Best Tattoo Poems
It’s raining in the corner
Stripes upon the floor
Bloody knife in a barroom door
Drinking whiskey
From a hollowed out gourd
Full of wasps
That rage in my core
Old man Mason
Got a smile upon his face
He knows the fire
And now I got a taste
Can’t stand up
Can’t lie down
Spinning room
Going round and round
Lipstick so red and thick
Devils eyes are on my hip
Right hand of the devil
Is a handgun son
I’m shooting dice
I’m shooting everyone
Woke up in a Philippine jail
I’ll sail for Hong Kong
Once I make my bail
They’ll never find me
The only evidence to tell
Is a tattoo of a broken heart
And a rusty nail
There once was a lass from Kalamazoo
Who got a massive Mickey Mouse tattoo
'Twas inked on her wee fanny
When she became a granny
It sagged looking more like Winnie The Pooh
Heart singing,
I race through warm sand;
then fling myself to the breeze!
I take the leap from land to water,
riding roller coaster crests.
Soon my skin will wear
summer’s ink.
Written by Andrea Dietrich 5/17/2015 For the "Give Me a Sign" Poetry contest of nette onclaud
Was that mark on my skin there yesterday?
There is no way for me to remember
A tattoo my shoulder did once display
Seemed to have disappeared last December
Now a red blemish is atop my hand
It resembles an octopus with wings
In bizarre motions it flaps when I stand
Fear to my heart this gruesome creature brings
But the octopus does not fly alone
There are centipedes, spiders and the like
Each day these ugly markings seem to clone
Apparently I’m no longer a tyke
If you need a tattoo, I’ve some to spare
More vivid they are as I lose my hair
*Written September 14, 2016 for Sara’s contest
When love feels upside down and falling apart
From affairs that deal directly with your heart
We tend to over think them from the very start
Stuck in your head like a pointed dart
Looking for the right answer to jumpstart
The beauty in love that feels like art
Baby with you I want us to never depart
We must prioritize this like we are so smart
Love with you always makes me feel shiny and new
Troubled waters between us make me feel sad and blue
How we lost our way I haven't any clue
I respect all that we share through and through
There is nothing in this world I would not do
To make all of our dreams come true
When we are together we are like glue
In love, we both share the same view
Honey let's find what's missing or overdue
What we see in each other is just a preview
Nothing about what we have I would undue
Love like ours we have to pursue
You know deep down inside it leads to I do's
Sharing our life is what God wants for me and you
Every Wednesday lunchtime
Lexie temporarily leaves
the deafening silence of the multi-storey library
to swim at the local pool.
The echo and splish-splash
of the mothers and the toddlers, lane swimmers
washes through her busy mind
whirring with words and stories,
whispers of change;
shhhhhhh.
Librarian Lexie undresses,
emerges poolside, transformation unveiled
drawing looks as a painted lady
she remains Incognito.
Incredible pictures of mermaids and flowers and elves,
illustrations of her many selves;
for by day Lexie tends to the library shelves -
books to be catalogued and listed.
For Lexi loves orders and systems
yet by night, stories take flight,
she's an author of fantasy fictions -
prophecies and predictions.
As Lexie swims
her pictures through the prism of the water shape shift
and her mind drifts to the publisher,
the man who entangled her heart with his way with words.
Avoiding alliteration amplified his love language,
promised her a future in literature,
in cursive script he bewitched her,
he was wanting to brand her.
But Lexie read between his lines,
she found him grasping and greedy,
a dance with a demon,
and she told him, “we're not on the same page”.
And enraged she drew him
between the devil and the deep blue sea
just above her right knee
illustrated as an apostrophe -
a reminder that he was just too possessive.
The man screams :
"Cursed be the woman
who performs tattoos
and the woman
who asks to have it done"
Chaotic emotions
Tears in hers
long black eyelashes
Loss of patience and self-control
Stainless sterile tattoo needles
Particles of ink
five fingers on the hand
(two thumbs)
Present and future
Permanent ornament
... the eternal symbol
"God's right hand"
19.10.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Fatima Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
1st place in the contest
The girl with the dragon tattoo
I once knew her
And so did you
She came around
When the circus
Came to town
She was happy
And she was gay
At least she seemed
That way.
Though when she
Was alone at night
He always came to her
From out of her dreams
He was a boy she once knew
A boy she met out of school
He was handsome and kind.
He told her that he loved her
And that's all she knew!
Her father told her she can't go with him
Because he is way too old for you
You are my jewel and you are free
Though with him you would never be
For he is wise to the ways of this world.
You are my innocent plucked from the sea.
Your mother's heart would break
If she knew you left with him
For she once met a boy like him
He broke her heart all the way through
Then I said come with me
Rest your heart against mine
I'll show you I'm not that boy
The boy who took it for free
You came to me 8 months later
My jewel of the sea
So I say to you again
You cannot go with him!
