Body Poems | Examples of Body Poetry

Comfort wrapped in a blanket of security Never fearing the chance of brutality Only a freedom granted to those with fair skin Greeted by the warmth of idiocy Building a racist system of legacy With followers who exhibit stupidity But useful in killing democracy To continue their self fulfilling prophecy Of forced superiority A politicians smile brings a darkness Poisonous...

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Monsters mind spinning. Hands steady. Stands ready Girl by your side, has no idea she just met her demise Masquerading as sane. His forced smiles of distain In just a few moments you’ll feel a stab in your left thigh Dizziness will overthrow you Should have never trusted this guy. Should have never taken this ride I’ll go no further...

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My thoughts are hard to hold when I know they're hard to shape. Like climbing out of fog just to fall into more. I try to dream, but worry gets there first— a shadow curled up in my brain, wide awake at night. Even sleep feels heavy. Even silence buzzes. Even breathing sometimes feels like work. Life, in general, just won’t let go. It presses in— quiet, loud, never still. ...

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If I could go back in time, I’d go back to when I believed in soulmates the way I believe the stars in the night sky guide us to a predetermined destiny. Poorly illuminated by the moon, leaving you to seek yourself intentionally. Well, I’ve learned you can throw away fate when you make an extremist choice, deviating against that destiny. Like salmon in...

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The river flows But not outside of me My body As much as I tell it It will not respond to my emotions As much as I cry inside It will not cry outside As much as I smile inside It will not smile outside...

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Twisted and taunted, I stood in the wintry path where sparkling silver slivers of mercury searched for their brethren to merge as one. Colder than my path, a clammy cold from the nitrous night, crept through as winter winds coming from the chill of the grave, and blasted me with icy shards, scraping at my bones and freezing my soul. Its harshness racked me as...

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Putting my best foot forward shoulder to the wheel nose to the grindstone my Achilles heel while sticking my neck out I soon found as with my eye on the ball ear to the ground when I put my back into it not with tongue in cheek but to keep my chin up heard joints creak the onset of old age memory loss an early taste for in the end...

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Through an opal window I saw a cloud, changing colors from blue to orange to red, like a burning fire. I was swept off my feet, floating on a bridge between this world and the next. My body no longer in my possession, I hear voices beyond my choices, juggled on a hawser like a puppet on strings ~ my entire being a...

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Ocean's body old footprints gone before I come Ocean's body with flower's toss, overgrowing, old footprints gone before I come — the fall of the tide falls in love Ocean's body...

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I knew a young girl just a pretty face who lost her mind in outer space with a celestial body decidedly racy out of this world but totally spacey not quite the brightest light it's true (but what a view) and yet when gazing at the moon turned loony... a space cadet and 'twas the lunar orb (waxing, waning, new or blue) of that there's no doubt whose gravitational pull simply...

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those we love don't go away they walk beside us everyday some think heaven is far up in the stars God, I believe heaven is wherever you are and so you promise to never leave or forsake us if we believe, if in you we truly trust, then wouldn't that prove heaven is near? that presence I feel is really here? the...

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a crab sheds his shell vulnerable for six weeks a new shell appears stronger than ever he struts across the beach sand less vulnerable ...

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I. THE WANDERING I was born with a life that bled— a seafloor womb dragging tides of fern and marigold char The priests brought saffron and fear crowning me with diagnosis They said: She is too empty They said: Fill her with figs with seed with stillness They said: Her belly speaks too loud Mute her O Plato old patriarch of phantoms my body was no beast— just prophecy you never learned...

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I lace my shoes as morning breaks, The hush of dawn, the route I take. With every step, the world fades out , the sunrise is motivating, no room for doubt. The rhythm builds, my breath in sync, Pacing Past sleeping streets ,and my skin flushes pink. My thoughts untangle, calm and clear, Each footfalll is bliss , my heartbeat...

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The body remembers… What the mind politely forgets. How rain once meant survival How cold once meant fear How being held... Was once the only god that mattered. ...

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