Best Tattooed Poems
PROUDLY TATTOOED
Proudly tattooed I am for you,
I saw you going to have one too,
My ink is stained,
For I never feigned,
To have one alone, we are a crew!
Only your eyes will bear on it,
And mine on yours, so it is fit,
Will we become addicted?
O what the heck, it’s predicted,
We’ll never see fit to quit!
Tattooing is now an adventure,
No longer a risky venture,
Seek out a tattoo artist,
Go have one on your wrist,
No longer need a censor.
I love the tattoo that I had done,
It has been such tremendous fun,
Did it hurt, yes it did,
So much, I flipped my lid,
My darling, love it on your bum!
Choose wisely, it is there to stay,
The next day, cannot wish it away,
The thrill of having this fling,
Beats almost anything,
No longer an area grey!
her name
across his forearm
still under his skin
Tattooed chicks kick ass, taking names with ink
Affixed to their bodies. Naughty or not,
They got to do exactly what they got
To do, not giving a damn what you think.
Only true TATTOOED CHICKS can stop a blink,
Open an eye, and make you see how hot
Every blot is in every spot;
Down to there, even, where the ink turns pink.
Chicks with tattoos amuse us with their art,
Hearts on their sleeves, flexing creative sides.
Inked up from head to toe, they play their parts,
Creating a classic canvas with pride.
Keepsakes, the eyes can not escape, look smart,
Sketched here and sketched there with nowhere to hide.
With a mind sharp as a marble
Words roll off my tongue as garble.
My clean shaved head is like a globe
Serpentine tattooed, lobe to lobe
With yellow, brown and strings of blue
Of understated pastel hues
Waxed smoother than a scratched eight-ball
Like a brain coral, all in all.
What is outside is not within
Sharp as a marble crown to chin.
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
Contest Name: Simile Poetry Contest
“Sharp as a Marble”
Ten by ten beautiful fingers and toes,
Aligned by design, colored for fashion,
Thus, proving this queen is full of passion,
Therefore, displayed wherever THE QUEEN goes.
Originality in this QUEEN shows
Often, as parts of her heart are rationed,
Enclosed in a soul that is her bastion,
Determined to let her ten by tens glow.
Cute and creatively colored hands hold
Hearts, hidden in waves of fiery red.
Imagination meets art, where both bold
Creativity and spirit are wed.
Kindness has been returned! Truth has been told,
Since not another word needs to be said.
Limerick crochet: Once a dangling Dude got himself tattooed
Once a dangling Dude got himself tattooed
All over to make himself look pretty good
Only piece tattoo free
Was the retracting pPp:
So he installed stainless steel under hood.
He met a woman with scarce a stain
On her svelte body smooth as satin
So they locked jaws and torso:
Steel piece severed in grotto
Surgeons found tattooed insides: shark’s teeth and fin !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Ten by ten beautiful fingers and toes,
Aligned by design, colored for fashion,
Thus, proving this queen is full of passion,
Therefore, displayed wherever THE QUEEN goes.
Originality in this QUEEN shows
Often, as parts of her heart are rationed,
Enclosed in a soul that is her bastion,
Determined to let her ten by tens glow.
Cute and creatively colored hands hold
Hearts, hidden in waves of fiery red.
Imagination meets art, where both bold
Creativity and spirit are wed.
Kindness has been returned! Truth has been told,
Since not another word needs to be said.
Ten by ten beautiful fingers and toes,
Aligned by design, colored for fashion,
Thus, proving this queen is full of passion,
Therefore, displayed wherever THE QUEEN goes.
Originality in this QUEEN shows
Often, as parts of her heart are rationed,
Enclosed in a soul that is her bastion,
Determined to let her ten by tens glow.
Cute and creatively colored hands hold
Hearts, hidden in waves of fiery red.
Imagination meets art, where both bold
Creativity and spirit are wed.
Kindness has been returned! Truth has been told,
Since not another word needs to be said.
I watch you lean against the wall,
and I know what you're thinking.
You know I'm watching you, and
you keep your back to me.
One week home, I can understand
you wanting to hide yourself from
me.
Thinking back, you thought your
tattoo would eventually cover your
scar, but it didn't.
And I know you're afraid.
Afraid of what I might say.
I wish you would turn around,
so I could look at you.
You don't have to show me
your bruises; I still love you.
I just want you to hear what
I have to say, to you.
Take a look in the mirror.
You're still the same woman,
that I always loved, years ago.
You're still you, even if you don't
think you are.
You're absolutely beautiful.
Just take a glance and you'll see.
It is just a scar.
