Best Tattooing Poems
*The feline Texan way*
A clean coat of paint - on my nails
Red shade of lips - on my smile
Solid oak charms - on my wrist
Country music - around my core
Flattering eyes - a rustic shell.
Join me in a "Country Girls Tale"
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Every day I draw near the morning dawn,
Abide by the landscape towards the new Texas sun
A track of yellow roses and cactus galore
I brand my name everywhere I travel
Allowing you near the bounds of my Wild West soul
I maintain it above the snake level everywhere I roll
Got my head up like a cowgirl,
Men around my black leather chaps
I tilt my bull hide hat leaving behind a sweet Texas Trail
Driving down a midnight Texan storm
It takes more than raindrops to knock me from my- “2-Steppin’ world.”
A windy ride, bruises under the hide taking it in like- “A Real Cowgirl!”
I got a tight hold on my saddle, holding on to a brighter morrow
Enjoying the voices and the sound
Tex-Mex lingo, round and round
Ropers and Wranglers are how I dress
I'm all covered, except for the top of my chest.
Living’ it up^, down here in the south.
Erin’ the lungs, shooting up the sport
Long necks’ and kissing under a rodeo’ moon.
Honky-Tonk, tattooing the mockingbird.
Down here:
You will see me sitting on the Country ground,
Peacefully staring into the optics of the "Alamo Stars."
Falling with the art found in the flag I hold.
I am The Wild!
I am The West!
“— A little dotty, but civilized!”
Enjoying the morning breeze,
Where the dew sits on the tip of Mother Nature’s tongue.
There and only there you will find me,
Under the brightest Texas Star
Categories:
tattooing, adventure, beauty, body, mirror,
Form:
Free verse
Sacred Gratitude
Rockin and Rollin inside my soul
Beckoning musical notes float within me
My heart surrenders and opens
Expanding
When the world outside dances in tension
Feeling bleak and unforgiving
I am grateful to receive
Simple nuances of pure magic
Breathing into my being
Allowing a journey to the place
Between here and now
Standing in dense forest
I approach one of the gentle giants
Her redwood bark burned and blackened
Fires and history tattooing her skin
Fury red growth emerging
Her new coat of velvet delight
Limey baby branches
Make their way to the air
Thirsty for light
A deep hollow near her base
Where I can walk inside
Blackness..soft spongy bark
Touches my fingertips
A dreamy pause
Almost silent
An internal space
Quiet gratitude as I look up.. up..up
Hundreds of feet to a circle of light
Glimmering above
Sunlight trickles in
Kissing my eyelids
Diamond dust reveals
Her burnt underbelly
I stretch my arms up high above me
Sliding them into the sleeves
Of her gigantic branches
As I become her
Arms...limbs full...stretch.. radiating
Rising up ...my head tall
Viewing nature’s mesmerizing tapestry
Woven yellows and greens
Meadows, springs, water lapping nearby
Echoes of bird calls
A white snowy owl lands on my limb
Quiet gratitude as I see her blink
Her wise old eyes
Rotating her white feathered head
Counterclockwise so she may see
The entire circumference
Of her surroundings
Oh dear owl
Sister of the universe
I hear your silent whispers
Feed my soul with your insight and wisdom
I am grateful for your guidance
As I journey through subtleties
Of acceptance, challenge, and bliss
Arriving at compassion
For life and for others
Categories:
tattooing, appreciation, beautiful, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
As shifting shadows merge within the night,
darkness devours disheveled silhouettes.
And daylight disappears, fading from sight;
as a splendiferous sun slowly sets.
Twilight's crimson-colored clouds coalesce;
tinting the skies a cotton candy pink.
And yet, darkness descends nevertheless,
tattooing treetops with ebony ink.
Sequined stars sparkle in the midnight sky;
glittering gems in the fabric of space.
And today toasts tomorrow with a sigh;
as a motley moon mirrors Sol's far face.
Moonbeams mold monsters mostly out of black;
sculpting scary shapes with chisels of light.
And female mosquitoes mount their attack;
as buzzing, bloodthirsty biters alight.
Silence shushes sounds, stirring in the day;
as night's nocturnal creatures start to wake.
And stridulating crickets chirp away;
trilling till dawn dawns and dreamers awake.
Categories:
tattooing, 10th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
See me in the shadows
I'm drowning in black ink
Slipping beneath the surface
Darkness informs the way I think
Within, a perverse pleasure
The tattooing of my mind
Words are my she devil
Her beauty makes me blind
She causes skin to tingle
Each word her form revealed
I reach and want to touch her
Yet if I do my fate is sealed
For the current of my mind
It travels and it flows
Carried down her river
Within this book that I have chose
So I choose to close the cover
Seal the pages of this book
I know you want to read it
But please I pray don't look
For she is a temptress
A devil in disguise
She'll sap away your passion
You'll drown, within her lies
Categories:
tattooing, dark, desire,
Form:
Quatrain
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!
