Barefoot Poems - Poems about Barefoot

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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Feet of barest integument Bounding, chasing infinite woods, primal Unscathed by this immaculate earth Swallowed by puddles seeping through my spirit Overflowing, casting majesty, and so I ruminate Flushest pale skin, inflicted by summer's kiss Warmest pure sun, wholiest body kept snug Wrapped up in the becoming of never ceasing solace If I stop swiftly here I can witness all of what is and...

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On the other side of the village, there lived an old woman. Every day, she walked barefoot on a country dusty road, passing by our neighborhood. In the summer, we played all day long in the dust, We, curious children, asked: - Why do you walk barefoot when every villager wears sandals? She didn’t answer, she didn’t speak. We, waggish kids, threw...

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When walking barefoot trough the grass you will feel a tantilizing tingle. Connecting your soul to the earth is advised permitting your toes and grass to mingle. The earth transfers energy through the body and cleanes free radical through the soul. Enhancing your health by walking barefoot connecting to mother earth for fifteen or more minutes a day...

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barefoot and present old soft shoes naked foot wiggling toes grimacing I come to manipulate the ground that I stand dirty souls marching forth battle scarred wiggling toes grimacing with rhythmically amalgamated marching forward March up one, two. three four Holy clean feet and soul I am barefoot standing on uncleaned soil 6/8/23 Written words by...

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Barefoot in the woods of world All marred by callous hands of time This life devoured the heart itself That heaved and moaned in land of time On thorns of life on ways all curled Composed a lonesome forlorn rhyme Such wounds that no balm ever heal And green than Greenland were they all A silence as their lips has sealed In them...

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