone else’s mess,
Still we scar the Middle East
Only half-interested in an exit.
We are a global society
When we get sick,
When we borrow another doctor
For our ailing NHS.
When cities of white people burn,
We are a global society,
When Africa is divided,
We are nowhere to be seen.
Prime mover of the commonwealth
Yet we fall beneath the breadline
And living easy is so rare.
We are our own nation,
An island nation,
Under the false flag
Of a golden age
We were conned to believe in.
Our nation, our island nation,
Lost amongst a sea of misinformation.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
She’s a dark elf supermodel,
kills werewolves for fun
with daggers, arrows, kicks to the throat.
She’s a dark elf supermodel!
She makes monsters run,
Strikes, poised to run down a foe.
She’s slaying it nightly,
She’s badass, she’s art,
My mind is seduced.
She is the only
dark elf of my heart.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
'Kabali' and 'Badlapur' actor Radhika Apte will be the show-stopper in the upcoming Lakme Fashion Week in the ‘Gulzar’ collections of a prominent Kolkata-based fashion designer.
“We have been working with Radhika since 'Majhi the Mountain Man' days (2015) and she will be flaunting our fabrics as show-stopper in India’s premier fashion show which is keenly followed by Bollywood," the well-known city-based woman fashion designer told media after a fashion show in a city hotel last Friday night.
The Lakme Fashion Week is a bi-annual fashion event with the summer-resort show taking place in April while the winter-festive show is held in August.
This year the winter-festive show will be held from August 24 to 28.
Radhika will be wearing bright-colored lehenga since the show will be focused on beautiful India, it’s colours and contours, choreographed with the poetry of nature by Amir Khusro, the designer said.
“It can also be termed our tribute to a great name like Gulzar saab who has brought our lyrics and poems to a new level,” the designer Saroj Jalan said.
The signature style of the designer, whose works adorn Bollywood actors like Radhika beside well known models Lisa Sharma and former Miss Universe India winner Ushoshi Sengupta, is delicate floral patterns along with the use of Zardozi and array of hand-woven tusser silk and velvet enhancing the experience of the garments and “we will project the same in the Lakme week where the accent is on ethnicity,” designer Saroj Jalan said.
Supermodel Ushoshi, having recently debuted in the Bengali film 'Egoler Chokh', said “Lakme show reflects the different tastes of all leading Indian fashion designers who are still rooted to Indian heritage.”Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Weaknesses
My weakness is sweets, but don’t get it twisted, no food is found to weaken me. But a sweet personality can, so can a sweet smile, or a sweet touch. Basically sweet people are like sweet candies of different cultures, and I shall be a proud cultural culinary taste-tester, moving races like NASCAR in motion.
My weakness is money. The all mighty dollar isn’t so almighty to me, but what it can do is. I long for the materialistics of life that money can bring, and the attention it can get you from supermodel brides or low-key bed warmers. I like the feeling of being wanted and tolerated regardless of what I’d do and how I’d do it.
My weakness is power, for, if I held the power of a man’s life and spared him, he’d be loyal indefinitely, and that would be enough to satisfy my needs to feel loved. I’d have a friend who felt indebt to me, and that feeling of needing to accommodate would change my view on what was real and what wasn’t.
My weakness is attire, for you see, when I walk into a room, I want to draw the eyes of those watching, hateration rising in their veins and jealousy shown on there face. I want the Black haired beauty with the short red skirt and open-toed stilettoes with the dark purple toe nails and thick hips to come my way and think lustfully of me, is it a crime to desire such reactions?
My weakness is body, for I love a girl who can take care of herself. Long hair, manicured nails, teeth that aren’t begging to be drilled, it’s a weakness I have and can’t seem to fix. But then again, why would I desire to fix it? I’m not asking for perfect like a conceited rejectionist, or wanting more than what I can give like I was lying to myself, I want someone who can keep up with themselves before even attempting to keep up with someone else.
