Best Heels Poems
In her High Heels - She Walks
On golden sunbeams she gracefully strides,
elegant in her little black dress; like Audrey Hepburn,
she a star sparkling in sexy, black shiny stilettoes.
Stepping high on heels and high on love, she smiles
anticipating breakfast fit for a goddess…at Tiffany’s.
06-03-2018
Contest: She Walks
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Placement: 1st
Assassins hot, two pair; black, red
strappy, feminine, slaying men
stilettos risqué; red drop-dead
peppered lust hot shake of cayenne
strappy, feminine, slaying men
naughty ninjas; stilettos black
peppered lust hot shake of cayenne -
beware palpitations' attack!
naughty ninjas, stilettos black
dainty daggers traipse teasingly
beware palpitations’ attack;
high-heels' vamp kills you pleasingly
dainty daggers traipse teasingly
stilettos risqué; red drop-dead
high-heels vamp kills you pleasingly
assassins hot, two pair; black, red.
Susan Ashley
July 29, 2017
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Two Pair of Shoes Premiere
Sponsor: John Lawless
A story in The Times about
Admittance into clubs
Discussed the people who’d get in –
No luck for average schlubs.
You have to dress in certain clothes
And have the right cachet;
If not, you’ll not get past the rope,
No matter what you say.
What really got to me the most,
Describing women’s dress,
Was mentioning the shoes they’d need
To guarantee success.
Of course, they must be “Christians” -
That’s Louboutins, soled in red;
Or else Manolo Blahniks
May be strutted in, instead.
In either case, the shoes should have
No less than five-inch heels!
I wonder if the bouncer at the club
Knows how that feels.
‘Cause even in my younger days,
When cool styles I’d embrace,
If I wore five-inch heels, I’d end up
Flat upon my face!
I hate the whole idea of clubs
Where bouncers pick and choose
The patrons they’ll allow inside –
Based solely on their shoes!
Running in high heels
I’ve wondered at times how it feels
To run in a pair of high heels
I’m sure it would be such a sight
I’d wobble from left and the right
And damn if I stepped in a hole
I’d probably lose all control
Go flying out off through the air
Onlookers would laugh as they stare
When seeing the mishap I’d found
Me lying face first on the ground
Enduring discomfort and pain
While drenched by a cold winter rain
Though no sense in being afraid
I’m sure some would come to my aide
And maybe, just maybe there’d be
A pretty girl right next to me
To offer me comfort and care
Perhaps hold my hand while she’s there
But that would just come in a dream
If all of you know what I mean
Now kept off my feet for a while
It’s so hard to muster a smile
But soon I know that it would end
I would be brand new once again
Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever seen
A pair of high heels in thirteen
And knowing of my fashion sense
Those shoes would incur an expense
And if Pradas don’t come in that size
Then it’s now time that I realize
That I’ll never know how it feels
To run in a pair of high heels
Dedicated to a friend who is in a bit of discomfort right now, hoping to bring a smile.
Get well soon.
Grab the dark side by the waist.
Plant a kiss on its dead black lips.
Sow the light into the darkest soil.
Toss the halo and the horn.
Into the fiery pond of mind.
When truth makes love to lie.
Set goals-come up just shy.
Breathe the smoke of defeat, the death of hope.
Tap dance, flint-heeled on gasoline streets.
Savor the dew drops of brief victory.
Then collapse in one big heap.
Height 6'1", checked.
Waist a breath, legs a line,
checked.
Horned jaws, a sharp decree,
checked.
Weight, a feather's fallacy,
checked.
Groomed, primed, pinched,
poked,
A porcelain doll to be arrayed
before the hungry gaze of
vultures.
A spectacle, framed and bright,
Fascination of the surface.
This is what life on heels looks
like, my dear.
The longer you spend on it,
the more unbearable.
The brighter you shine, the faster
you burn.
Stay too long on these sharpened
stakes,
And bone yields, the spirit breaks.
A wound unseen, a silent tear,
Scars from the heels are hard to
heal.
For the lack of spiked heels
The carpet endured,
The linoleum had no dents,
Women walked with confidence,
Maintaining balance.
For the lack of spiked heels
Mothers were more patient,
Children could tell the difference,
Husbands hugged their wives,
Cats no longer feared for their tails.