And the most beautiful part
about all of this, is that you're
still here to view this vision.
Large room
Large mirror
me
naked,
naked back
tattooed
kissing faces
and sunspots
sunspots all over
my naked back
My life is better because of you
I may never find another as true
My life has purpose again for I know now what to do
I loved you from before the start
just know woman that you have tattoo'd my heart.
She's
becoming
part of the order
of the tattooed butterfly
she has ceased to speak
has four metal wheels for feet
A chorus of numbers on her arm will forever chant to her inner being
they'll whisper to you everything you don't really want to ever know.
She graduated summa cum laude at the University of Auschwitz,
with a bachelor's degree in "work will forever set you free".
many others dropped out-leaving their chrysalis behind
herded into gas chambers-becoming tattooed butterflies
turning into clouds...…...stories never survived
ashen raindrops...................crumbling psalms
tapping on faces...……………………. truth becoming fable
a thinning and gleaning of ages
endless brutality becoming art
She finally left the flesh behind
became a tattooed butterfly
her tale will not survive
time never embalms
it crumbles all things
truth becomes opaque
a cleansing of the stable
as brutality is re-labeled as art
It then becomes a weapon
of...…………...grand...…………..denial
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56 sharp black scars
ripple in a bed of pail porcelain skin
like murky tadpoles in a crystal blue pond
tadpoles that will never grow, move or die
tadpoles that will simply lie
56 identical sharp arrays
gouged into warm soft skin
like rain tapping on a lakes surface
while sapphire eyes of delicate glass
are softly swimming under skin clasped
56 emblazoned stars
fixed forever in a sky of skin and lips
like soft freckles on a child's face
but when the sun leaves, and sky goes grey
they will not fade, they'll simply stay
56 perpetual nightmares
inked unconscious in moonlight dreams
like cobwebs spun the night before
now each morning she wakes with dread
to find cobwebs spun with diamond thread
Honeysuckle can't survive on tear drops
And rainbows lose their beauty without rain
Heavens sent down angels that still haunt me
And tattooed on my heart is your name
What seemed so temporary is now forever
And I carry you with me all the time
But my heart's not the only place that you left your mark
You also lay heavy on my mind
Tattooed on my heart you'll be forever
Yet I'm not sure how you got under my skin
It's as though you've taken on a new persona
And left me living in what could have been
It's funny how you managed to find space
When some of my past loves brought me to the brink
You've erased all those lesser known little heart aches
And instead you used permanent ink
Tattooed on my heart you'll be forever
And you somehow remain under my skin
It's as though you've taken on a new persona
And became heart aches evil twin
Tattooed on my heart you'll be forever
Till the day they put me in the ground
The silence and pain of the unknown
Speaks volumes without making a sound
Tattooed on my heart you'll be forever.......
So what’s next? Flipping through books of images, undecided. I keep asking myself pleading with the painful thoughts that constant haunts my mind. I’m looking through my life with a fine grooming comb removing hairs. Roots included. Snags
No Room for re-growth, why bother when I shave. Simple
Wish that life was this easy.
Close cut without the worries.
I left room for to many mistakes and involving my life with people that may have loved me for me. Then again it’s questionable. What isn’t, these days?
Statements made, unforgivable, it still hurts no matter how or where you put it.
Tattooed labeled.
Love is A painful word used, that is a thorn in my…. you know what. That’s causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand at attention and not to mention how I’m feeling. Its mixed questionable thoughts with words she used against me. A highly poisonous toxic chemical love affair, tattooed as a reminder of broken hearts.
I just want to close my eyes and forget the unforgettable because that’s easier and believe me I rather run at this point into the sunset right into the arms of a woman who has the imagination and strength to hold me up; Not down with her hands around my throat when I was trying to sleep, and not to much that my head swells causing my ego to lose control.
Still hurts with the thoughts and memories I can’t explain, but it is what it is. this shall be the case, and it shall pass. Just liked time has. It just wasn’t right anymore. Reading it in a mirror backwards it’s just words tattooed, a reflection, love yourself or just leave it alone was what it was saying.
It’s not close to being over and I rather or prefer it to just be a peaceful image with beautiful smiles and sunshine. But let’s face it Life Love Pain Hate Fate Memories Dreams Misery loves the company and Reality just sums this mess up all into one. Pointing fingers doesn’t fix anything when you’re actually the blame. When you’re still hurting just means you’re alive, feeling the pain and still you will be able to move on. Even though she was long gone before you even realized it. It was a short kiss good night just wasn’t meant to last. No matter how many reminders you have tattooed if it’s true you won’t forget.