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My mom raised me
She fed me
She cared for me
My mom is a saint
Raising five boys…
How can you say she ain’t?
My wife is nuts!
She is worried she may get laid off,
Yet she is hoping she will :\
She worries too much
But takes it all in stride
She is so strong and so weak at the same time
Dealing with all the stress
Yet the dog farting is too much!
My daughter is mine
She is too much like me,
Only more so
She doesn’t worry enough
Life brings what comes along
Her heart is full of song
But it’s mostly metal and punk and rap
And I just don’t get that crap
My daughter is also an addict you see…
Which is hard for us to understand, you see.
Addicts can’t “just stop”.
They let the drug-of-choice rule their life
They don’t care about the strife
There are triggers you know
That make the addict so
Stress, anxiety, depression, loneliness and boredom
They all push the addict towards the ledge
And their low self-esteem is the finale step
Over
The
Edge.
She is in recovery now…
She is doing well
She will always be
An addict you see
We love her the best we can
We will stick to the plan
And take each day
As it comes in to play.
My granddaughter is great!
She’s not yet two
She is nuts too.
She knows nothing of how
She came to my house.
(refer to the stanza on “My Daughter”)
She loves unconditionally
She loves Grandpa you see.
She doesn’t yet speak
So she cries her fears
And I dry her tears
And just like with her grandma and her mother
I try to read her mind
To see if I can tell
What it is that makes her yell
But she is sweet and kind and beautiful
And grandpa spoils her so…
Bet he can’t help it, you know.
It may be politically incorrect
But I don’t care;
Sometimes there is too much estrogen in the air
So grandpa gets out of the house
And meets his buds
And drinks some suds
And tells dirty jokes
About the kind of women
My mother and wife never were,
and I hope my daughter and granddaughter never will be.
So point your finger at me
And yell Hypocrisy!
I don’t care
Because you wouldn’t dare
Live my life for me.
But I would not trade all of this
To be rid of the drama (and the bliss)
It’s four against one
the ladies and me
Walk a mile in my shoes
And you will see
It takes great strength to do what I do
Four-to-One, and two dogs too.
Can a man tolerate an incarcerate?
Madly in love with a madwoman
Throughout the investigation; Prior to the incarceration she's reflective
Two years on the verge of being wasted like Iron Maiden single "Wasted Years"
Additional two daughters she conceived not to mention she needs help supporting her two daughters "Homeless Agencies"
Two daughters means double the "Needs and Wants"
Two daughters means twice repeating the lady "Do's and Don'ts"
Repeatedly, she crosses her legs like a foreleg mantis as if in prayer
She prays for financial support, not willing to be a Hoe at Davenport (Davenport Hotel)
Scrolled through her cellular contacts and called close relatives her normal emergency contacts
Asked Steve, Keith, and her lovers longtime friend Daisuke he's a Japanese
All three smacked their teeth
Ironically Daisuke smacked his teeth on account of in Japanese the meaning of Daisuke is "BIG HELP"
As a mighty breeze passes a cry in the wind passed a message," Perpetually I'll Bless You like a allergic symptom sneeze
Stressing continuously over occurrences its mind-boggling she doesn't believe
Biting a forbidden fruit the fruit of lies first like Eve
Eventually she deceives her incarcerated lover and becomes aware of nakedness after she sinned
An act of independence, survival, an act of the Holy Bible
A social science woman is she her sexual desire an experiment, Puzzling for a woman to make known to a incarcerated man she broke her commitment
In no way shape or form a mistake, only a meant, you went along with it didn't it
After she risked everything and made known the fearful news both were thinking walk a mile in my shoes
But that gut-feeling she must of had waiting on his comment
FACT: He was wondering what Bruh "Cum Meant"
Did you do this out of shortage of cents or perfects?
Impossible to shop for love I guess taking care of our two daughters was where the money was spent
Baby my point of view is I'm pointing butterfingers at (U)
Tell the world I'm coming home as you already knew, and maybe we can work it out something brand-new, because Carrie KaeKae James after I read this poem I changed my mans point of view
- Loverboi
9/17/18
"Blues""
They don't even notice a new you
Ooooo
They keep looking at me like I'm cuckoo
Boo-hoo
Who knew
I'd have such bad juju
All that's left is a doll used for voodoo
Any day now I'm due to
Evolve into Mewtwo
Then I'll be a guru
Just love me, since very few do
Nothing I said is voulu
I’m looking for a nice girl that can dance in a tutu
Her name doesn't have to be Lulu
Taking a cruise
Got the blues
My grasp on reality, I'm starting to lose
No longer minding my P’s and Q’s
Continuing to booze
And snooze
Had to pay my dues
Can't follow the clues
Must be missing a few screws
Heart beaten black and blue
An endless ooze
Of blood followed by a bruise
Not a single soul whose
Able to walk a mile in my shoes
No longer amused
Or Enthused
At a rapid rate I consume
Substances being abused
Aghh, I'm so confused
To tell the truth, it's of no use
Because I've always been doomed
Overhead a black cloud loomed
And there was endless gloom
I Improved
Then fell back and lost my groove
She sent me nudes
Of much more than her boobs
To me and ten other dudes
Then she had an attitude
And wanted to feud
Because I wasn't in the mood
To put up with bull, go ahead and call it rude
Whew!
