Heel Poems - Poems about Heel

A Wish in The Heel

I squeak from exhaustion,
scrub vomit from the school floors,
absorb the weight of every spilled secret
behind washroom doors.

I smell of bleach and failure.
polish mirrors for reflection and selfie.
I perform invisible magic tricks -
No one sees the man who walks in me.

I endure the mockery of polished sneakers.
A rare "thank you' keeps me walking.
The mop lands on

Body Language

Putting my best foot forward
shoulder to the wheel
nose to the grindstone
my Achilles heel
while sticking my neck out
I soon found
as
with my eye on the ball
ear to the ground
when I put my back into it
not with tongue in cheek
but to keep my chin up
heard joints creak
the onset of old age memory loss
an early taste
for in the end

Cobblestone Are You Talking?

each Cobblestone makes up the road
ouch from your very sharp high heel shoes

Heel

"Heel"

Another language speaks its truth
one’s truth is another’s war
Agamemnon and his achilles

to heel a virtue
to heal a cause
such an odyssey

styx and stones
Clytemnestra, silent 
spartan subdued

a loss, a child
innocence stolen, spilt
on another’s alter for Troy

a loss, a sacrifice, 
unfavourable weather
a familiar familial war

gods like mortals
mortals like gods
blood, not water spilt

the Odds,

two sides of a coin
another language

Heel To Foot

i always walked a sidewalk on my way back from the park,
and i always approached heel to foot,
because that’s what my dad taught me that tuesday night

i count my steps, 
and inhale the smell of weed,
but most importantly, leap over the crack in the cement

but i’d callus my feet because we couldn't afford shoes.
the jumps

Hero Or Heel

I created a comic hero one time
A character that disappears in time
Becomes invisible when irate
Ravages everything but not deliberate.

What if this character happens to everybody?
Perhaps you'll opt to be just your own body.
Some children asked me of the hero's name
He may appear as a villain, I said, under a schlepper name.

Those Connections Are Sure

There’s some tie between ‘Steal’ and ‘Steel’:
One with a Heart of steel could steal;
A clear link of Sought Rice with price:
At shops we stop to price Rice
A clear connection between Twice
And The kept-in-a-cup White Dice
In ludo, dice may be thrown twice
A strong Bond between ‘Wheel and ‘Reel’
A Real really turns like a Wheel
Some knot tying

The Heel Grabber

The heel grabber
from birth, until deception called out.
Jacob loved to dish out
soup, thick with red gravy.

His twin jealous for
that heavy satisfying sup
but fate would betray him
as would his belly ach(ing).

Esau, translated
would be “Harry,” changed
from hairy and was he red
or the living end…do I digress…

Jacob held on for dear life,
as he like many second born,
wanted to

Christmas High Heel

She entered the room with high heels that clicked
Click Clack Click Click Slide Slide, they were rather slick!
We were all intimidated by their height by the way.
But I felt sorry for the wearer;
Who soon became a swearer

Adventures of a Rakish Teenage Heel

In the springtime when the carnival comes to town 
On the dizzying tilt-a-whirl and fearsome Ferris wheel, 
The haunting calliope in the musical merry-go-round 
Calls to mind the adventures of a rakish teenage heel. 

On the dizzying tilt-a-whirl and fearsome Ferris wheel, 
She snuggles in, grabs my hand, head on my shoulder
Calls to mind the

Danker the Jobber

"Sumthang" Hunny Part and Jinggle Dheeze
Wore masks and stood behind manager
"Big Beefy" Borscht, silent saying nothing
He introduced the as Sight and Sound
Identifying the by there boots.
In the introduction Danker Dinker Donk
Interupted walking in saying
"Ya'll don't like me" "Ya'll don't like me"
He said it seven times and seven
Times they ignored him, then the
Lights flickered and when

Heel

The secret to a good marriage is no secret at all
When she says “heel” like a good doggy, you crawl
Else no bone for you
Just a shoe to chew
Or just maybe you won't have to sleep in the hall

Modern Day Achilles Heel

this boy - 
he is mythology
he is the pomegranate sitting in persephone's 
palm - 
(looks can be deceiving)

this boy - 
he is a mirror
can show medusa what heaven really is - 
how pain really feels 
but medusa never looks 

this boy in the sun - 
he is the smoking gun 
in the death of icarus;

High Heel Blues

‘Eau De Cologne’ breaches his senses as he walks towards the lady,
Her attire befitting of a bygone age; tastefully blending in with-
Her elegance and sophistication. She keels over like a ship in –
A stormy sea, yet within a moment her face straight laced passes him by
Affords him the slightest of smiles, as he touches his

I Know Why Women Wear High Heel Shoes

their expressed desire to be horses
ridden at high speeds
on romantic tours

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