Tattoo Poems

Tattoo poems bring the best collection of short and long tattoo poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great tattoo rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these tattoo poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on tattoo are here for you.

Her New Tattoo

Her  New Tattoo short poem

Softly butterflies flutter by Your fingers tracing down my spine Chemistry sweet between us two Through it all, eyes say I want you Your fingers tracing down my spine Smoking coals now lead to fire Through it all, eyes say

Tattoo

Tattoo prose poem

Life’s a canvas, so why not body Let colors of self reflect on already Let ink on skin speak for the unspoken of you Let shades of it flow for the flawless of you And let pain of it trickle

Tattoo

Tattoo short poem

Dark, Cold and shivering is what I feel To see you Wrapped in someone’s arms Would break me Into a thousand chipped pieces Never to be completed again It is with the idea of you That I get to feel

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Alligator Boot Cars

Alligator Boot Cars prose poem

I’m gonna run away Start a one man cult As the king turd Of an empire of shit Change direction With the wind Living forever In a dream Behind a million mirrors At the end Of the rainbows On the

Poems containing references to : Tattoo

Naked Expressions

Naked Expressions short poem

The worn out longing rests in me Blooming a thought sluggishly Of times when you unwrapped within Your touch melting my transparent skin A heavy block of pain in throat Zillion words thought and wrote Your being was my poem

Tattoos

Tattoos short poem

You crawled under my skin Like a needle for a tetanus shot But who knew That that needle would turn into a blade Causing me to be Unstable Untrustworthy Unfriendly You changed me for the better Until you became the

Love Sonnet 95

Love Sonnet 95 sonnet poems

When Good Fortune Eludes A Caring Heart, And love, or lack thereof, causes a blight, The lovers sworn to vow that’s torn apart, Will hardly keep their joys from taking flight; Remembered tenderness of happier days, Intensifies the pains of

Skin Deep

Skin Deep prose poem

Did you hear the one about the girls who went to get the Chinese ideogram for ‘friendship’ tattooed on their arms and instead came away with the ideogram ‘unclean?’ There is an inherent danger in having your body indelibly embossed

Merry Christmas And Happy New Year

Merry Christmas And Happy New Year long poem

As we take a break before new year and congratulate ourselves for surviving Christmas and all the cheer. We’ve wrapped all our presents, exchanged them with loved ones, sampled tons of food, drunk lots of wine and beer. Onto New

She’s Kinda Beautiful

Shes Kinda Beautiful ode

They’ve got their arms up in in the air while she is tossing her her coloured hair If you’re going put in her a chair then she’s somewhat debonair But come stage time and she’s jiving from stair to stair

Mere Words

Mere Words prose poem

(1) When I used to be a coal-black ink over a snowy paper, she said: “your letters are locks, your words puzzles”. When I spoke with the remains of my string, she said: “your letters are plough blades wounding the

We have no death

We have no death short poem

Our love is not the stuff of legends, of poisons, of letters written with blood. ours is the gentle, everyday love. of fingers run through hair. of legs thrown upon legs. of little things. of wearing each other’s clothes. of

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The Key Of Heart

The Key Of Heart prose poem

Gazing at the keyboard Then gaping at the screen Heartbeats scribbling suggestions At blank paper of mind, naive Love, a word ringing around like temple bells This is what he spoke, didn’t he? Consciousness went dazed A dreamlike modified reality

The Lustrous Liquid

The Lustrous Liquid prose poem

The partly clouded sky above your head, The partly wet grass under your naked feet, Those few droplets of rain, the hidden sun, Aren’t these enough to breathe in the sorrow and misery? Let them lose themselves in your lungs

What Could Be My Fate?

What Could Be My Fate? short poem

I look at myself in the mirror wondering about my present state reflected rays become dimmer what could be my fate? Some strangers say they’re there for me some friends don’t say a word but then comes the sting of

The Field

The Field prose poem

Anticipating my imminent release, drenched in spoiled love, stifling sweetness encompasses my heart and swallows my body whole. my rapidly racing fingers reach for your soul in the depths of my sex. the air forces its way outside of my

His Dress Spoke More

His Dress Spoke More short poem

His dress impressed him like naïve Though he strongly reflected the native Only a half dhoti and a shawl he wore But his simple dress spoke more It was the dress of an Indian peasant Though he emerged as more

Let Me..

