Heels Poems - Poems about Heels

Height 6'1", checked. Waist a breath, legs a line, checked. Horned jaws, a sharp decree, checked. Weight, a feather's fallacy, checked. Groomed, primed, pinched, poked, A porcelain doll to be arrayed before the hungry gaze of vultures. A spectacle, framed and bright, Fascination of the surface. This is what life on heels looks like, my dear. The longer...

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I strolled my garden on a day so fair, and lo, a sad spider was sitting there. I found that I could commiserate with the little guy whose legs were eight. Imagine, my friend, how it feels to have so many Achilles heels....

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A silent, deadly virus Corruption spreads its stain Infecting the healthy sectors Twisting the threads of our governance. It carves deep holes where plains once lay And builds up hills on flat ground everyday. Even when good is meant to be A palm must be greased to set it free A bribe to make breathing easy Turning virtue into frail hypocrisy. ...

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(I only thought about becoming a serial killer) I am laid back even when Standing on the loped off shoulders Jereremy the ant Jeff the ant All the j Auntie dissed establishment tarry I like ism’s Rembering my romance with Shakespeare get Gogh paint my words with S paces nearly fillled Along ago...

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It was the sound that first drew me to the low street-facing window. I cleared a small spot in the grime and was rewarded by ankles. Clickity-clack, clickity-clack. Joie de vivre discernible in the rhythm of her hurried pace, that's only broken when she skipped the crack in the concrete pavement. Clickity-clack, clickity-clack. The fashionable red high heels heralded slim, well-formed ankles...

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A thethricail work it's prepartion are structured to have all involved in a learning position. Each character is to be acted out according to the historical characterization which was written by the author and composers. The sound is the same as it was when the composition was first written. Only the technology used is different. He wishes to...

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Water view without you At least not in the flesh But in my mind and heart combined Are thoughts of you afresh With dreams of us together Sharing things we love Never saying never To the hope thereof Come dawn with me at Montauk We'll watch the great sun rise From over the Atlantic To brighten morning skies Then we'll catch an airplane And take it way...

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Drop the Needle on the Record And that sweet soul music blast " Baby " Sorry " Grandad " A relic now from a previous age And when you do and it begins Listen very carefully to whence it starts To that beautiful cracking sound it makes And just sit back relax As it slowly takes and makes you drift further back and back in time And...

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I woke up with a tickle in my heart And shine in my eyes The day was as marvelous as the flower cart As if the bee got the nectar after many tries The trees were singing as if for me The paper was inviting I took my pen and we Started our journey of writing Today not only me But my...

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My alter ego once told me, "Do not fall your head over heels for someone who you just met". I guess I should've listened to his advice while my eyes are closed. I wish to reset. Looking at my pocket mirror, I appear like a cold beer in his fave KTV. His smoke occupies my mind: Intoxicated yet perplexed, I gave my fidelity. For he...

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As soon as you are seventeen, her mother said. You can wear them to your graduation. She was thrilled the day she got to try them on. She tried to pirouette, but it was not graceful. You will get used to high heels, her grandmother said. It was a lie. She never got used to them. They hurt her when she...

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She is no longer young her calves strain to be shapely in high stilettos. She carries herself carefully hips tilted above an always sloping floor. Aloft the pumps a life mostly in step with yesterday, yet something in her style still tilts at timeless windmills. On balance a lady of fine & courtly aplomb. A woman to be admired for her unsteady grace, her firm resolve....

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once crawled in our shade like mice ~ now walk tall overpowering us men...

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When my mother said I could wear heels I thought HIGH heels; was disappointed it was almost a flat. About an inch high. It did not make a satisfying click. I had hoped to be taller. At five foot two, I coveted being higher up. Only one eighth grade girl got to wear heels to our first dance. The rest of us...

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So your world ain’t gardenias, or lightning bolts or honey So you ain’t making a difference, and you’re long out of money. So your day is gloomy, overcast, and your outlook is not sunny. Kick up those heels, show us your gams. Throw away the absolute’s, become a ham. Shake your bootie baby, shake your boots. Release yourself, find your dance...

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