Best Skin Poems
~I wore your skin~
Brother, I wore your skin last night
Nothing but friction, blood -dry ink
Announcing a crush "Silence by the Sky!"
Integrity denied, endangered enemy
Brother, I wore your skin last night, swollen ankles
imagery galore, vomit on the lavatory floor
A clown bleeding red, feeding lies to those he rapes
Blades of need, captain catamite chasing a pup
Who can't resist the heat, when fenced
Brother, I wore your skin last night,
White, green and tight, devouring the light
Mitten wool on your bottom draw
Lipstick waiting to kiss immediate sin
In search of keeping things close to kin
Brother I wore and tore your skin right off
Gross in every demonic way,
Acrobats all over the home
Docile immunity, lurking with a bomb threat
Sister, I wore your skin last night
Vanity of nothingness nutted blasphemy
Evil lurking, wanting to undress thee
Comparing notes, breaking bad company
Sister, I wore your skin last night, swollen lips
scumbag hag, with nowhere to go
Immortal lies weaken by love
Revealing nothing more than her true self
A wraith with no heart, no goal
Sister, I wore your skin last night
Repeating, bleeding, nail biting
Greasy and powerful, needy and greedy
Aching and whining for not placing
Her head lower than shame holding a high
Sister I wore and swore to never put on your skin again
The nasty feeling, of pretending loyalty, is passion
To hate all those who don't fit your skin
A vulture preying sending encrypted messages
By: PD
If you could relive one day of your life..
time lost, now retrieved for just a short while.
To thrust old scheming machinations knife,
or return healing to a lover's smile.
Such a fretted frittering those lost days,
though ones you and I will remember most.
Passions reared high in servile dewy haze..
soft breathe warm against skin from dearest host.
Moment waits untended a dreamer's call,
something I can never give you again.
Bodice caught on nail of new lover's wall,
though we may choose to return now and then.
Tarried too long look'g to horizon's edge..
promised heart unharmed, now pulled from a ledge.
The bark peels back like old skin—
Mine, yours, the cinnamon scrolls
Of what we shed to live. August
Bleaches the world to bone, the bark’s faint spice
Rising in the noon glare,
Heat tasting of salt and sand. And still this Crape crowns
Itself with Myrtle fire. Still—
I cannot explain what breaks in me. Still I press my cheek
Against its flaking flesh, feel
The pulse beneath—magenta,
White, pink, the deep red
Of what I've never
Bled for anyone.
Each blossom a small fist
Opening with the muted pop
Of summer rain on dry earth. Each petal, tissue-thin
As the lies I've told myself
About enduring. The Eastern Shore sun
Has made this tree what survival
Looks like: stubborn—
Beautiful, built for the burning
Seasons that strip us
To what we are. Winter comes,
And I am learning
How to be naked—
These mottled limbs
My teachers, conductors' hands
Mid-gesture, never finished
With their fierce music
Of staying alive. Of reaching
Up through the killing
Cold, brittle air ringing
With the clink of frozen twigs toward something
Green promises I cannot fathom—yet still I know
Lives in the light returning.
Held unyielding in your narrow mind
is the ignorance which keeps you blind.
Building dams will only hold you back
from accepting that white is not black.
Like a slow moving, barricaded stream,
your thoughts clot like curdled cream.
Thin skin has need to slough rejection,
Your rigid stance in mirrored reflection.
Break open the dam across the estuary
that hinders your vision. It's necessary
to move in sync with malleable fluidity
instead of sputtering words of stupidity.
Shedding skin will allow you to breathe.
Release your potential from its sheathe.
Even a snake slithers out from its skin
to crawl from where it once had been.
Little is the chance you have to accept
new ideas if they are not circumspect
to the fault of having such a closed mind.
Throw off the veil that keeps you blind.
Don't become stagnant and decompose
by turning your back, continuing to oppose
any idea with which you just don't agree.
You'll drown in arrogance, acting so lordly.