The world returned to normal,
Nations sought peace,
Wars ceased.
All for the lack of spiked heels.
Goodbye, high heels. You made me look
Professional with suit and book
Or sexy in a tango dress
Alas, my toe joints are a mess.
It seems so shallow to mourn shoes,
But really, this gives me the blues
Because it means that I resign
To this unfortunate decline
That’s permanent and has no cure.
The shoes must go; I won’t endure
With every step a stabbing pain –
I am too old to be that vain.
Orthotics fit my hiking boots;
They don’t go with my dressy suits,
But I’m just glad I can still hike
And climb and do the things I like.
So even if I’m feeling torn,
The high heeled shoes, just barely worn,
Will go to Goodwill - every pair! -
And I'll find something else to wear.
3/12/2017
For contest Something replaceable
Sponsored by Julia Ward
why do we women wear high heels
even if it feels like walking on spikes of steel
balancing self and vanity on a pointy stump
women everywhere—young, old, slight or plump
to demands of beauty and conformity, we all do kneel
those capricious stilettos, so shiny but sinister
often leave a mark, bruise, corn or blister
hurt gullible shins, calf, hips, ankle and back
please someone banish them from the rack
oh!please forbid them, our reverend minister.
inches they do add to a woman’s height
wonder if the reward is worth the plight
why does she need to be tall as man
when it was never part of God’s plan
smaller but no less, she’s proved it alright.
Written on 06/16/2016
I love to travel anywhere, the more foreign the better for me,
Strange lands and how other people live is very interesting to see.
This travel bug I caught got started when I was only eighteen years old,
A college friend and I went to the Bahamas, we were fearless and so bold.
Then I started my career and I knew to take advantage of this time,
Each year I’d set off somewhere new, after saving my every dime.
I traveled to beautiful Hawaii followed by South America the next year,
One of my favourites was Bermuda, I was young, memories so dear.
I flew over to England and stayed for a fortnight to visit a new friend,
We toured all around Scotland traveling as far north as Land’s end.
After that I spent a lot of time in the Caribbean, the trips become a blur,
Many islands look the same, palm trees and beaches, others will concur.
Mexico was interesting studying the Mayans from Chichen Itza to Tulum,
Manzanillo to Puerto Vallarta, high cliffs where the waves crash and loom,
Got engaged in Myrtle Beach, so it holds a special place in my heart,
Then honeymooned in Jamaica where we spent not a moment apart.
Once the children came along, the travel plans required a major adjust,
We would go away on 5 year anniversaries, this was an absolute must.
A Caribbean five island cruise then the next trip two weeks in New Zealand,
But my favourite place remains the Greek islands, windmills, sun and sand.
Liechtenstein, Austria and Switzerland was a mother-daughter trip,
I showed her the ropes of travel and how much to leave for a tip.
Seems this travel bug of mine has proved to be a little bit contagious
My daughter now loves travel but her destinations are more outrageous.
While traveling is usually an educational journey, one that I just adore,
I’ve had moments in Egypt and the Holy land, that chilled me to the core.
But even during these very scary times, one thing that stands forever true,
The people there were kind and caring, someone always willing to help you.
I think that I still have a few more trips left in me, if my pocket book holds out,
Need to see eastern Europe, China and Africa, there’s more to learn, no doubt.
For the meeting of new people and learning their culture, gives my life new lease,
It provides the burden of proof that all should know, we need to work for peace.
Written by Lee Ramage
For Contest "Close your eyes and click your heels"
I'm too tightly wrapped
my tears flow freely
struggle to breathe
heart's aching so dearly.
If I try to walk
I will surely fall down
I will break my glass body
and topple my crown.
heart's beating so fast
like It's gone for a run
it's heading straight into
the heart of the sun.
I just tried to stretch
and my neck just went "crack"
I'm way too reluctant
to take these high-heels back.
Elizabeth alexander 2/1/2016
UNSUPPORTED CODE
My red high heels I love to wear,
With open toes to feel the air,
They're flirty and fun
In the summer sun.
I think they're my most sexy pair.
Stiletto
Assassins’ choice
Agony-shaped elegance
Tiptoeing tortuously in killer
Heels
There's no any Achilles' heels
that Hippocrates always heals.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014