For you
I made more than room
And then boom
There you were marrying a man born with a silver spoon
Able to literally buy you anything underneath the stars and moon
Picking flowers that recently bloomed
To whom
It may regard, may this lead you to a boon
With something so very opportune
Got to keep making moves
After what I choose
All while sampling different foods
Nearby a lagoon
Just following my own tune
Looking up at the moon
While atop a dune
Time has once again proved
That from the picture, I've already been removed
It's okay because this afternoon
It will all be over soon
LOVE HURT'S
I want you to love me from deep within,
not from the love that going to hurt me again.
Not the love the going to make me cry,
because the guy I choose to have in my life.
Not the love that make's me bleed,
not the love that make me cry on my knee's.
I don't want the love that blacks my eye's,
and everyone has to ask me why?
Why do I have to lie to my family, and friend's?
Just because you hit me again.
All the love I have gave to you,
is this really the best you can do?
I made you feel like the star you are,
how come I can't be your shining star?
I've loved you when you have yet to love your self,
but I'm the one with the busted mouth.
Having to feel the back of your hand,
makes you even less of a man!
I want to see you hit a man in that same way,
the way you hit and treat me every day!
It's not going to be easy having to feel the way I do,
when he takes your man hood from you!
You make me regret ever ****en with you!
Then you can come walk a mile in my shoes,
when he straight *****es you!
Remember revenge live's in us all,
and I can't wait for the day to see you fall.
Don't worry because you weep what you sow.
What you do in the past,
alway's come back to haunt your ass!
If you don't want to get hit on,
I advise you don't hit on me!
Because someone is alway's bigger and badder,
that you just can't beat!
If you a real man you'll step to a man in the street's,
and stop hitting women you already know you can beat.
You know deep down your a bigger ***** then me,
So step to a real man,
and feel the heat of defeat!
I see the Do-Gooders are out in force again
And this time it's the annual Christmas Coke Cola Bus
Stirring up the fuss
Crusaders against any and every cause
No topic to juvenile or puerile to rage against
They want to ban children visiting the Coke Cola bus
Because some children are obese
And as they see it this is there duty to stop
As it will somehow end and solve the crisis
Now correct me if I am wrong
But I have never seen a child
Buying or pushing a shopping cart
Around a Supermarket
With a Credit Card
Or am I shopping on the wrong child friendly day's
It's usually Parents who buy and choose the items in the trolley
And Parents who cook make or feed their kids
What is the point or to what end
Is banning the bus so children can't see it
Going to make a blind bit of difference
And why should everyone have to pay the price
Or is that old teacher's adage
You see now you have ruined it for everyone
Father Christmas
Santa Claus
In all its modern day guises
White Beard
Red Santa Suit
Is a Coke Cola patented trademark
They invented modern day Christmas
As we have come to know it
I know it is crass to say but
Coke has done more to promote Christmas
Than religion or church has
I wish all these Do-Gooding people would stop trying to fix us
Who actually asked them to
And why do they know best
Who anointed them saviors of the rest
The only thing good intentions have ever taught me is
Walk a mile in my shoes
Looking out your warm safe curtain windows
And your rose tinted views
For what its worth
You will never be the same
When you know what the reality of a life of pain brings
You cling on to the small things
Like the annual Christmas Bus
Beside Mum and Dad
Fulfilled and glad
Is that so bad
A modest or low view of one's own importance; humbleness.
