Body Image Poems | Examples
These Body Image poems are examples of Image poems about Body. These are the best examples of Image Body poems written by international poets.
she is alive
limbs like entangled serpents
an embryonic adult on canvas
who escaped a naked bed
her art stolen into law school
his arm resigned decorates her shoulder
blind geckos scamper
¥
scamper open lidded lizards
they decorate her shoulder
stolen are all her paintings
her naked bed cold
canvasses half complete
entangled her limbs ache
alive she has her hat and black cat
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Love is a corpse,
a slab on table and a checklist of finds,
6’ 2’’, rich, educated, white, slim,
a post-mortem on a body still fresh
Love is a casino,
a gamble in bright lights,
a bargaining of chips falling where they may,
an under-table sleight of hand
Love is a firework,
a hallucinogenic bonfire blaze
that spirals and swirls with a forever
waiting, a waiting for the bang, the explosion,
the sizzle from cosmos down to earth
Love is a house
with a cupboard for stale secrets
and a creak in an old spine staircase,
flagging passion hung out to dry above
yellow grass in need of water, can rusted
Love is silence is shout is cry is shake
is laugh is let down is let up
is cloud is volcano is dormant is erupt
is triumph is disaster is trust is tryst
Look at her body,
Her scars tell stories.
Look at her face,
Her smile hides so much pain.
Look at her eyes,
Those green eyes have cried so many tears.
Look at her heart,
You’ll see it’s broken.
Look at her ears,
They’ve heard unimaginable things.
Look at her shadow,
It’s the only one that never left her side.
Look at her cheeks,
You’ll see the path of every tear she has cried.
Look at her legs,
There are times that they aren’t strong enough to hold her up.
Look at her hands,
She has screamed into them.
Look at her scars,
They don’t define her.
Look at her,
And you’ll see what matters.
I OPENED A DOOR
IN THE UNIVERSE,
MUCH TO MY SUPRISE ,
I STUMBLED UPON
A LONG LOST TRUTH
THAT OPENED , UP MY EYES.
THERE IS MORE ,
THAN ONE DIMENSION.
WHEN IT COMES TO BEING.
THIS IS WHAT ,
I STUMBLED UNPON .
ONLY NOW , I BELIEVE , I AM SEEING.
VISION BEYOND PERCEPTION .
EXISTENCE ,
BEFORE THE DAWN OF TIME.
ONCE CONSIDERED THE OUTER LIMITS ,
NOW EMANATES ,
FROM WITHIN THE MIND.
LIKE AN EXOTHERMIC REACTION ,
THAT RELEASES ENERGY
IN THE FORM OF LIGHT .
THRUSTING US FORWARD ,
INTO THE FUTURE ,
LIKE THE ALTERING OF DAY AND NIGHT.
FASTER , AND FASTER ,
THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT
REVERSING , ALL DIRECTIONS OF TIME.
MEANING , THE SOUL WAS HERE ,
BEFORE THE BODY
BOTH , CATCHING UP WITH THE MIND.
DELIVERING US
FROM DARKNESS
NOW STANDING IN THE LIGHT,
WE WERE HERE
THE ENTIRETY OF TIME
WE WERE MEARLY OUT OF SIGHT.
Michael E Harris
07122025
"She looks just like you!"
They say, and I beam!
But they're saying much more
than their saying seems…
For I'd never say to her
what I constantly say to me…
("You don't measure up,
you can't be enough!
You're ugly, you're stupid,
just keep your mouth shut!")
My mind in shock,
my heart so hurt,
To even think about speaking
so harshly to her.
So, a good lesson learned,
to see me in her eyes…
I will love myself more
and not criticize.
I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror,
Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable.
I've been told this person is my friend,
But its reflection paints a different picture.
Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway.
A bit ghostly.
I trace its outline carefully -
A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere -
So pathetically unfamiliar to me.
So frightening
to me....
To me
to me
to me
to me
Why does no one else seem to see
What I see?
What I see...
I've been told is my friend.
But friendliness bodes forbidden,
Foreign between the eyes of those destined to be one.
When will I learn my body is my friend?
Who honestly teaches that anyway?
I say honestly purposefully.
Lies, all lies.
You see it, don't you?
I don't even need to explain for you to know.
That's how low this show has gone.
I need help unmasking and redefining
this
festering,
fatal
phenomenon.
Perhaps I’ll tear my eyes away
Let my crimson spill and stray
Sew my wounds with piercing thread
If you’d love me though I bled
Death does not seem so grim
Nor does the noose’s cold, tight hymn
Summon Venus, my muse
Let her claim what I shall lose
Caress my flesh till breath runs dry
Let crimson drip as fingers tie
Stab me with empathy, raw and pure
Choke me with love-- my cure
Love me, love me, love me please!