Let Me.. short poem

You don’t have to love me, Just let me love you…..as Everything you are….and not….. I walked your path knowing that you walk another,yet it couldn’t stop me from loving you… As I slayed yet another demon,I came to realize

They Were Like Soul Mates…. I Miss Them

They Were Like Soul Mates…. I Miss Them elegy

They have always been together Holding close, that fondness for each other Be it for a soapy shower And drying themselves on a blower Or resting as and when in their Box- bed Like some lovebirds newly wed Life for

Literary Lessons

Literary Lessons prose poem

Literary Lessons #1: A poet should above all be devoted not to being copyrighted, but quoted. #2: Divine inspiration is no excuse for bad poetry. #3: In literary style, I endeavor to follow in the footsteps of Dickens, Poe, Dickinson

My Friend The Wind

My Friend The Wind short poem

My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- Personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat! Chagrined about her coif- she turns into a dust devil. Ginned again with

Little Secret

Little Secret short poem

Ssshh. Don’t let anyone hear you. Don’t tell anyone about it. It’ll be our little secret My friends can’t know. Turned into they know we are fucking not that we are together. I’m just not ready yet. Can it be

Believe

Believe long poem

I don’t believe in destiny for the leaves of my book are clear and the pen that I hold in the fast flowing ink will form words that start to cohere. I will not believe that the road ahead is

Aka

Aka short poem

I was born with an amulet, my love does not die,it has no birth either. I have thousands of aliases, nicknames galore— I roam in timeless space with assorted bodies. You can see men in dark, so I live in

God’s Love

Gods Love short poem

I wonder, I wonder, why starts twinkle at you, why sun sets in the evening, why night’s all dark in blue. I wonder, I wonder, in night, Why you see the moon, water pours down when its raining, or how

Light

Light short poem

There’s a light in my garden, a light in the night. Giving light all around to make everything bright. I peacefully sit out there when evening is here, and wait for my gecko’s who come and play with much flair.

Defying It All

Defying It All short poem

Keep me there forever, In that fine line of your smile, Keep me there, my precious, For I feel like staying a while. My image is in shards, I wince when I touch my face, Death quietly spreads it gallows,

Choking

Choking short poem

Like a quivering leaf climbing unreachable thighs of a cloud in naked shelter of sun. I lament the fall of a colossus who would not live in a glass house. Ash smeared on face a name walks on the book

Yes A Princess!

Yes A Princess! long poem

Swaying in my dream Of blissful tomorrow Bearing within future mine Dreaming the dreams of mother to be Days are small weaving for you A feather like sweater with a red bow Nights are longer as I think of you

Come No Closer!

Come No Closer! short poem

Stop! — don’t! — I need not your help. Don’t look down I do care for myself. Just go! — Left me alone If you will have no care Just let myself be prone. I will have no wonder If

The Raksha Bandhan

The Raksha Bandhan long poem

Fourth member you were But I found you second to none. There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well” huh!!! easier said than done. Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were. Oh!!! did I tell what I felt? Hurricane.

Voice Of The Strings

Voice Of The Strings short poem

The string that ties everybody together Each vibrating a different sonnet Expressing the tune of melody connecting the human hearts Oh! I listen to the frequency of the string My fingers gently getting on the strings I feel the strings

Is It Happiness ?

Is It Happiness ? long poem

I know not what Happiness is I suppose it must be when I was an infant sucking mother’s breast milk in hunger I don’t know what happiness is all about may be what I felt when I became topper in

A Tribute To And In Memory Of Mr Lee Kuan Yew

A Tribute To And In Memory Of Mr Lee Kuan Yew short poem

(A Tribute to and in Memory of Mr. Lee Kuan Yew 1923 – 2015 First Prime Minister of the Republic of Singapore 1965 – 1990) I will not weep for you, Foster Father Lee Kuan Yew! For all fathers must

Defining A Girl

Defining A Girl short poem

When I took my first glance at her, I wished I could take a chance at her, I wished we could go for a pretty long walk, And I could do some romance with her. Her eyes,as beautiful as a

A Pedestrian Of Love

A Pedestrian Of Love prose poem

He was walking on a highway, Many cars moving fast, stopped, Offered him a lift, But he did not agree, It was too hot, The sun was burning, But he was walking. In the rains, Lightning killed his beloved, He

Authors Logur

Authors Logur short poem

In Retirement days, plant words on a page. Record in a booklet, give a little age. Let ripen, hide it away a few days. Later, re-evaluate, review, and renew. It is choice and lasting, or is it to re-do? Will

Live In Your Way

Live In Your Way short poem

River flows in it’s own way, Let it be …. People think only about themselves, Let them be …. Air flows only where it builds it’s way, without taking my tears away . Let it be …. People are there

Holding My Toes

Holding My Toes short poem

An evening primrose glides, on my rough hands. I pluck a laugh from the lips, of a parched face. It knows the meaning of death, kissing the pink eyes. Of the lost fidelity and the innocence of the dying sun.

Not The Same

Not The Same short poem

You are not the same You writhe in pain from limitless loss Eyes fixed on an untouchable point Thoughts have unrecognizable voices Happiness suffocates beneath an iced over pond Please come to the surface….breathe again But no answer from pink

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day short poem

As I kept my head on pillow last night bidding myself goodnight I sneezed thinking he missed me while flying I took a turn to check my phone in dim light I received a message from my mother saying ‘I

The Incomplete Woman

The Incomplete Woman long poem

Sitting on the bed your legs stretched, on your shoulder so lovingly you kept my head, holding my face with your palms you kissed me on my forehead, embracing me in your arms you kissed me on both my eyes,

Orchid

Orchid short poem

You showered down the staircase, in waves of color and crystals You left petals of pink orchids across the hallway How coulld I remain in this place, knowing you were here I’ll never walk down this old eroded street again,