Best Laces Poems
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.
No one cares, no stares
But 26.2 is a hill away, one more mile between
So in the meantime, I tie them up,
Always the same: sock, shoe, sock, shoe
Walk, run, walk, run
Keeping pace in the blue shoes with the flat, black laces.
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 minting men on orders high.
Two by two, sixteen all told,
Thirty-two pennies, no laces to tie.
The minting men on orders high,
a rare and vaunted holy sept.
Thirty-two pennies, no laces to tie,
a line of loafers march in step.
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 never done.
My heart laces have come undone,
You pulled at the lace and now they've come undone.
copyright by Julie Dunkley
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 awake under your arm
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 thus prevail.
I told my best friend Sammy James that I was having trouble,
tying up my laces, it was such a massive struggle.
I looked down at her shoes but no laces I could see,
I shrug my shoulders saying ‘Sammy, how can that ever be?’
Turns out her shoes were slip on, so no lace even required.
The answer to my prayers, I was so wonderfully inspired.
I ran home to my mum, this was freedom in the making.
For tying up my laces needn’t be mum’s undertaking.
‘Can you buy me slip on shoes? Can you buy them now?’
I asked my mum in hope that she might find a way somehow.
‘If you cannot tie your laces then you shall be deprived,
of the pretty shoes mummy bought which today have just arrived.’
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 was stubborn
I think she might be right
I thought I would never understand her
The fact I do
I thought she made reason and reasons
I think I made the same denial
I thought I would be nothing like her
I think I am wrong
She's what made her
What's hers resemble on me
We're just identical laces
Which jumbled in a massive and realistic slipknot
the sunburst laces
harmonious hues, emerging
in my ole garden
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 an 11 line poem, 8/2/8/2/8/2/8/2/8, with a rhyme scheme of abbacddceff
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 fibers of bliss fabricated in the lyre
Come strumming in gratefulness by the heart’s sweet desire.
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 improving prospects
For souls that befriend porpoises
Upon finding at their detriment suspects
Aren’t always guilty
Despite evidence claiming the world gets better
Now that the mighty
Grow less bitter
Engaging concerns
Thrown to back pages
For too long in urns
Where they rot for ages
Hoping dreams come true
For creatures great and small
Whose wisdom and freedom glue
Souls who can play ball
In efforts to fraternize
Erstwhile enemies
And modernize to incentivize
The growth economies
Need to plant sesame seeds
To grow goodwill
Through daring deeds
Whose efficient effects spill
To the general populace
Who longs for shelter
As technologies race
Forth to implement the letter
That signifies happiness
Flying into every quarter
Where it jettisons sadness
Drowning it into wintry water.
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 walk around
Why mum makes me wear sneakers
Is really quite profound
I try to tie the laces
But end up in a fit
For I tie the wrong ones together
And that just makes me trip
And so I keep on trying
To make those laces stay
In a pretty bow upon my shoes
So I can run and play
And when I thought I lost all hope
My mother sat me down
She handed me a present
In a box big and brown
I opened and there they were
Pink and glowing bright
A new pair of sneakers
And oh to my delight
No laces could be found
But velcro to strip them tight
No more fighting with my laces
To do my shoes up right
So now I love my shoes
I wear them everyday
And though one day I might get lace ups
Right now its velcro all the way!
Nadine Hof 23 February 2007
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 living room, win or lose.
It was on another island, all to be,
I alone, away from my family,
Studies I, and ancient sports, wild and free,
Ends, beach, barbeque, camp, new friends, and me.
The flight home, alone again with much news,
The stewardess walks kid with unlaced shoes.
2020 September 10
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 couple of hours.
It's that feeling of, "What the heck happened?"
What did I miss?
And then you are so exhausted that you just get up and shut off the TV
And then stalk off to your room
Then you wake up the next day and that feeling is even worse,
Especially the second you wake up in the morning and you are
Tired
Grouchy
And just plain not doing good,
That feeling of loose ends just makes you want to cry.
Its so irritating... just rubbing..rubbing
Rubbing you the wrong way.
Because you fell asleep the night before on your living room floor
Thus creating billions of loose ends.
And uneasy feelings
Its terrible
Loose ends...I hate them
I just hate the feeling that something is out of place
Or the fact that you missed something huge.
Something worthwhile
And you missed it because you were asleep on your living room floor
Something is seriously wrong.
Its like something was supposed to happen
And the fact that it didn't, makes everything all fall out of wack.
And get messed up
I hate loose ends.
like opposite shoe sides, tightly secured together
meeting each other’s needful strides, two different species
making sure-footed, secure bow-ties – though truth seldom in
mating’s many polished, too often only briefly
vowed male and feminine lies~
wide-open
complicit eyes – love’s poetic tries endearingly
written and playfully recited-spoken --
both faux and pure leather, cured, laced
though not always eternal, for the breeding moment
fashionably unbroken
or one night we stand lie down together
as the house-glass and stone
sometimes no greater evil~ just the separation of alone
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 a broken thread,
and the wind began to blow.
Innocent sighs plead a return
as glistening eyes, peer high,
and see red upon a branch.
A dainty tickle with laces; tied,
and a stretch to the leaves,
sees the wind hush a smile.
Ashen shoes with
buttercup laces; neatly tied.
In a skip with a tight grip
and a tattered, cherished, kite.
Mother’s hand gave a touch
and kissed the kite, in glee.