Body Art Poetry

All Poem Pages: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Painted Forms
By Ashley

Bodies swaying to the beat
Smiling faces
Heat flowing
Naked skin to naked skin
Whatever feels right
In the moment
Being watched
Hands, feet, elbows, lips
Hips swaying Screaming
Feeling the sweat drip down your aching flesh
Endless pools of painted forms
Melding together in immaculate beauty
Just feeling
Living in the moment
The bass kicks
Bodies thumping
Heads banging
Rubbing against one another
Flesh on flesh
Hands, feet, elbows, lips
Do what you feel
Shock would not show on their faces
They feel it too
Smiling at us
Feeling it just the same
The beat
The rhythm
The chorus, ringing in our ears
Juices flowing
The only thing that matters is touch
Flesh
Bodies moving
Hands, feet, elbows, lips
The feeling never ends..

Scarred For Life
By Anthony Albano

I got tats and rings among selected things.
These I choose others I want to lose.
Scarred for life,
I've been cut by the knife.
To justify I'll loose an eye.
By my hand not Gods demand.
I rather pay green to be scarred.
Then have my life barred.
I live up to what I can.
No matter how many times I'm stitched,
I'll always be a man.
I represent the pain with my ink.
Even if my career may sink.
Makes ya think,
Being deformed has reformed my mind.
Look out I'm coming up from behind.
To fuck morality,
I'll slap ya with some reality.
Putting you under the demands.
Giving me your life to hold in my hands.
I hit the cure to my ache.
Puts my mind on brake.
Loosing what I have to gain what I'm missin'.
Now the demon snake is hissin'.
Leading down the path to reopen my wound.
Looking like the aftermath of a typhoon.

The Colours of Passion
By Andrea Weist

The song of the needle
Is the song of my heart,
And my love of the pain
Meets my love of the art.

The liquid, fresh ink
Tells of my thirst,
And I drink of my passion
Until my heart bursts...

And the colours of joy
Can be seen on my skin;
Brilliant as sunrise,
Delicious as sin.

Obsession
By Lauren Baker

with each passing second
I feel myself slipping away
inked inside my eyes
are dragon scales
fire and flowers
all that I want to be
is the furthest away from me

All Poem Pages: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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