Barefoot Poems - Poems about Barefoot

Rattling through the bogs, my love in limbo Battling against the odds, arms akimbo Too late to tear down the walls that they've built Ate a cat-o-nine tails and swallowed their guilt They demanded, then broke, my humanity Hot branded, and stoked, my insanity Purely for sport, the game, and the kill With orders to READY, AIM,...

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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barefoot left my mark temporary as it was the sun my witness posted on March 7, 2025...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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(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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No we are all but standing sons and daughters Barefoot is standing in shallow water Bereaved and buried we walk in unison in parade underneath the cloud in heaven the one that touches Embraces the Earth Barefoot is standing in shallow water we are not bound but bonded to our girts and renaissance and truths we...

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