I love you just the way you are
(after they buff that awful scar)
and laser the tattoos over your heart
I'm sure we're destined never to part
Remember to tuck up that cute
double chin
and put those buttocks back where
they'd been
Do ask about Lypo and
wax that moustache
and while you are at it get those teeth
that flash
A beautiful smile in no time they say
it Looks great and it seems such a small
price to pay
For love such as ours that
withstands any crisis
so while you are there just look
into the prices
of permanent lashes and
green contacts honey
and buy some new clothes
for it's well worth the money
a wig or a dye job will top
off the look
and get those new nails that
we saw in that book
I love you for you
but it's so plain to see
There's really a much better you
you can be
So call me next year
after all transformations
(I'm sure you'll exceed all of
my expectations)
Just fax me a photo
I'll show it with pride
But remember I love you
for the you that's inside!
Form:
Soft and smooth and oh so sweet
Pure delight when our fingers meet
Sundrenched olive with a hint of peach
My loving touch is within your reach
Brief scents of lavender fill my heart
Enchanting, exciting, you're a work of art
Late night caresses under the setting sun
Light kisses, a playful pinch, just having fun
Scented oils, a rub or two
Oh how much I love you
Tracing your body with my hands of gold
The feelings I get never grow old
Each night ends and each day begins
with a look at your beauty and a kiss on your skin
I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard the tales of terror, from others who became my friends.
And I have walked with a dark skinned woman of their tribe.
We walked in the beauty of her courage, together. Tearless.
Tearless we both were as she spoke, for tears, only gods could cry for her.
I am a Red Skin dog.
And yet we walked together and we talked – together, fearless,
I and this swaying ebony sapling, sprung from the roots of my foes tribe.
We talked of the pitiless reality of that life she left behind, of that time
That she has left, far, far behind, like a useless scar
That has toughened over. And made her stronger.
I learned from this daughter of my foes
That true courage is never fearless, but always stronger. Victorious,
Stronger she was by far, to this Red Skin dog
Than the thousand sons who died, in her honor. So they say. Ridiculous,
But I have heard the balance of their sins.
And for all the tales I have heard from those angry young men, and their vengeful fathers
Her horror was a thousand times more sinister. A thousand times more callous.
Horror took up residence in her home but never in her heart.
But for others, I cannot speak.
“…splinters and bursting fragments…in my mind
Ai! Tearing! Memory of tearing flesh, swallowing tears and mucus, blood and bile
…bruising and ripping garments…off my body
…filthy, familiar hands tearing at my dress…
…my legs split and broken like a wild pig slaughter, my screams smashed from my lips,
With the butt of a rifle, just used to kill a Red Skin dog…
Aieee! Clean this floor mama, mop up this spew!
It cannot be mine!
This child is not mine!
It is not mine! It is the devils own creation born in hell fire!
Born in my death!
Aieee! I am dead, I cannot be alive.
I am dead and the Red Skin dogs have eaten my corpse.
Those spirits in their wingless chariot flew over the land and sea, to rescue me?
Rescue me from that black devil who said he was like Jesus to me.
I thought you were my uncle-brother…
Who else could have found us here?
Hidden away from the Red Skins and their Wingless Angels.
Only you my uncle-brother
Only you could have found us
Only you could have killed us.
And now the progeny of your evil deed suckles at my breasts
As I lie dead in the home of those Red Skin dogs you fought.”
The whisper of your skin
dissolving into mine -
the weight of it is kin
to that of wings of butterflies - divine
deliciousness I can’t define!
My precious love -
We meld into a sky of night that’s never been
so breathlessly partaken of
nor ever will again.
Exquisitely you paint my sweetest sin.
For PD's Any Poem # 28 Free Poetry Contest
Never apologize for being exactly
the person that you are, warts and all.
Tough if someone scoffs at you for that!
It's not your obligation to please the world.
You are your own individual.
Should a soul attempt to rearrange you
in any form, in any shape, in any way;
tell that sucker to go fly a kite!
Stay just as you are because....
you're fine and dandy!
You're a sparkling diamond, remember that;
perfectly imperfect, as you should be. Never mind...
the scars deep within you, or those written
on your skin for all to see! There's no shame
in wearing those. They don't make you any less special!
