With national poetry month upon us, it’s only appropriate that we commemorate the great poets of the past with a lasting tribute. A statue perhaps? Or maybe a plaque in a park somewhere?
Maybe… if you’re a lame-o! If you really want to show your commitment to a writer, you get some ink done. We’re talking poetry-inspired tattoos, people.
Now, while this may sound like an amazing idea, there are some lines of poetry that are maybe best left unillustrated. Just take our advice and read the following list of lines of poetry to NOT have made into life long, everlasting tattoos, and you’ll be just fine:
“Oh my love’s like a red, red rose”—Your SO’s face, cut to pieces, then reassembled as a bleeding, bloody rose.
“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”—Your SO’s face with black holes instead of eyes.
“Drink to me only with thine eyes”—Your SO’s face with mouths that are drinking a chocolate shake out of two separate straws.
“O palace, whilom crown of houses all, enlumined with sun of alle bliss!”—A castle made of melting crowns under a smiling sun wearing sunglasses.
“My heart is like a singing bird.”—A vulture eating the heart out of your chest.
“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree”—Olivia Newton John dressed as a Klingon. In roller skates.
“My soul is like an enchanted boat, which, like a sleeping swan, doth float”—A Tunnel-of-Love swan boat with your face instead of the swan’s.
“I have eaten the plums which were in the icebox”—A bowl of plum pits inside of a block of ice.
“Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life”—A tree, upside down planted in the sky with Bill Cosby sitting in a tree-house eating a Jell-O pudding pop.
“What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?”—You, asleep and dreaming, with a cross section of your head showing your brain shriveled to the size of a raisin.
What would a tat of your favorite poem look like?