Categories:
tattooing, adventure,
Form:
Limerick
You look at a sky full of stars
akin to trillions of diamonds.
And watch a gold doubloon moon climb
high amidst a starlit background.
Not a sound, just you, and your thoughts;
as worldly distractions vanish.
And scrutinizing God's handiwork:
your soul finds its humanity.
A sizzling shooting star trails light,
unzipping a curtain of sparks.
And a bat starts scanning for moths,
flapping skin-soft wings at nightfall.
Shifting shadows slowly conjoin,
crushing charcoal gray into black.
And tattooing twilight phantoms:
Dusk, inks day, in colors of Night.
Categories:
tattooing, 10th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Blank verse
People have learned it is okay to be themselves
They no longer have to follow their parents or any dogma
They can make up their own religion, and no one cares.
People watch television twenty-four hours a day now.
Children can be disrespectful to their parents,
And it is normal. No one says anything until they get
So out of hand they have to be jailed, usually about age eighteen
When their mamas cannot “save” them from their bad choices any more.
We have computers in our houses, and we have something called Internet
Which means dictionaries, Thesaurus and world books are out-of-date, not used.
No one knows what RSVP means any more. Teachers call in sick now on Mondays.
No one keeps a job for twenty-five years; twenty-five months is the norm.
We have been to the moon, and we have mooned each other at football games.
Women are tattooing their arms, legs, backs, and piercing their navels.
Lots of people can work out of their houses and never have to socialize with others.
Electronic devices keep us entertained, so we never have to speak to each other.
Most people do not cook anymore because we run out to a restaurant all the time.
Some families do not even keep food in cupboards; we could eliminate kitchens.
We fell into the Twilight Zone in 2020 with a virus called the Corona 19.
Schools, restaurants and bars were closed by Marshal law. More on that later.
Categories:
tattooing, nostalgia,
Form:
Prose Poetry
There is a new kid in town.
A new company.
Storefront with glass.
Headless Hands is what the marquee says.
A daycare center? Creative writing center? Nail salon?
Give up? I did. Headless hands tattoo.
Not sure I would want someone without a head tattooing me.
I am still pondering the why behind the name.
Two partners? Joe Headless and Stan Hands?
I would go in and ask, except
I am a woman who cannot say “no”.
Easily talked into stuff
And I have always thought
A baby dinosaur tattoo with
A red beret would look pretty
Sweet on my derriere.
I dare not go inside.
Was that a light?
Do you suppose they are open?
Categories:
tattooing, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
“Kafka Disordered”
Kafka disordered
never complete
in himself
burning stories
fuel for Nero
dreams of you
reading him
wrapt under
the covers
of his last pages
tattooing his voice
on your tongue
lips pass keys
legs entwined
love notes
never run
Metamorphosis
the trial
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Mirror Forever" / Weyes Blood
https://youtu.be/tQ1CH2_Arws
"Andromeda" / Weyes Blood
https://youtu.be/Aki1Xn36eJ8
“Every thing you love
is very likely to be lost,
but in the end,
love will return
in a different way.”
Franz Kafka
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franz_Kafka
https://penelope.uchicago.edu/~grout/encyclopaedia_romana/gladiators/nero.html
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_macguffin_1054682
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MacGuffin
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoid_personality_disorder
Categories:
tattooing, dream, muse, mystery,
Form:
Romanticism
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.
Categories:
tattooing, inspirationalme, me,
Form:
Acrostic
She'll tell you Karma
is not her friend.
With fists clenched tight
she screams, "God is dead!"
Because she knows true heartbreak,
she bleeds for one man.
Her insecurity spells loss
when damaging tides roll in,
but he doesn't play executioner.
He didn't set forth
those damaging tides.
Tattooing a Buddha across his chest
he braces for the ride.
A heart thats raging like a hurricane,
he spirals against outstretched hands.
No interest in truth. No time for lies.
Catch him if you can.
Because you should never crack
your own foundation,
especially
if you intend to stand.
Sometimes we become lost,
and lose everything
before we find our way
again.
Categories:
tattooing, life, loss, self, spoken
Form:
Blank verse
The first invisible hand I saw, was the hand that appeared
in the banquet hall of the Babylonian palace, inscribing
letters on the wall, with its fingertip,
the letters, written by the invisible visible hand, on the wall
may be an astonishing revelation, the inscription on the wall
is not as impressive as the visible invisible hands stretching
desperately on the canvas in ‘Guernica’.
