Barefoot Poems

Barefoot in a Winter World

My first steps, a shock,
bare feet on the cold white ground.
Soft powder covers
the world, a blanket of quiet.
My breath, a small cloud,
hovers in the frosty air.
I hear my sister's gasp,
my brother's shout of joy.
The cold stings my soles,
a thousand small needles.
I feel the small sting
and I want to run back,
back to the warm place.
But my

Still, Love Keeps Walking Barefoot

Still, love keeps walking barefoot, though the sky is in shreds,  
and the baker swears softly while counting his breads,  
though the dogs in the square bark at storms in their dreams,  
and the saints in the church spill their wine into streams.  

The moon,  like a coin someone lost

Shoe Problems

This limerick is about a clown,
who when shopping in a nearby town.
A mother with small boys,
said his giant shoe made too much noise.
Shoeless he shopped while tip toeing around.

Mr Flip-Flop

FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP

GOING BAREFOOT FEELS FINE AT THE TIME
YEAH AND SHOES DO TOO
SOMETIMES I NEED SOMETHING LIGHT
SOMETHING NOT QUITE SO TIGHT
ONLY SANDALS WILL DO

OF THE PACK I HAD MY PICK
WISH I KNEW WHAT MAKES THEM TICK
AND GET A HANDLE ON
THESE MY BRAND NEW SANDALS

THEY DIDN'T COST A LOT OF MONEY
BUT WHEN I WALK MY FEET

Mr Flip-Flop

Going barefoot feels fine at the time
and wearing shoes do too
but sometimes I need something light
something not quite so tight only sandals will do
going barefoot feels fine now and then
and donning boots do too
but sometimes I want something loose
something I can put to good use only sandals come through
sandals always do the trick
and of the

I no longer walk barefoot through this garden of forgotten time

I no longer walk barefoot through this garden of forgotten time,
where the grass, once the silk of summer, now scratches my soles with memories,
here, in this enchanted soil, bloomed a flower that stole my soul,
an earthbound spell transformed into petals that sang to the touch.
Perhaps someone, a faceless traveler, came and stole it away,
leaving only

barefoot

barefoot left my mark
temporary as it was
the sun my witness

BAREFOOT BROWN KIDDIES

Poet’s Note : Robertson & Ashton are two small wine producing towns in the Karoo of South Africa. Robertson is known as the Town of Roses & Wine because it is exceedingly beautiful, yet the wealth discrepancies between the farm owners & their workers remain vast, even to this day. I worked on a small

Barefoot

I could walk barefoot on the moon. 
I could breathe easily, 
In space, 
On earth too. 
I let my shoes disintegrate. 
Holes all over my mind. 
Relaxing in a lawn chair. 
But the lawn is gone. 
I could stand barefoot in my house. 
I can’t stand it though. 
I can’t, can’t stand it. 
The person

Barefoot Earthling

It's taken me sixty years
Of evolution
To realise the simplicity 
Of Earthen electricity 

My naked feet, like freshly cleaned
Battery terminals
Strolling in hilarity 
To observe correct polarity 

Electrons flowing in and out
As I freely shuffle about 
In hippyfied insanity
With toes embracing nudity

The science is effusive
So wonderfully conclusive
My body craves perfection
In each pedantry inflection 

So to join the

I run barefoot along the shore where the water glistens under the midnight sky like a whisper

I run barefoot along the shore where the water glistens under the midnight sky like a whisper,
I don't know why or from whom I'm fleeing, and the answer will be lost in unbroken eternity,
The moon weaves its silver path in the virgin sand, a road that seems to call me,
And I follow it hypnotized, as

I have run barefoot more than the sun has ever existed

I have run barefoot more than the sun has ever existed.
I did not know what it meant to be steady, slow, and in control.
I wanted to never settle, to never rest.
I sought solace among the sighs and groans of the forest.
I sought peace in the arms of its bark.
The forest whispers, and I listen,
letting my

Barefoot On The Edge Of Innocence

barefoot on the edge of innocence, 
laughter spilling like petals  
in a summer breeze. 

eyes glinting with mischief,  
a wildflower in a garden of rules,  
her spirit ignites whispers—  
soft shadows of temptation  
wrapped in the silk of youth. 

men glance,  
hungry eyes tracing the curve  
of youth,

Barefoot

Behold
A voice announces
Release me
Expose me to the elements
Free me from fungus
Outdoors
Over cool ticklish grass, warm grainy sidewalks, and prankish pebbles
Time to rejoice

Barefoot on Boulders-Number 5

(Number 5)

Smiles rise over the ridge.
Courts creek, a childhood dream.
Commonsense, not even a smidge.
Barefoot on boulders, eyes agleam.
Staggering sight of matchstick bridge.

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