My weakness is *** appeal, because whenever she bites her lip and looks in my eyes, I can see rockets shooting through her glass lenses and aiming at me. But once I smile back, determined face, cute features and as much appeal as I can muster, explosions happen in her body that causes goosebumps to pepper her flesh like shrapnel in a war-zone.
My weakness is skin to skin, after all, it’s my right to want to be loved, why not demonstrate it by holding hands? Why not live past the edge and on the tip of existence like birds on a powerline? I am careful enough and she’d be loving enough that no vibes of failing would even cross our way.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
Look in the mirror
What do you see?
Imperfection
As you reach left for
The tan crumbs to cover your uneven skin
And reaching right for
The black
Toxic
Goo
To give the impression that your stubby eyelashes
Aren't incapable of growing
You step back and look at yourself once more
Its not enough
You rummage for the crayon to
Smear across your eyelids
In hopes that it will make your
Dull
Brown eyes
Pop
Your face feels pounds heavier
Yet, are you really done so soon?
Aren't you forgetting something
You dig deep into the drawer
To find a
Burning
Red paint to drown your thin pale lips in
Longing for the look of that
Photoshopped
Supermodel you saw in that magazine
You come downstairs
Dad says you look like a clown
Mom says you're still a kid
Society says its not enough
What do you say
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
I dream of a lot of things lately.
Sometimes good dreams like:
Me being 6 foot tall and
Being the top supermodel,
Being best friends with
Cara Delevingne and
Always partying.
But, then my nightmares surface:
Me looking down at the toilet and
Not caring about anything in the
World except being so, so
Skinny.
I keep thinking that maybe my
Nightmares are actually trying to
Help me by giving me some
"Friendly" advice.
Maybe throwing up
Might be an
Option for
Me.
-R.A.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
So many conflicting images
society tells us exactly how we should look
but I’m still supposed to love myself exactly as I am.
Supermodel tall and athletic
but still petite enough that no man feels intimidated.
No extra rolls or bulges anywhere in sight
but not skinny enough to appear sickly.
Never cover yourself up too much as to appear prudish
but showing too much skin equates with promiscuity.
Don’t be too in touch with your sexuality else you should be labeled a *****
but don’t deny too many men else you should be labeled a tease.
Never not be aware of your surroundings as danger lurks in every shadow at night
but don’t seem too hyper vigilant unless you should appear paranoid.
Don’t dare wear too much makeup
but never let them see your flaws.
Beauty comes before all else, including pain
but never let them see how you achieve your beauty in danger of being labeled vain or sick.
Girls should be driven to excel
but only in activities deemed suitably feminine.
Society’s views dictate from birth how we should act, feel, and look as women,
but the molds they attempt to force us into are not designed to contained all the magnificence we are born with.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
Supermodel Dreamimg
(Changing it up, a little more adult then usual)
*I was walking down the street
It was just the other day
Came across a Supermodel
Who stopped and asked my name
At first I was a little scared
Not knowing what to do
It's not every day a Supermodel
Stops and talks to you
I decided I would play it cool
Act like it's no big thing
I think I made the right choice
Because it drove that girl insane
The Supermodel followed me
She kept asking me to play
Started taking off all her clothes
I didn't know what to say
I just stood there in such disbelief
As she slowly came my way
That naked bodied Supermodel
Began to slowly kiss my face
Well I placed my hands around her
Felt the softness of her skin
I sure was ****** when I woke up
From that dream that I was in
So I layed there in my bed
Closed my eyes and it began
Used the supermodel of my dreams
To help me clear my head
The anger it was beaten back
Useing only my right hand
I felt it quickly disappear
And fall back to sleep again*
(Oh my God yes I just went there with a poem and the world did
not end...lol)
Carl Joseph Roberts
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
She loveth me nay--
The supermodel--
Cause my pocket is lean.
But I did apace tell
Her as she's sashay-
Ing along that "I'm no James Dean:
That Hollywood icon and superstar,
Who was by his acting rich in dollar;
But that i'm a poet, writing poetry."
So contemn me not, sultry popsy.