Never change a single thing about you;
not your idiosyncracies,
not your adorable quirks,
not how you carry yourself
not how you dress, or your hairstyle.
Rock on with your bad self!
Your personality is uniquely yours.
Should you hear that it's all twisted and wrong,
tell the fool that said so....
"Sorry, you've got it backwards...and mind your business!"
You're just fine the way you are.
You are who you are, and that's that.
Let no one try to change you,
because you're special, one of a kind;
and there's nothing wrong with you!
Submitted for...
Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 11/28/2020
Help me burn this skin
I can’t believe all the hollow lies I’ve burnt in
It’s as if there’s a special place in hell
For the sins that I have held
I’ve betrayed the innocence of what I used to be
It’s so funny to realize how perspective changes everything
We keep lying to ourselves and blame it on anything, on anything
Feeding off of drama like a parasite feeds on blood of death
We kill ourselves from the inside just to be like the rest
Help me burn this skin
I can’t believe all the hollow lies I’ve burnt in
It’s as if there’s a special place in hell
For the sins that I have held
I’ve betrayed the innocence of what I used to be
Men use love just to get sexual pleasure
Degrading beauty, we slowly lose our treasure
Women giving themselves away to be loved
Yet they still get disposed of
God, what have we done
Please take us back to where we begun
Help me burn this skin
I can’t believe all the hollow lies I’ve burnt in
It’s as if there’s a special place in hell
For the sins that I have held
I’ve betrayed the innocence of what I used to be
God, I’m screaming out for you
In a world of pain, I thirst for truth
I beg for more, for more than this
I’ve lived life in the worst abyss
I need my Father’s embrace
I need to be saved by grace
Into the woods, soft leaves fondle the nape
*
Along a walk bathed in frost of moon pail
I bare myself before night goddess’ cape
And lay upon the edge where grasses sail ~ ~
While sacred rite bestows a holy grail.
*
Now, free is my body, my life compass
Where stars connect with skin on raw canvas
Tracing birthmarks from navel ripe as womb
• ~
In pure silence, light meets joy unsurpassed
One with birth’s flesh, Soul washes covered plume
~
you see me a monster
an angel in disgrace
for I plucked my wings out
just to honor the human race
inconspicuous yet dark
a disciple with a mark
all they do is lie and swear
they are always unprepared
for free will might be your gift
but their hearts are all adrift
I'm ashamed of what I've done
I can't be like everyone
all these mortal emotions
deny me of your devotion
how can an angel be so void
when human emotions they avoid
they are right, we are wrong
God have mercy on their Souls
Indigo, not black, nor brown
not one or tother, coffee ground
It’s plain and simple, the eye to see
like winter’s bark on maple tree
I’m indigo, in mood and skin,
to be this colour is no sin
So to my friends of red and yellow,
just chill out, it’s cool to mellow
Whispers On Your Skin
Sometimes in my mind I go
where never have I been.
Slipping quietly into your room
like whispers on your skin.
I watch as you lay sleeping
I join you in your dreams.
Sailing over mountains
skipping across streams.
Counting stars up in the skies
that we can almost touch.
How can something never known
still be missed so much?
That's the way it feels to me
and this place I've never been.
Somehow I know from deep inside
I'm returning once again.
Like pictures in a magazine
of a far and distant shore.
A place you never heard of
yet you've been there before.
So many things for me unseen
I long to see again.
Slipping quietly in your room
like whispers on your skin.
Edwin C Hofert
In my skin,
I'm proud and free!
This beautiful dark skin
I was born with
And live in
Fills my soul to the brim
With unadulterated pride;
Notwithstanding
A few scars
and discolorations.
Through my chocolate skin
Captivating stories
Are revealed.
Look closely and you'll see
Some parts have seen better days,
But the imperfections
Both seen and hidden,
I welcome,
I accept.
This beautiful dark skin
Of mine, I'm so proud of;
Glistens in the sun
when Vaseline
Is smoothly rubbed into it.
I live in it, and always will.
It makes me who I am.
I love being Black.
It's beautiful, as they say.
In my skin,
I'm proud and free!
Date written: 03/07/2021