Best Slippers Poems

Without soul nourishment our spirits shall wither and die.
Words are a mere instrument, but can reflect truth to power. 
Of our faith within love and understanding—truth begs mercy, 
Whilst melting honey-sweet crystals kiss thy soft warm cheeks. 
We dream and bathe inside the sun’s most...

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Inspired by Victor Buhagiar’s romantic writes.

GLASS SLIPPERS

He sees their shine -
on his knees, he’d kiss
her glass slippers.

The ballroom floor -
first date jitters,
diamond waxed.

The newness of their faces,
skintight with anticipation -
illumination of the mirrors.

The crystal chandelier,
like a tall tale;
simply a fairy tale.

Arising like the North star,
he...

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You may not wear glass slippers
Or even wear a crown
You have no magic pumpkin
Or a fancy ballroom gown

But you're still my Cinderella
A princess in my eyes
I'll be your knight in shining armor
And you, my noble prize

I may not be Prince Charming
With a kingdom of my...

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Day one of her stay,
     and it was with my yellow slippers I had to part away.

She seemed to love them too,
     though they were worn she treated them like new.

A lot younger than me,
  ...

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Phantom Slippers of Thoughts

Without soul nourishment our spirits shall wither and die.
Words are a mere instrument, but can reflect truth to power. 
Of our faith within love and understanding—truth begs mercy, 
Whilst melting honey-sweet crystals kiss thy soft warm cheeks. 
We dream and bathe inside...

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Tinseled moments adorning a little blue spruce of sheen  
he's a benefactor suited red, no he can never be mean 

Snowflakes caked upon a lit up window in a twinkling room 
the scent of sweet vanilla and Christmas sweet perfume 

Little fuzzy red slippers...

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Down the yellow brick road, in a place not very far,
In a land I heard of, you find out who you truly are.
Just follow the magical road, of friendship and love,
For adventure awaits, and things you are dreaming of!

The sparkling ruby slippers, will soon take...

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Like any girl, my cat loves shoes.
I keep her in mind with the new pairs I buy.
She looks in the morning to note what I choose, 
And then she observes while I zip, fold, or tie.

Muddy today, it will likely be boots,
And slippers in evening...

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"The Queen's Slippers - Part 2"




There goes my heart
with bags packed
no turning back
or final wave
seated hooded next to huntsman
innocent, gauche, temperamental
There will come a time
to save,
but save oneself
on this dark road,
one must -
There will come a time
to talk, 
but walk the talk
on this dark road...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
thick skin gone thin
it softly hoots, too diabolical
for screeching
watches me with frozen
yellow-eyed silent contempt
vengeful ferocity...

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True Love is like a pair of comfortable slippers
that go together, but don't quite fit
but have room to grow and give
when their lived in.

They get worn and a bit dog eared over time
but, become so hard to throw away
because they are comfortable and familiar
They are...

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In old fuzzy slippers, she makes her children's lunches
wondering and worrying if her husband has any hunches
of where she goes or what she does while he works each day 
or that she spends her time thinking, "While the cat's away..."

In worn bedroom slippers, she kisses...

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I want Ruby slippers
To walk on the Rainbow
To dance with the Scarecrow 

I want Ruby slippers
To play with the Tin man
To go to the Wizard land

I want Ruby slippers
To fight with the Witch (Wizard of OZ)
And run fast to reach

I want Ruby slippers
To give the...

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A hug for my feet
So complete
No harsh cold floors
Wood, stone, no more. 
Protecting me from harm
A cushion barrier from alarm
Could I be thinking of something deeper?
The depths of my soul could be steeper
Maybe yes, Maybe no
All I know 
Is I thank you....

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“We made the spring cut!”  Said Rose the tattered gown.
“I was worried for a while, till she pulled me from the toss pile.”

 
“You’ve still a lot of wear left.”  Said Bea the threadbare robe.
"She likes how soft you have become, so you’re...

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