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC
It's almost as if
someone took a chisel
to his stone physic
and carved everything
everything
absolutely perfectly.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
I wanted to get you something odd for your birthday
A trip to a Pacific Island
How are ya-"50"
With all the crooks and turns
this crazy life brings us
nobody gets away
without waterfalls in paradise
hula skirts and little squirts
they all arrive on time
Speaking of odds and paradise
I thought I would quote a few
1) chances you'll date a supermodel
88,000-1 (think Marcus Schenkenberg)
2) odds of marrying royalty
(if you lived in the U.K.) 500-1
3) chances that any person dating is dating a millionaire
215-1...not dating?
4) odds of becoming a saint
20,000,000 to 1 ....actually you are way closer than that to me
5) chances of writing a NY Times best seller
got your attention now right?.....220-1...you can do it
6) odds of becoming president
You'd be the best one in my lifetime...10,000,000 to 1
And there are bad things you may never
have to worry about:
7) being struck by lightning
87,000 to one
8) being possessed by Satan
7,000 to 1 ...unless America is "The Great Satan" in which case you already are here
9) chances of the destruction of the universe
I know you have been worried about this
10 to the 100th power to 1
After giving you all these odds
don't you feel better now?
How about one more odd?
The biggest odd of all
"me"
ok...no kidding
odds of you having a GREAT BIRTHDAY
ALL THE BEST ODDS
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC
Men stop in their tracks when they see me
Become tongue-tied, try but cannot speak
We supermodels are paid for our looks, and very handsomely
They see me at an airport, make an approach,
Chat me up, stilted conversation ensues
Oh well, confidentially, I don't mind as I'm just killing time, on my way to the next shoot in Ibiza, then Italy.
Vanisa is the name; I made it up, keeps me sane
Running down the highway of fashion
In the body that is mine
I cannot help if I was born this way
Sublime, the money I make but, look,
It's not that great to hold a bottle of perfume
Or pretend to eat steak
But, Oh, the attention from the men who cross my path
They dream of me, they say, that's a laugh
If they only knew what a B I can be, they'd think twice about
Their fantasy
Look, I'm a nice person, got a family back home
Minnesota is my hideout from the mishigas I've known
And I read books, really I do
Want to talk politics? That would be cool
Here comes another candidate
Lets see what he has to say
Yes I was on the cover of Sports Illustrated
Yay, he says, then comes his big smile
It's so nice everyone loves me
Makes it all worthwhile.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
So what if you are gay you have a right to live anyway dont hate the way you are that will only leave a mental scar believe in yourself for you are you because there is nothing nobody can do you could be a supermodel or a dragqueen bisexual or a camptastic queen just be careful in what you do or who you meet when you meet someone at first be discreet you can be absolutely fabulous every week and everyday go on living life your own way alot of people will give you grief just live your dreams and have your own belief sometimes we all need someone to hold because we feel left out in the cold i know the lonely times come and go but don't tell anybody anything you don't want them to know be happy loving and free be the person you want to be
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
You are indefinable,
perfectly perplexed between a periapse of compassion
you are..
the light between colors, that blends everything together,
you are the smell of cooking spices and the strut of a supermodel
you have the smile of an angel, the cheek of a demon
you are a time capsual of happiness and a roving epiphany of delinquent change.
a goddess of chaos and order squished between two slices of cute and served with a side order of Mine
so smile sweet heart, brighten those chameleon eyes
let those lips make points at either side
let your hair hang losely over that speckled forhead
that serves as a runway for my kisses
smile sweetheart.
I love you
LG
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
The telephone has not been kind of late
It’s not from new found fans
Who have suddenly started praying for me,
Or from publishers
Wondering when my next book is going
To be finished
No –
It’s much closer to home,
Friends of mine crying their eyes out
Because some long-legged stunner has left them
“Dan, I don’t know what to do, she
Was a little girl from Sweden,
A real supermodel,
I bought her a diamond ring
And now she’s gone!”
A crackle down the end of the phone
“Come on mate, pull yourself together,
Why did you buy her a diamond ring?”
“Because I thought she loved me!”
“How much was it?”