By the time I learned of the existence of an invisible hand,
it’s an embarrassing situation but the invisible hand disappeared
from our surroundings, already; a crow flew away to the place unknown
carrying my poor soul.
Presently, however, every hand has
its own color and goes loose in the marketplace
the clean white hands called holy
dipped and pulled out from holy water;
the bluish hands dyed from bruised people treated cruelly;
the dictator’s red hands stained from the blood of innocent people;
other hands,
messy hands stained from oil spouting from the well;
the bright gold hands of the man who found a vein of gold.
Nonetheless, there still is, the invisible hand, out there,
this hand occasionally fumbles into my breast, pulls my heart out
and tattoos an unsightly tattoo which can’t be removed or cut out
and when becomes bored of tattooing my heart, the hand squeezes
into the brain, connects and disconnects the delicate linkage of my thoughts
and beclouds my judgment
it’s really annoying, but what can I do?
since it’s an invisible hand.
That’s the devil’s hand a dog plays with,
the dog tosses, chases and chews it in his mouth.
Categories:
tattooing, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Her words were mumbled unprovoked and put him through the grinder
minced they were tearing apart they hurt like a dagger so he finally knew
where his heart was dismembered as it stood still one sentence then silence
No stream no consciousness emotion arrested a world destroyed broken shattered
He picked up the pieces the fragments shards of an ugly mosaic coloured in black
The cutting edge of glass penetrated into frozen blood in icy veins turning tattooing
engraving the twisted knife chopping torturing where passion kindness love
had once been the messenger grinning at the grisly gristle ground to the core
With surgical precision her scalpel incised at the flesh scarred in a flash razor
wire ligatures asphyxiating suffocating mortal wounded lost mindless soul
Denervation ensured neurochemical transmitters flowing into nothing a wide open
schism fissures fission exploding with nowhere to venture a road not yet travelled
Blessed in disguise of disaster her words grew into an unlikely story of hope of
a mixture of memories retold new pathways narration novel meaning of words
No more mill stone weighing the rope round the severed necklace of horror
he found undreamt off passion with a new soulmate and lover a poet tree in motion
Weaving kindness now sensual emotional reason scribed on paper fantasy clouds
written on dreams healing momentum of moments nights and cinnamon bark
their sizzling skins their touches feelings new found beauty make love and make
loving and making love with words and with lived meaning worthwhile again
16th June 2016
Categories:
tattooing, love,
Form:
Free verse
Thinking about tattooing
"noitatneserP erocnE"
across my back.
Install mirrors on the
bedroom ceiling
so she sees it spelled
correctly as I pray for her
only stopping when
Hallelujah reverberates
down our halls.
Think I'll remove my filter
Let her see my censorship
Picturing a blurred spot
below my abdomen
intermix it with bleeps
followed by adjectives that
proceed her name.
Tonight I won't refrain
driving her insane
exposing raw thoughts
that I've kept secret
Make her beg for silence.
Auditory overload
Can I get a "shut the hell up
and beat it up Daddy" moment
And I be quiet when she
comes around, but
when she's in the that
paralyzed prognosis
I be talking again.
Sometimes I think I should
keep thoughts to self
but tonight, self, thought,
and her will come together
peaceably without any resisting.
Categories:
tattooing, lust,
Form:
Free verse
Pain—the best part of being human
Pain—the worse part of being me
Pain—a process of refining
Pain—an aftermath of being mean
Pain—the longings of young people
Pain—a blessing or a curse
Pain is just pain
Nothing more and nothing less
Pain—a redflag to the carefree
Pain—a driving force for me
Pain—a temple for the heartless
Pain—the darkness I could see
Pain—a burden for the childless
Pain—the route for you to bear your kids
Pain is some pain
Something here(??) and something there(??)
Pain—the cost of your tattooing
Pain—a trademark of your sin
Pain—a symptom of you living
Pain—a yeast to your limping
Pain—a reward for your heartbreak
Pain—a cup y'all must taste
Pain is much pain
Some things hurt and some things burn
Pain—a thing we hate to feel
Pain—a sign of _this is real_
Pain—a sting that doesn't kill
Pain—this isn't part of our deal
Pain—the birth of my recklessness
Pain—the death of my kindliness
Pain has gain
Body piercings are beautiful but it does pain
Imagine you living without pain
You'd bleed to death yet feel nothing
You'd be betrayed yet not hurt
You'd never cry because
You can't feel pain
Pain will be a myth
I wonder if we'd enjoy life without pain
How much more of childbirth
Posted on 10th June, 2020
Critiqued by Tampi Lilian and Yacit Telfim
Categories:
tattooing, deep, depression, life, pain,
Form: