Short Slippered Poems

Short Slippered Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Slippered by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Slippered by length and keyword.


Moonlight Lover

MOONLIGHT   LOVER



Silver slippered moonlight  glides over the glade
Kisses the birches as they shine
Tastes  the stream ripples rayed
And drinks deep  the shallow  sea’s brine.
Form: Quatrain


Waiting

My hands too tired to write, motionless they fall
Mind and soul lethargic and dull, I watch the show

Life spinning-me sitting-watching the leaves tremble
in rays of light hidden from my window

I rest, wait for my soul to heal
wonder at my raising breath and listen
for sounds of joy to inspire my heart to beat

the pitter patter of his slippered feet,
my babies joy to dry this weep.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member But You've Heard All This Before

     She fell into his arms, so sweet
     He swept her off her glass-slippered feet
        But you’ve heard all this before

     They climbed into a golden carriage
     Where he took her hand, proposing marriage
        But you’ve heard all this before

     Kissing madly, their quivering lips so wet
     They rode off into the summer sunset  
        ~ Scalding their tushies to ash
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Evening Walk

Out walking I turned to see
Twilight sneaking up on me
      It came on slippered feet
      Day whistling a soft retreat
           A rustling of the fairy folk
           Evening magic did invoke
                To the sun I blew a goodbye kiss
                Thankful for its warming bliss
                       Listening to earth's evening song
                       My heart rejoiced and sang along
Form: Couplet

Is That You . . ?

The scuffing of slippered feet 
stoop shouldered baby steps 
can’t climb the stairs 
can’t get to the potty 
button my buttons, please 
I need a nap 
come read to me . . . 
hair needs washing 
winter’s coming 
wrap me in a blanket, dear 
tuck me in and shut the door 
but, God, don’t leave me here 
I know your face, seems close somehow 
but that memory’s not too clear 
nice to see you, dear 
do I know you, dear? 
you’ve such lovely green eyes – 
like mine . . .


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