Short Footless Poems
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footless from fanatical factual feminization
I invite immoderation into increasing inflationary integer
my meditation melange momentously moresque
tippytoe through those twisty tulipa
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
On wings of sunlight,
Enchanting sonnets of peace;
Composed by the morn.
·
Rustled by the leaves,
Carried by the footless winds:
Echoed by the breeze.
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Poems of the dawn,
Written by the morning dew:
Passionate...fresh odes.
glittering night
at the bud of
new year's root
expands its sight
in multitude
I’m devoured
by solitude
loneliness
showers my
walking path
as footless print
alone, alone
all alone born
none can adorn
for endless morn
-January 02, 2019 Chattogram
There was a boy
named Jeff had messed
up teeth, and had no feet
he rolled around town
screaming out loud
I want pizza
from pizza king
yes this little boy that
lived in Anderson a big
brother that hated him.
Jeff asked him can "can you
order pizza?" he said "sure."
Then they both turned
to the phone then they had
Their pizza.
Winter has left one empty shoe
upon the doorstep.
Around that footless mouth
tulips grow
despite the muscular winds
and a thin sunshine.
The crisscrossing of the seasons
does not confuse the land,
people grow out of themselves
as do the ants and the hedgehogs,
the green womb cannot be emptied
by just one shoe and its gaping mouth
no matter how loud it shouts.
A Lonely Socks Lament
Unmatched
in loneliness
am I
hidden
in a five drawer
tower
locked away
unable to search
for a mate
shunned
by those in
pairs
I wait
listening
to the dryer’s
tumble
anticipating
a reunion
as each cycle
ends.
Footless
no toes to cradle
no hugging shoes
only loneliness
in the corner
of matchless
socks.
John G. Lawless
©4/2/2018
Oh footless shoes
You are left behind
Behind to tell the story of tragedies
To tell stories of pain and suffering
Oh footless shoes
You are without life
Can no longer tell of journeys you have travelled
Can no longer revisit the places you once treaded on
You mark a path of flowing sorrow
Of journey's never to be taken
The rain washes away your prints
You are no longer there
Form:
Phantom figures at the window,
Shapeless shadows on the wall,
Footless footsteps faintly follow
Faceless voices down the hall.
Are all my memories mere illusions,
Have time and distance made them blur?
Is my past cast with self-delusions
And not the way things really were?
Memories, though they may haunt you,
Can help survive life's bitter burn,
If you're old enough to want to,
And wise enough to want to learn.
FOOTLOOSE AND FOOTLESS
Children just don’t remember they’ve got feet
And deliberately fall, giggling - it’s sweet
Treading the leaves in gutter here:
It don’t hurt to fall on your rear.
Bursting handfuls of big yellow leaves -
Oh, what a collection-pattern it weaves:
Red, orange with spots of lavender -
Love-given bouquet for indulgent mother.
Look in the mirror but it’s not you;
The real you is inside you :
Nothing to do with rears or feet.
Being three years old is so neat.