| Body Art Poetry | |
All Poem Pages: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13
My piercer's the man
By Nicole
My piercer's the man
he does all he can
to suggest some new mods
and help me to plan
I like to think of parts
I wanna get done
so when I see my piercer
it is so much fun
i go into the room
lie back on the chair
he sticks the needle through
with the greatest of care
I look in the mirror
satisfied with what I see
cause my piercer's the man
the only artist for me!
This "trend" must end
By Jessica Wulf
Why are Mods becoming so common?
With this fact...I see a problem:
I try to be different, I try to be unique
some people at school say I'm a freak
Stretched lobes, tongue done, tattoos here and there
the critics all around are starting to stare
a couple years go by,
and I start to wonder why...
the critics get mods...the call it a "trend"
this, I think, has to end
hypocrites, hypocrites everywhere...
all the hypocrites stop their stares
An Idea To Art
By R.L. Danner
As I walked my path through life
My body being my temple of ideas
I wanted to express myself, my own way
Walking into the shop that day
I found my expression waiting for me
Custom drawn just for me in black line art
I made my way into the studio in the back
My nerves dancing in my skin and mind
As I sat down in the chair I knew this was it
Forever in my skin it would lay
As the artist prepared the machines
I watched in awe of his precision and care
The time had come and that buzz and click began
My flesh was prepared to receive its gift
As the razor slid down my back I closed my eyes
It was time to lay the idea into my skin
With artist vision the hands and steel became one
Flowing over my back in defined motion
A picture became a living portrait of life
As the minutes passed I felt the ink be laid
Into my skin like a humming bird kisses a rose
When all was said and done I stood once more
This time to see my idea frozen in time
As a portrait of vision in my skin
Laid in brilliant color for the first time
Now I understand the meaning of a Tattoo
Enduring Success
By Kat Nelson
I stand amongst the courageous,
who've rallied despite the rain.
Who've succeeded and prevailed,
ignoring all the pain.
Marking each of life's lessons in totem and ink.
Making souls soar, making minds think.
For it has not proved enough to survive, to bow down or demure...
So we mark ourselves and boast, our achievements...we've endured.
All Poem Pages: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13
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