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.
Moon Glow
MOON GLOW
The dark night now light
Moon glow on my slippered feet
The stars beyond night...
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Categories:
slippered, nature,
Form:
Haiku
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....
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Categories:
slippered, nature,
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....
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Categories:
slippered, depression, love, mother, sonjoy,
Form:
Couplet
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
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Categories:
slippered, humor, marriage, nostalgia, passion, romantic love, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
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...
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Categories:
slippered, happiness, nature
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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Categories:
slippered, angst, caregiving, confusion, death, life, mother, sad,
Form:
Free verse