“£5,000...”
“And how long have you known her?”
“3 weeks... I thought she was the one.”
I hang up after my apologies and realise I can do no more
I’m no snob, I try and assuage their grief but what can I do?
I can only talk to them, and the girls –
They must figure the rest out.
I decide to go and talk to one of my best and longest friends
She is one of those ladies I have always felt my friend
And a good one, but nothing more.
I talk to this elite selection of women, because
They surely must know what it takes to get women.
I turn up on the farm, she smiles, just finished butchering a pig.
“More fool him is all I can say. Tell me the only way
He knows whether a girl will play him honest, is if
He looks beyond the beauty and is she there
When he needs her the most, through thick and thin –
That’s the testament of a women worth having.”
God bless, Hannah – she had a way of putting it so eloquently
And I don’t believe I could do the speech justice.
That night I ring him up
“What did your friend say?”
“Nothing man, just leave it.”
“What?”
“That’s how you learn: the girls that are good
For you are there all the time. Whatever happens –
Soon as you mention money or start throwing money
At the long legged, the ***** the blonde. You’re dead
In the water. They know they’re beautiful.”
“Thanks mate, you’re a pal.”
I hang up and the phone ring again. It’s Hannah.
“So what did you tell him?”
“Just what you told me, but in language he gets. Man speak.”
“You’re one in a million. You know that? I love you.”
I hang up the phone and smile to myself:
Everyone’s gone away contented.
I’m rather pleased with myself,
They both got to hear what they wanted to hear
With the minimal amount of damage.
It’s a hard act to balance
It’s a hard lead to follow
But I’m mastering it.
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 4:02 PM UTC
Peacock summer (yolk & barnyard coffee shop for strawman Sal)
cactus palace, alps figured in stonework train terminal/Dylan hollering (I am the vessel for the ghost of me)
transmuted nostalgia, blank graffiti gaze/the alchemic architecture of skyscrapers replacing skyscrapers (an image made more blinding, the child raised to be dissociative & intolerant. I miss the oaken texture of your voice)
bulbous glass humidity, I am poet/poet build word house/in surrealistic wood/fireplace made of naive rainbow and the bones of a whole universe (Sun paints its terror on the back of my neck while I sit here watching a Supermodel with a 3 thousand dollar paisley pattern olive dress walk outside towards Gastown, her rings are worth more than a boreal dream)
Japanese weddings in Elizabethan gardens/grey Fenrir cloud-beast approaches with its faint dew/kites strewn between the Willow trees/Canyon instrument drum/ponderer creates masks of flowers/she sinks into the soggy earth/her primal home (I value those who are humble and beautifully so)
the more poems I read, the more mosaic my soul becomes like world-tree (roots collecting together, vibrant stems of skeletons & Springtime goliath)
do not fret the newspaper will never stop screaming, your cigarettes will never run dry, the ***** platform will never stop bathing itself in the city,
God, to answer your question
yes I am still godless
& yes I am happy
growing thin in the phantom pull of your vastness
(to essence of Lavender)
the sea its
own travelling
fortress
invulnerable
to time
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
anyone could tell you how to treat someone special
but I bet they wont tell you how to treat yourself better
I know you look into the mirror and you’re disgusted
with what you see, like you just want to rip your skin off
and change all of your ****** features, even shedding some
weight off in your mind, imagining how you’d be if you were
just a few pounds less
just a few inches taller
just a little more muscular
anyone could tell you how to love someone
but I bet they wont tell you how to love yourself for who you are
let’s be real here, how can you love someone else
when you can’t love yourself
you don’t have to be cocky
you just have to be confident
when someone catches your eye
you have no clue what they're biggest insecurities are
yet from across the room, you're still amazed by they're presence
anyone could tell you cheesy pick up lines
but I bet they couldn't show you how to pick yourself up first
and stand tall with your chin up
not letting anything tear you down
why does not one teach others how to keep their head
above water
we can see that everyones vests are defective and they're beginning
to drown, anyone could tell you how to swim in a wave pool
but I bet they wouldn't tell you how stroke against the ocean waves
because they’d rather see you drown than see you
swim to safety, maybe sea shells are the bones of the forgotten
and when we listen to them, maybe its not the ocean we hear,
maybe its the screams of those who weren’t taught how to swim
maybe its the screams of those who's last breath of air was full of
water from the ocean
no one is terrified of the sea anymore
of the past several hundred years
man has conquered every twist and turn
yet somehow 3,533 people die each year
due to drowning, just in the United States
anyone could tell you to wear a life vest
anyone could show you CPR
but who are you to an ocean who has claimed lives for centuries
instead of wanting to be that supermodel or A list celebrity
maybe we should all want to be Poseidon
with an almighty trident
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
Venus-Intergalactico princess,
Why is Victoria keeping so many ******* secrets?
