Boots Poems

The Hat and the Boots

The hat hangs on the wall,
not as a relic,
but as a witness—
to mornings that began before the sun
had made up its mind,
to arguments with weather
and the quiet pacts signed in sweat.

Below, the boots—
faded, cracked, obedient,
still loyal to the shape of a man
who walked with purpose,
even when purpose was
just getting through the day.

They are not symbols,
though

sallys boots

Sally’s boots were classy and colorful indeed
She had worn them to play outside with her steed
Better than any fashion boots you would ever need
pinks, reds, lime greens, turquoise and mustard seed.

The only problem is that they were a bit too fancy
Designed by her three sisters Flo, Janice and Nancy.
The silver tassels kept tripping her up,

Sly boots

Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots. 
Knowing what’s real instantly calms,
trash talk transformed into love bombs. 
I’m not flexible like those palms.
Bending to you, I lost my roots.
Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots. 

Boots On The Ground

8/4/2025

They put on uniforms of courage, at every dawn.no matter, the weather,
Out, in great spiri they come  out each dawn!
For this act is for honor of Messiah you,whom His children and His lands, 
These young, are the real heroes and the fully sworn!
And to their country, the tiny size of the state of New

Mr Flip-Flop

FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP

GOING BAREFOOT FEELS FINE AT THE TIME
YEAH AND SHOES DO TOO
SOMETIMES I NEED SOMETHING LIGHT
SOMETHING NOT QUITE SO TIGHT
ONLY SANDALS WILL DO

OF THE PACK I HAD MY PICK
WISH I KNEW WHAT MAKES THEM TICK
AND GET A HANDLE ON
THESE MY BRAND NEW SANDALS

THEY DIDN'T COST A LOT OF MONEY
BUT WHEN I WALK MY FEET

Boots, Love, and alien diplomacy

Boots, Love, and Alien Diplomacy

My love is five five, a sturdy delight,
With eyes like warm coffee just kissed by the night.
His hair oh, it's brown, but wait, there's a glint,
Silver like stardust, a celestial hint.

A soldier, he stands with a mission in mind,
So set in his ways, he's a rare, stubborn kind.
His socks hide a

Mr Flip-Flop

Going barefoot feels fine at the time
and wearing shoes do too
but sometimes I need something light
something not quite so tight only sandals will do
going barefoot feels fine now and then
and donning boots do too
but sometimes I want something loose
something I can put to good use only sandals come through
sandals always do the trick
and of the

Fields, Voices, Boots

Behind, Ahead,
                    To Bring Our Move!

Raise The Score,
                     Fields, Voices, 
     

Prison Wallpaper

Encage us we are of collective souls
Display us in prisoned wallpaper as ghouls
Send us into these sepsis tanks, in tin cans 
in torture dungeons, in faraway lands                      
Mistaken for us are the migrants 
who

Ruby

ruby cowboy boots
the bedazzled wild west meets
the wizard of oz

Winter Boots

Daylight breaks with a shout, I had no clue what the commotion was about, people were running to and fro and others were wondering which way to go. It’s like a monster was walking down the street trampling everything that it sees and some people fell on the ground and the sound of boots march

cats and boots

Here’s to scrumptious nights.
cats and boots and cats and boots
We went clubbing last night, to recalibrate
ourselves on the dance floor, where magic happens.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots
To focus on sensory experiences, the beat,
and share in the fun and tangible sense of freedom.
cats and boots and cats and boots
Feel the

My boots, still burdened with the dust of Carpathian trails

My boots, still burdened with the dust of Carpathian trails,
Silently slip over the gleaming tiles of an urban temple,
Where hipsters sip artisanal nectar on lazy Tuesday afternoons,
Under the impassive gaze of a Bucharest wrapped in its own chimera.
I sit among blurred shadows, searching in the eyes of cultivated youth,
With my soul still clinging to the

Combat Boots

A pair of combat boots in black,
Abandoned on the top
Of the ramp right by the river
Brought me to a sudden stop.

Beside them was a khaki shirt,
Its arms tied to the rail.
Together they suggested
That their owner tried to bail.

For a leap into the river,
When nobody is about,
Seems to be a way to end one’s life,
An urban

Shelly wore big boots

Shelly always wore big boots when she walked pink bear
He left his mark hither, yon, over here and under there
His piles were huge, and gooey, and warm and smelly too.
She never cleaned up the mess, when they were through.

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