Drain my body, let it freeze
Love me, love me, love me please!
If not, I will bring them to their knees!
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[Before you get concerned, I wrote this not about someone else, but about me. I thought it would be interesting to portray someone trying to love themselves, but failing, so they almost force themself to love their own person.]
Lying there, serenely, after a warm jasmined bath,
The thought hit me, what if I never again do awake?
Just wide eyed in heaven’s home to joyfully partake!
I awoke to live in eternal love with good and not wrath.
Now existingin a realm with God, not one of mortal men.
To constantly whisper, I am finally here, with joy and Amen!
I set my now young feet on clouds, God’s floor mats!
The joy of having an everlasting young and new body!
In exchange for thie old one that was worn and shoddy.
To be living in His world, a dream come true, so glorious!
Experiencing my breathless, inexpressable ultimate joy,
Of coming to serve my blessed Creator, now I am victorious!
Heaven was never meant to be a continuation of life on earth.
With awe and joy, I was given keys to my own heavenly home.
My only job, to serve Him and with joy, to never roam!
10/21/2024
The years have worn my body down:
and soon, I'll breathe my final breath.
Life has left me tired and rundown,
and yet, I'm not afraid of Death:
though, I'll meet my end with a frown.
Lately, time has been running fast:
and my bones are getting fragile.
So many of my friends have passed
I thank God that I'm still agile:
though I don't expect that to last.
Fate has not been overly kind:
yet, overall, life has been good.
With a positive frame of mind;
Life feels real, not Hollywood:
I'll regret leaving it behind.
I will miss humanity's grace
and the unique sound of laughter.
Memories my death will erase,
can't join me in the hereafter:
but till then, they're mine to embrace.
Le Cirque Bleu
The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze
flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease
Crossroads in the desert sands swirls,
an orb whirls around as clouds gather,
lightning bolt violet violently twirls,
roads crack with shotgun thunder.
Visage a pearl cascades as she approaches me,
cut through the dirt she speaks a litany reverie,
“You enjoy your dream, your echo, everything?”
My foot slides back as countenance begin smiling
“I didn’t shake or sign anything, don’t owe a thing”
Rain of black drops, red flower petals float to stop,
her face is red hot, phase, her hand on throat,
neck pop, body flop, she goes to exit and haha.
Body mockery, perversion snapping it all in place,
grotesquerie malediction snickering, wink, nod,
oh my she isn’t happy, torn asunder, plundered.
Macabre poetess back to life, Frankenstein revive,
staring into her eyes, “Legends never truly die”
Read in between the lines buh-bye
EYES are the light of the body
That leads us to light from darkness in & out.
EYES are the sun shine that bless us with a vision
That pushes us to strive hard to break the ice.
EYES are the twinkling stars giving hope
That guides us in the dense way to dare dreams.
EYES are the ocean of power with pupil & iris
That sails us to overcome the floaters to win.
EYES are the nest of Nature with eye lids
That help us to rest after a tiring time
EYES are the treasure with support of retina
That propels us to view the wonderful world.
EYES are the beauty to our body
That presents us with an attractive look
Leave it here with magnanimity to someone
To have your beauty and be immortal.
Our bodies are designed for birth and death,
the brain is subconsciously in control.
At birth, we instinctively take a breath
without being urged; we're born to our role.
Our bodies release endorphins at birth
to ease our passage, dulling birthing pain.
We arrive pre-programmed for life on Earth,
and it's all possible, thanks to our brain.
When dying, your body knows what to do;
you start to drink less, eat less, and sleep more.
Your brain releases endorphins anew;
ensuring your spirit is set to soar.
Death is beautiful; if you only knew
of the exultation that awaits you.
mirror tells lies when it looks back at you,
image shown is which you already knew,
does not show your thoughts, wisdom, or feelings,
image not truth, however appealing.
the body you inhabit is your dorm,
your name is tag for the physical form,
the self is seeker searching for answers,
search tool is intellect with such powers.
your journey is not of the mind alone,
body ages, dies has no sins to atone,
sins are of active mind that deal with trials,
that deal with challenges and times betrayals!
the true journey is one deep within you,
a passive observer with clear view,
one not affected by any events,
it questions nothing, it makes no comments.
passive observer lives in each of us,
that is part of supreme divine pureness,
dwell in that passive mind to free the self,
past lives are mirages of memory shelf.
it was born the moment of our first cry,
stays with us till the far end when we die,
untainted, untarnished, piece of divine soul,
to merge with eternity, final goal.
your images of past are not images of you,
to such false identities bid adieu,
memories, relations are of physical,
eternal our presence, body ephemeral.
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