People are quick to judge one another
Never considering, with patience, what's their plight
Empathy allows your heart and soul to meet people where they are
Understanding that the human anatomy is flawed
No human being was created to be perfect
However, sympathy and compassion can be a starting point
One may say, that mothers are givers of unconditional love
Each person on the planet, is given the ultimate love, daily, mercy and grace
If only, people would take a deeper dive into their inner self reflections
Chances are, they would realize that we are all the same, irrespective of race
People often times, dismiss the truth about themselves, saying I'm trying to find myself
People have more things in common, than their differences, if you’d listen
Whatever hardships, tribulations or tough times that people are dealing with, don't criticize and be discouraging, rather encourage and inspire
Always present yourself as a positive example of understanding and acceptance
When you’re riding high, don't think that you’re better and above your fellow neighbors, because God giveth and taketh away
Never underestimate the power of change, up today, down tomorrow
Walk a mile in my shoes, simply says treat people the same way you want to be treated
Often times God will remove the covers, of hidden darkness and deception
Homeless people are mistreated, abused and disrespected daily
Meaningful love given, is a recipe for caring
People please remove the hatred and degradation
Ask yourselves, do I make fun and spew negative jokes towards those not on your level
Take ownership of your actions, because humility, humbleness are prerequisites for unconditional love
Battling The “D” Word
(Tough Old Birds Never Give Up)
By: Miracle Man
1-5-2020
I awake most days reasoning my future is late,
I find scant moves fast enough to accommodate me.
I’ve begun putting things aside, I procrastinate,
And good times lay farther than memory can see.
My chest no longer wears It’s once proud swagger,
It seems just certain words are an impetus to press.
Small obstacles at every turn cut me like a dagger,
Constant coupon/cat talk tends to induce distress.
I search for quiet places void of conversation or phone,
Since Sudden Cardiac Arrest I’ve been mired in the blues.
I hope others will understand, why I prefer being alone,
And before decrying me just walk a mile in my shoes.
It seems my life’s entered into a state of regression,
*On borrowed time I’m told, this is what life will entail.
Can a Christian man live in this state of depression?
I’d scratch this itch away, but I don’t have a nail.
*Psalm 90:10
King James Version
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Preamble: In the half life of a setting sun, time travel exists. In the naked singularity of a blackhole, when a sun is truly dying, you become what you want to.
This is the song.
Born of the night, in the sky's own light.
Left to the sun, to die on the run.
Born of the stars, near the ballroom of Mars.
My life on the run, the half life of a sun.
Chorus:
We know that it's ending soon,
We know the band's out of tune. We know.
Slave to the earth, to my death, from birth.
Life on the edge? Have you "the Edge"?
Loved till I lost, such a cost.
My feelings are numb, the half life of a Son.
From the start of it all, I've run with the ball.
You must pay your dues? Walk a mile in my shoes.
For better or worse, I've turned to my verse.
I've seen what's to come, the half life of a sun.
It's a hurricane of pain, to know the insane.
Begin at the start, find a key to my heart.
In all that's been said, I should have been dead.
To all that I've done, the half life of the Son.
For the song that is sung, my gold not yet spun,
We've not yet begun, goodbye and for one,
The Half Life of the Sun.
Let's go.....
I'm on a rough route to a righteous destination,
Tormented by the obstacles, blockin' my path
So I'm embracin',
All my miscreant guilt, blended up with my sorrows,
So I follow,
what lives in my heart
but I step wisely because somethings in life
are definitely hard to swallow,
and my motto's,
"knuckle up & search for the prize",
I see the world with clear vision
but evil sights are hurtin' my eyes,
What's the remedy for this Black Rain?,
Will success make my grey sky blue?
Is my pain ordained?,
I'm blessed with the breath o' life
so I communicate with my Savior,
I thank him for everything he gave us,
and God made us,
In his own image,
and the Holy Bible's the best book to read
but somedays
I still grimace through my scrimmage,
And somedays, I'm still drip dryin'
in the devils thunder,
and those days filled with blunder,
make me hesitate & wonder,
do I have what it takes
to keep me from goin' under?,
They say we're treadin' in the last days
I'm tryin' to conquer the beast,
My good out weighs my bad
so I feel I'm winning, because my minds at peace
Ignorance is taken and ignorance is given
Progression on the mind while oppression stay hidden
Please don’t judge me because I say the word nigga
To me it’s just a word that really means ignorant
But ignorance’s is taken so ignorance’s given
Try to stay calm and forget past feelings
I’m no longer living where I need my pistol
Keep it locked up until I get an uneasy feeling
Everything’s legit check my papers you don’t believe me
I want more money but I’m to humble to turn greedy
I’d rather struggle day to day then sellout to something I don’t believe in
Living check to check and I still feel blessed because I have a roof over my head
I’ve been homeless and I won’t go back again
I’m done selling drugs I’m an honest working man
Working on getting my medicinal so I can medicate
I’m not making new problems just correcting old mistakes
walk a mile in my shoes bet you’ll quit after a quick pace
Ignorance’s is taken so we give ignorance’s away