Short Heels Poems
Short Heels Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Heels by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Heels by length and keyword.
they wear
as they come near
as you stare
and watch them bare
in
a lone dress
i confess
it appeel
WOMEN AND HIGH
HEELS
its a turn on
as they walk alone
some on cell phone
they chat
about this and that
it a real sex appeel
SKIRTS AND HIGH HEELS
silver stilettoes
raising her to horse height
loud clip clop noises
seen by everyone
a jiggle to her wiggle
the high heel waltz
it was so strong
i has to get it on
i was passion blind
sex was on my mind
i didn't have time
to take to peel
i had on
HIGH HEELS
my pig likes his high heels,
says he likes the way it feels,
to walk on tip toes,
and raise high his nose,
pig's joy he cannot conceal.
theyer still around
don't be no clown
be nice
and think twice
be fore you speak
you could get beat
by these that appeel
WOMEN HIGH
HEEL
Red heels clicking away,
a woman who has a sway,
she made it to the glass ceiling,
power is what she is feeling,
her importance is reeling.
When women go shopping for shoes
They never know which one to choose
Comfort or fashion
Style, price, or passion
Nor which from a spectrum of hues!
My red high heels I love to wear,
With open toes to feel the air,
They're flirty and fun
In the summer sun.
I think they're my most sexy pair.
to
fall head
over heels
madly in love
is a high impossible to measure
love raises hope to another level
and for a time
it feels like
you can
fly
I realize that the knife
I use to cut my steak,
is the same one I use
to butter my toast.
be careful when you stare at rainbows,
it's not a pleasure to have just one thing.
HEELS ON A GOLDEN RAINY DAY
Bouquet in hand, a bride of dreams.
She strides with pride through mirrored stones,
Past a suit and hat that pause to glance
As her skirt sways in moonlit dance.
Like a cat on the prowl
Delicately moving with confidence
Swaying hips to my own rhythmic beat
Now watch me pounce upon my next prey
I am a cougar in heels, keeping all the sugar daddies away
Standing along side souls,
You sit here where no one
ever sits.
Trembling dead roses
lost there beauty,
as women sing songs of being alone,
for all of love
is unfinished.
when it was quiet
you knew it was over.
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.
a high heels status.
she calls boys on her hot bed;
dark bloody basement.
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Date - 4th September 2018
Contest - Haiku-Senryu - Writing Challenge October 2018
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Old gorgeous Jake is completely in love
Hours he stares and hears a turtledove.
One weekend he never leaves her alone.
He stays in there with a well-used comb.
He goes nowhere, eats nothing at all.
He stretches and preens and stands so tall!
His parents are tearful and truly fear
He’ll never fall out of love with his mirror.
I’m Head Over Heels in Love
There’s no need at all times
To have a pony tail
I love your smile, though
I have to say
There’s no need to
Always wear that yellow dress
Though it brings smile to my face
Even when I’m under stress
My love is odd, and
Believe me, it’s endless
Just one your look, my sweetie
Opens the door to heavens
she wore heels that were three feet tall
no longer small, no longer small
men backed away, when she came to town
intimidated, their faces swiftly went down
she passed a giraffe and patted his head
I had bed head too, he told his bunkmate Fred
Her ponytail is seen above the rooftops today
Stilt-like heels give her a view of people six blocks away
she is no longer young
her calves strain
to be shapely in tall stilettos
she carries herself carefully
hips tilted
above an always sloping floor
above the pumps
a life mostly in step
with yesterday
yet something of her style
her tilt at times-windmills
has a fine aplomb
on balance
a woman to admire
for her unsteady grace
her firm resolve
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.
In her High Heels - She Walks
On golden sunbeams she gracefully strides,
elegant in her little black dress; like Audrey Hepburn,
she a star sparkling in sexy, black shiny stilettoes.
Stepping high on heels and high on love, she smiles
anticipating breakfast fit for a goddess…at Tiffany’s.
06-03-2018
Contest: She Walks
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Placement: 1st
Grab the dark side by the waist.
Plant a kiss on its dead black lips.
Sow the light into the darkest soil.
Toss the halo and the horn.
Into the fiery pond of mind.
When truth makes love to lie.
Set goals-come up just shy.
Breathe the smoke of defeat, the death of hope.
Tap dance, flint-heeled on gasoline streets.
Savor the dew drops of brief victory.
Then collapse in one big heap.
I can make you stunning
Tall and confident
I can put fire on stage
So please keep on walking.
We can go out of the party
Enjoy the rest of the night
I can dance the beat
Matching your tight skirt.
Stand up and smile
I'm giving you poise
I can give a magic
When you're facing crowd's noise.
I'll take you to places
Where you will outshine
Everyone will look up
When you will wear me.
For the lack of spiked heels
The carpet endured,
The linoleum had no dents,
Women walked with confidence,
Maintaining balance.
For the lack of spiked heels
Mothers were more patient,
Children could tell the difference,
Husbands hugged their wives,
Cats no longer feared for their tails.
The world returned to normal,
Nations sought peace,
Wars ceased.
All for the lack of spiked heels.