One last look before I throw you out the door
You will never say you are sorry anymore
But I can’t do this, it’s hurting even more
When it’s always me, picking you, up off the floor
But I will be always be, hung up on you
Last night I put your beautiful face, on my tattoo
Now there will never be a way, to stop seeing you
Last night I put your beautiful face on my tattoo
My heart was pierced you stuck that pin in tight
Right into my heart you pushed it all just right
And pinned yourself forever on my heart
And I have no strength to rip this all apart
There is no more sense, to anything you say
I saw your old girl friends, and I blew them all away
You can say forever that you have had it all
I want to get a shot gun and blast you through a wall
But I can’t ever stop seeing you
Last night I put your beautiful face on my tattoo
Tina-Louise dashed into a tattoo parlor
And asked for some ink in the shape of a flower.
Much below the knees so my mom doesn’t holler;
Would you hurry-up please, I’ve only one hour.
Seeing as that flower was never discovered,
Tina-Louise went back in for another.
And this time she preferred it higher to cover
A birth mark she wanted to hide from a lover
Since it turned winter, others were oblivious,
So each new tattoo became insidious.
As her pants concealed the vividly obvious,
This fact let Tina to be more devious.
Then before spring, Tina-Louise met a good man
Who was employed at emptying garbage cans.
In no time she had a diamond ring on her hands,
And a tattoo of “Stu” high up on her gams.
Tina-Louise’s belly started projecting
Because of the baby she was expecting.
And it mattered not that her Stu was objecting
To the art of ink that she wasn’t neglecting.
Even Tina-Louise’s gynecologist
Chattered on like a wannabe psychologist.
Saying stop with the inking, you need to desist,
And carried on like a show off apologist.
Well, TL’s final tattoo went high on her neck
Of some odd creature from the series, Star Trek.
And poor Stu could barely keep his temper in check
With that mouthful of Clingon he got with a peck.
Tina-Louise’s water finally did break
During delivery, Doc said for goodness sake.
It’s bizarre days like today that take the cake,
For there’s a glitch with your baby that’s a mistake.
The parents were concerned; well wouldn’t you be too?
They thought maybe their baby came out cold blue.
Nope, the shaken Doc said, this is completely new;
Your sweet little baby has a rose bud tattoo!
With one look, Stu fainted onto the sterile floor,
Since this wasn’t the newborn he bargained for.
Then Tina-Louise gave out one last birthing roar
That started and finished with curses galore.
Afterword Tina-Louise sat alone and bawled
Lamenting the curse to her new baby doll.
Why didn’t I listen to my mom at all?
And to all the others who made the right call?
TL and Stu’s baby now has beautiful skin
Thanks to the marvels of modern medicine.
Though Tina-Louise never performed a real sin;
She wished all her tattoos stayed below her shin.
For Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle contest 9/29/13
tribal tattoo
on the chin
ancient
sacred
ancestral ritual
inscribed for
pride
strength
protection
_____________________________
October 9, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Chin Tattoo
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1293-852-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, One On The Chin
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann
First Place
Where her obscure red rose tattoo was planted you would not believe it; near her bright
hazel batting eyes, above her left brow extending down to the tip of her nose.
Her hair was auburn and unruly.
She was daunting in hot pink and everyone stared because of her exceptional beauty.
It was startling that she was only four.
Luckily the scar was impermanent having come folded in a plastic ball only costing a quarter.
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 7, 2020
Zeekie and Mildred were buds.
Neither thought the other a dud.
Friendship so true.
They each had a tattoo
As symbols of undying love.
The indelible, inspirational
lAid out hidden written inkling
wiThin a poem.
rooTs fertilized with the miracle grow, of the infrared info, view the verses of a valentine.
the cOpycatting of the method of the copyrighted piece.
the awEsome revelation one begins to see.
one musT read with acrostic eyeballs popping out your eye sockets.
and enteR into the darkroom of the skull which once held the
masterY tattoeterizing mind of Edgar Allan Poe - the developer who mused me into
Tattoetry - The Poetical Tattoo.
Nurturing poets to produce.
My motivational, poetical writing, spoken wordress muse.
In leading me to the speak easy cafe site.
To cause me initiating rites to write.
I am tattooing you.
These lines of poetry view.
Her medicine- just write- she administers like a poetic prescription
A writers treatment for bloc- no pre, nor post, just non existing that's her description
For tempting and hooking me back to my addiction.
Surprise! tattooeterized your name in this rendition.
U indelible watch within the ink.
A grateful gratitude laid you in this piece.
Cocked a pen - sprayed you like i shot a glock.
Your names bleeding- piercing lines-so i unlock this puzzling poetic tattoo thanking you.