It's time to let the Gucci cats out of the Louis Vuitton iconic bag,
Sparkling Supermodel? can you walk with your hands swinging behind your back?
Legs up front!
Look left!
Look Right!
Turn around!
now you qualify for first class,
Venus-Intergalactico princess,
in your hologram eyes I see a glamorous savage,
Versace snakes to replace your long hair,
Chanel number 5 the breath you fill up in the air,
Your face made of prada is nothing but expensive art,
When you deeped your fingers into glitter and plunged right through my chest to pull out my leathered heart-
I saw an Angel with Cashmere Wings
wearing a glowing Alexander Mcqueen gown
In Jimmy Choo Shoes,
You looked like a queen with a gigantic crown.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
there's you
and then there's me.
there's a supermodel blonde you
and then there's average brown me.
there's a hourglass shaped you
and then there's a circle shaped me.
there's a beautiful happy you
and then there's just me.
-c.a.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
Her voice was flat, like a barren desert of words and sounds. Her hair was a mess, with millions of different threads and tangles of brown curls. These aren't the things that made me attracted to her; it was her eyes, God her eyes. They gleamed with joy and tenderness and they made me feel like the safest person in the world when i looked into them. She was the most beautiful thing in the world; and I was head over heels in love. Unfortunatly, i was just another person to her. I can't blame her. I'm not the next Einstein; i'm not supermodel; i'm not a millionaire. She is a rare gem and i am just another ordinary rock.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
you know what i want to do with my life
is read my poems on radio
and leave more designs on how i can improve the homeless people’s situation
i want to move on from LEAD, unless they help in giving me work on radio
i want to get my art out there, in art galleries
i want to not do work that is pointless to me
i want to be noticed by ellen degenerous
i know i feel like yelling at my head when paranormal voices are forcing me back to LEAD
why doesn’t 2xx let me read on radio, i really want that more than working on some football oval
i am good at that, but i wouldn’t mind talking to people in hospital, like reading my poems
or stories or showing them my art
i want to do volunteer work, in jobs that make the poor people happy
i want my imagination back so i can give ideas of how to improveness homelessness
i am an artisrt a writer, and i can entertain on youtube
i feel better now i am an household name
more people know about the coopers now
and more people know about my life captured in the psych ward
because they are stories i wrote, i want to put my art in exhibitions
as well as find a way to make it in to Hollywood
i want to get paid to host a christmas concert, as long as i have a piece of paper with the headline acts on it, i can do it
i want to have *** with a supermodel, if i can figure out how to do it
i want more out of youtube, like get noticed by someone BIG
one day i want to get paid for going on youtube
i want to be feature act on poetry slam one day, reading selected poems, that’ll be cool
i don’t want to work for LEAD, much, because i can’t understand why they act like kids
i want people to NOTICE ME, i have great ideas
which are
start a mental health TV station
start a arts TV station for free to air TV
A hotel atmosphere for the homeless, in a small run down hotel
giving money to the struggling on the street
please, i am explaining that i help more getting what i want
this is what i want
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
I've been listening to the same song on repeat
feeling how ***** my teeth are
and instinctively pointing my aching feet to the wall
sniffling with sickness and sneezing with crap
you still kiss me like I'm your supermodel.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC