Best Laces Poems

An ordinary young man in his twenties
Working by day, alone by night
Routine lulls him to feel forever serene

Never a new dream or fantasy
Living an obligation
Making his parents proud yet nothing causes him to become too loud

Drab clothes
Make him an easy target for his many foes
Friends...

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The Shoes with the Flat, Black Laces

Blue; aquamarine to be specific
With flat, black laces
Tie them on and try to keep pace with
My dreams, goals, and vision.
Every January is different
But the same.
Goal: lose 40 pounds, gain strength to astound
My world—athletes, family, friends but really just me.
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A line of loafers march in step,
through halls of granite and of pearl.
A rare and vaunted holy sept,
heels all clicking, toes unfurled.

Through halls of granite and of pearl,
briefcases locked by secret code,
heels all clicking, toes unfurled,
two by two, sixteen all told.

Briefcases locked by secret code,
the...

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Your starting to undo my heart laces again
All of the string is coming undone again.

You pulled at the lace and my heart fluttered away
like a butterfly and then my heart started to race

My heart started pounding like a drum,
my pulse was racing, like it had...

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I would like to trim this with laces 
And trace your lips slowly
(if I wouldn't wake you)
The early morning's cool air
Cheering birds and bright light
Always seem to keep you asleep
And me, a dash happy sentimental
Hanging ornaments somewhere in my mind
Having found a home and charm
Wide...

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the sunburst laces 
harmonious hues, emerging
in my ole garden...

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I thought she was insane
I think my world is about to
I thought she was full of her self
I think the world insists
I thought she was villain
I think she was too hurt, so she rebelled
I thought she mumbled nonsense
I think she preserves her peace
I thought she...

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For dream is a thing with laces
That embraces the sheath with its linen fingers
And caresses the surface down to the core
Where pleasure perches and is ready to soar.

And the laces mingle with gentle strokes of hope
As the rainbow of colors sprinkles them with gold
Then the...

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Why can’t I tie my laces right, why can’t I tie them good?
I always get them in a muddle, by not doing what I should.
The first part I can do but the bow is where I fail,
I get the laces in a twist and cannot...

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I’ll try my hand at every kind
of rhyme;
I find that they can help to prime
the mind.
Though oft when I should have abstained,
I’ve tried,
and ended up, knots in my brain,
tongue-tied.
When that occurs, you must unlace
your shoe,
and try again to thread it through.

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the Shoe Laces form is...

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Life lost in saline streams
Straining to see
Possibilities in reams and streams
Crane to love me

Although I desire nothing unproven
In the world I grapple to save
From madness and sadness woven
In webs only the brave

Dare to challenge
In the open where nerves
Bent on revenge
Achieve rubbish that serves

No useful purposes
In...

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Why do we need laces?
To tie up our shoes
Why make is so difficult?
To tie that annoying thread through

Mum makes me wear lace ups
I don’t know why she tries
For tying is the thing I hate
And have come to despise

I see my friends with sandals
Or thongs to...

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Shoe Laces And I

Amidst my elementary schooled years,
Occasioned a one-timed event for me,
An age calls upon myself and my peers,
Of Hawaiian descent set by decree.

We were to attend a week-long event,
Slipper years ended with my first laced shoes,
Lacing my shoes was a taxing torment,
PG-8, our...

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There is this feeling I don't like
Loose ends

They drive me crazy
It's like when you fall asleep on the floor watching TV and you wake up
The TV is still going and all the lights are still on
You're drooling everywhere. 
And you've been out cold for a...

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Ashen shoes with 
buttercup laces; untied.
In a skip of joyous cheeks
and a kin coloured kite.
The floor rose with fond eyes
and kissed a knee, or two.

The kiss was unrequited, 
chased by abraded skin 
as the sensation melted, into droplets.
In accord, the kite, (ruby as the knees)
had...

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