shoes
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The owner and his Shoes
One pair, two pairs, three pairs.
Whose shoe is that ? I think I know.
You want to walk a mile in my shoes?
Man, I don't think so
I don't think you'll make it
Do I think the shoe won't fit?
Absolutely not
Maybe it will fit perfectly
But that road...
I bounded down the stairs devoid of a single care.
School was out and it was time to have fun.
I peaked out the window to see pairs of girls with flowing hair
and kids like me soaking up the sun.
March, march, march, marching to the beat
The rhythmic pounding of a hundred feet.
From porch to mill, making no profits
The sharp, stinging, rattle of empty pockets.
There was an old woman who lived in her shoes,
Just held together by sewings and glues
She sat on the curb line, begging for bread,
Given a bagel and coffee instead
She had many children, but nowhere to go
My Converse.
Black faded into grey.
Splattered with pink, brown, and white.
Throw them away? One day I may.
But they are not just shoes to me. They took me to new hieghts.
With them I walked miles.
I am not feelin’ good.
Instead of staying in my sheets
I will hit the streets
It was a bad day
But this will be a good run.
I hate socks and shoes and all things in between that others insist I should suffocate my feet with.
Let me explain this a bit better
because I don’t want to come across as bitter.
Her life, cut short,
But still, I would stay,
A home, ripped away,
But yet I would not sway
Harsh words, that cut,
But I care not what they say,
If only I had more time
More time to spend with you
All alone on a desserted island
Dreaming of you
Wishing for you
Feeling you
My preciuos, beautiful, perfect...favorite shoe
There's a hole in my soul and a hole in my sole
It hurts when I dream and it stings when I walk
There's a mountain staring down at me
A silent letter
(doubled, sixth to the end)
Through the rain, the wind and the snow; over the hills and fighting fatigue; wanting to quit but never stopping.
All I will ever need to face the adversity life presents to me, is a pair of running shoes.
I'm in between waiting
for food and exictment
I'm in between waitng
for my car and joy
I'm in between waiting
for shoes and anxiousness
As you can see I'm waiting
round, starry, sponge eyes,
burst under spiderweb lashes.
dark scrapes on the knee
make war paint from life's crashes.
full, furry eyebrows,
tattooed with a crayola green,
Momma taught me to tie my shoes
When I was four years old.
When I was five,
I taught myself to untie my shoes.
My feet weren’t made for shoes,
I would tell momma.
And she would tell me
Has anyone seen my lost pair of shoes,
my black and white tennies?
They once were there-
but now they are not,
has anyone seen my lost pair of shoes?
They must been lonely,
Finally the time has come to run
Spring time is always filled with so much fun
Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss
Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.
We are trapped,
We are lost,
We need to get out,
But we do not know where we are,
We are slaves to the rich,
Lets get on the piss,
Lets charge the gates of gold,
Lets break te chains,
I met a girl
once
twice
many times.
Sitting, she swung on a swing
And smiled at the clouds
she sang a song, the chorus
once
twice
many times
Sneakers, gym shoes, my father call them gymmies. Nikes, Jordans, Jays ; I love them
Its funny;
The clock is ticking.
The world is slipping
into a state of decay.
Our parents won't see it,
I spend my time biding by,
tie my shoes, adjust my tie,
i walk this square,
all life seems fair
a vision did i see,
a vision of what I used to be
how will i know i chose right?
The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, fit on my feet, like paper to glue.
The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, frayed laces abound, yet I did not peruse.
We change our clothes
we change our shoes
we change our faces
and see whats new.
If i could change something in the world
I would make you see through the eyes of the sky
I love you like crazy, and miss you times a million. But is it worth me destroying myself with sadness? Not hardly. Is it worth me thinking about my past when I’m neglectingmy whole future? Not a chance. So, I’m done caring.
The first time I laid eyes on you
I knew we were bound to be together
You're so different from the rest
I feel like you express who I am
I'm so very fortunate to have you
Hot street and my soles are melting
Not a soul in sight and what a sigh of relief as my feet are on fire
A stroll across the sun would be nice today.
As the smell of fresh leather prefumed the air I watch as my soulmate was being made.
She had every lace I have, every curve i have, and yet she is my complete opposite
"I like curly haired women."
"Black women are loud."
"Why aren't you open to new experiences?"
"You shouldn't wear weave."
I think I have just about had it with these young black men.
Who do you think you are?
You hate my heels
They make me so tall
Make you feel small
But baby i'd walk a thousand miles barefoot just to see you smile
I'd return every pair of pumps or shoe with elevation
I have a pair of shoes; they are my favorite pair.
They are comfy on my feet, and go with me everywhere!
They go with me to church; they go with me to school.
They get lots of complements; people say your shoes how cool!
Late night thoughts, early morning stress
I step out of the shower, but don't want to get dressed
I don't want to walk in these shoes, how do they fit me?
I like the ones that you wear, I cant help but to envy
(poems go here) The slick
smooth
black high heels,
my weapons of choice,
disguise me as
a secret spy,
these trusty sidekicks,
two extensions
of my legs,
we glide
around the corner,
(poems go here) The slick
smooth
black high heels,
my weapons of choice,
disguise me as
a secret spy,
these trusty sidekicks,
two extensions
of my legs,
we glide
around the corner,
If you could walk a mile in their shoes would you want to
Take one step then take a few
Look at the people who surround you
Would you even understand you
Are there things you'd like to undo
All I ever wanted was to be beautiful.
Like new mothers,
like flickering candles in dark rooms
like flowers pressed into books
like new shoes...
