Best Tattooed Poems

THIS IS A FICTIONAL WRITE THAT EXPLORES THE QUESTION OF WHAT LOVE IS. IT DOES SO IN A DRAMATIC WAY, AFTER ALL THAT IS MY...

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The Rulers wield their silver shields,
             wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison...

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To The Brink For The Ink    Crack Like Fissures 


Another page scarred with ink.   Upon her page, I see red...

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You are a plus size model: sexy, hot
Emaciated woman, you are not!
You have the curves; you have the booty too
Those skinny girls don’t hold a...

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Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach

It is a sun splashed day; 
the air is silent with the sound of waves 
the ocean is...

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Our fellow travelers,
What measure of trust for them?
The moment's imperfections are easily, even instinctively overlooked -
We risk for their benefit, sacrifice for their good.

Minutes stretched,...

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It is a sun splashed day; the air is silent with the sound of waves 
from an ocean moving to the rhythm of crying gulls....

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He arrived wearing pink skinny jeans
They were scruffy and ripped at the seams
He looked like a wiener
I will not be meaner
But he’s sure not the...

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My first crush seemed like a box of Crayons
Hot Magenta was tugging on her nylons

She dyed her hair like the Florida Sunrise
Her Cool And Crazy...

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"Escalating the Muse"



Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink 
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty 
from the 
Book of Truth, 

a page moored
in transparent...

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We have our differences in the shadows,
yet, act so different in the light.
Crimson shadows dance 
within our dull routines.

With the moon beneath my wings,
I drink...

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Standing tall
here I am
attune to the future
but grounded in the past

sturdy and strong
a constant all along
I hear that lovely song

the seasons have come one by...

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I gaze beyond 
the sky of sapphires,
waiting for a
spark of sailing light,
listening to 
the balmy breeze~
they kiss the 
rays of silver,
with tales of 
my eclipsed...

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our God is bountiful because


Jesus is Robin Hood turning the tables in the forest temple

and Friday treasures an island of hope in my child’s mind

‘you...

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When silence speaks in broken dialects, to harmonize hurt, 
I ponder, would the sky unravel synonyms for serenity, 
amidst piercing thunder that strikes through raining...

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