Fits Poems - Poems about Fits

If the Shoe Fits

Like trying on your mother’s shoe;
they do not fit, but still they do
and yet, your father’s, never tried
for what secrets do both shoes hide?

This piece of me fits nowhere in the vastness of the cold world

This piece of me fits nowhere in the vastness of the cold world.
While others find things to do with their time, places to go.
Things to say to each other in the shadow of the evening falling over false gardens.
I burn in hell somewhere north of dreams lost in the mist of time.
Flowers do not grow

She fits in everywhere she goes

She is a child of the mountains, of meadows, lakes, and seas.
A pirate queen, faerie princess, ninja warrior, consultant to a king.
Sliding into crevices others might not understand; only herself to please.
She fits in with so many; her plethora of talents of which others sing.

A bit of a pyromania, loving the reds and oranges of

Pearl misbehaves, throws fits, rants and raves

     If Pearl misbehaves
     throws fits, rants and raves
     What of the parents who raise her

     If Johnny can’t read
     or do simple math
     What of his teachers who instruct him

If The Sneaker Fits

Inspired by Bill Baker,
A friend in Texas
add on's welcome!

If The Sneaker Fits

I bought blingy gold sneakers with Trump's magic in it
A guru with genius, that's how I spin it!
But deep down in my guts
I think I'm just nuts
Another one of those suckers born every minute
          

one size fits all

clutch them …

nourish them …
draw all to your being with
a lover’s hunger
the cosmos bears suns, innumerable
each a rarity of scintillation
unlike any other -
a macrocosm of nascency and
divine chaos
in a measure to rival every
pinch of dust that ever whirled
upon a whisper…
like the ache of fidelity,
each has its own bountiful awe
and who can know what
wonders lay in

If the Shoe Fits

love is not Archie Bunker ~let his hatred stay in Hitler's bunker

when circumstances appear cruel in life you need not be cruel with them

a dodged serve, the ball is now long gone~a pond rife with many lost balls

a lie will soar throughout the land before truth wakes and gets out of bed

controlling ones diverticuli ~should

Refurbished Fairy Tales: Cinderella, If the Shoe Fits Part Three

The happily ever after...

He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary,
With his eyes bloodshot and bleary,
The prince arrived at the last door.
He found two sisters, far too ugly, and an even uglier mother,
And asked himself why even bother,
This whole darn quest's become a bore.

Then from the kitchen came the vision

Refurbished Fairy Tales: Cinderella, If the Shoe Fits Part Two

At the ball...

At this point in the tale, a happy ending should be pending,
But readers now are more demanding,
And so, I'll tweak a bit the plot.
Cinderella made an entrance like aurora borealis
That sent a shockwave through the palace,
"Who is this chick? Man, she is hot!"

When the prince caught her attention, his anxieties enflamed him,
But when

Refurbished Fairy Tales: Cinderella, If the Shoe Fits Part I

Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his riches
With three monumental b****es,
A most unhappy circumstance.

For years her stepmom and stepsibs made her perform a menial's duty,
And as she

It Fits

It fits.
It just simply does.

My arm fits behind your head,
as we lie on the bed, in the glow.

Your head on my shoulder,
comfortable and light.

It fits.
It just does.

Staring at the ceiling;
at the cobweb on the fan.

Nobody cares. There are no thoughts,
just reverie, and peace. Just to be.

It fits.
It just fits.

This life with you,
and who we are.

This

Fits Like a Glove

A replacement for physical love
Is a more emotional love that rises above
Lasts a lifetime
World's in rhyme
A love that fits like a perverbial glove

Fits the Need

"Fits the Need" 


All people want 
is a stable house
a place to call their "safe" home

to "LIVE"
outside of all cages -
free

live life 
how "we" 
were meant to feel

to have no hell 
continually raising chaos
in this very very small life we lead

yet we crumble 
like the fall of Rome 
monotonously, perpetually

All people want
is a future free
of

A Journey of Stillness

You carry a place within you as a talisman.
A remembrance of where your center is.
The air here is old, the sound still.
It is the place where things 
Turned upside down, are righted;
Things that are backward, turn around.
Truths revealed within the breathing of the earth. 
It is where you see each creature as yourself, 
Where you

My Poetic Dilemma In Fits and Starts

My dilemma is this

I am not , never a poet

Could try my level best to pose
for one but in all credibility not
seriously pass myself
off as one neither profess
to claim or be an artist even
an aspiring one

Merely a fella who loves nothing
more than time well spent

Stringing and expressing
word's into verses and 
short sentences

By using and turning

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