Short Sole Poems
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meal tray on her lap
dining table set for two
mocking the widow
Competition 'get your Senryu on'.
Submitted 11th April 2015
they bust
wear long anuth
make you decuss
so you have to cuff
and foldif you get caught
with a hole thats mole
your
SHOE SOLE
Arbor under lights.
Center stage stand up.
Go tree! Break a branch!
For Raul's Summer Tempest picture contest.
(sorry - couldn't help it : )
some dining friends tried to sue
cause their dinner smelled like glue
evidence a ton
waiter he's the one
then they found a cooks old shoe.
If I was poured out on the ground............
the fishes of my soul would gasp
and flip and flop until at last ,
some homeless waif should mercy measure me,
and scoop me up and throw me to the sea.
So small and loving
As two little sparrows
Vulnerable and powerful
The only footprint left on your path
Everywhere you went
On this earth
You are
There
You have left
The sole of your feet
Aby M.
o sole mio
I am the bird
That was made by my father
With his hands
Now during the morning
I am flying in the sky
Above the mountain
And the ocean
Lots of people are taking photos of me
So they can have as a souvenir
Once there was a man called Dominic, the sole experience!
His wisdom is not by education, by sole experience!
“Grudge, the mighty driving force-
is good in the world of evil”-mighty force!
Bloody no comic is wise by sole experience !
I
once
thought we
were one, that
you were my soul mate
until I realized that our
joint passion for a specific salt water flatfish
cooked in meuniere sauce was not sufficient to maintain a long lasting relationship
I am a wearied wandering
man
Still trying to stick to my
menu
I have worn out my brogue
shoes
Now, i have to pad the hole in
my sole
But i would rather have a hole in
my shoes
Than have a hole in my soul.
(Written 16th October, 2025)
Then one day
in balmy Florida morning
on the way to school
We saw it
the sole egret in the marshes
feeding on an early worm
Yeah ... we screamed
my daughter Zahra and I
Yehoo! Yehoo! Yehoo!
Sometimes the things
that you fear the most
never actually happen
(c) mbsaaka/2021
SOLE EXPEDITION
Night falls,
Thought calls,
Staring walls
like blinking dolls,
Fixed eyeballs,
Frameless vision
but ageless mission;
Motionless, lolls,
Progress annuls,
Full empty halls,
Alone & stuck
to walk
the solitary walk.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 13th May, 2020.
My SOUL is no longer sole!
Thy has penetrated into it.
I feel a sense of completeness,
Yet I seek to touch the depth of thy grandeur.
I long to find a new horizon
And with every new meeting with thy,
I able to experience a fuller feeling,
That gives me immense freedom!
At last the SOLE has received the SOUL!
OVER TO JESUS BAREFOOT SOLE ON STREET OF GOLD PRAISING GOD--
if I dance wit my
shoes on the street paved golden
I must take them off
for this space where I
stand, standing on Holy Grounds
so must bare my feet
keeping my sole clean
must sacrifice turn my life
over to Jesus
1/11/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
delicious ...
our mouths are chaos
a swirl of wildness and taste
lips, tongues, breaths mix and moan
passions parched - thirsts unquenchable
we are no longer two
emotions, bodies
kiss ...
so joined
i am nearly ... lonely
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select Q Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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Far
far
beneath mine sole
I reach down
Imagine mine stretch
as I touch what is
so low
Conceive if thine vista
permits
this city park's fountain
and the sparkle at its
bottom
and what the I
could do with this
now mine
pence
I saw a high-heeled shoe today
Abandoned in the street
And wondered how its owner walked
With such uneven feet.
Perhaps if she were fairly drunk,
(Enough to lose a heel)
Her teeter-totter gait might not
Be something she could feel.
I hope that her companion
Was a gallant type of fella
So both shoe and gal would find
Their soul-mates, just like Cinderella.
The lonely bird,
Atop the lowly birch,
Amidst empty branch,
It's only perch.
The white sun's,
Blinding light,
Drowns solely,
The bird's plight.
In summer's dry,
Afternoon sings,
The winged life,
Yet it brings
Not a soul,
Only the fiery hole,
Atop it's lofty perch,
Bears witness
To the bird's cry,
From sanguine sky,
Listen and sigh,
What beneath lies.
"Let the moon teach you the art of being beautiful and lonely at the same
time.” ~Anand Thakur
O, the night traveler
you are the beacon for
the distressed who are
dwelling in darkness.
As the knight of the night,
you ride upon your white steed
wearing a silver armor
for those hopeless lovelorn.
You are the afterglow of the sun
when it retires for the day.
You'd inspire a fanciful thread for a poem,
You are analogous to each discrete totem,
And, precisely, like every preceding being,
You are quirky; no other soul is apt to tying,
You become entangled in the customary,
And, an emphasis entails the precursory.
Written; February 19, 2022
Bite Size Poem No.37 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
she wanted someone to catch her
just in case her wings forgot how to fly
she never realised,
that flying was exactly what they were made for
and to shelter her in times
when she felt lost and alone
that was their sole purpose
she wasted time worrying,
about things that she never had to worry about
until she realised the wings were all she needed
©134511062013
Your life is fading fast your eyes tell your future which is not going to last,
With each new day your life's draining away never to return I'm sorry to say,
I'm hurting inside i can't start to explain the pain that i feel when i see you each day,
A shadow of yourself pale and gray mumbling words you forget next day,
Your eyes so empty no life at all the sparkle which shone has so surly gone.
Walk in my shoes, tell me how you feel
Tell me I was wrong for telling you the pain was real
Walk mile in the path that I am trapped in
Tell me you could do it different
Hike the depths that I am lost inside
Maybe than you could say I lied
When I said I lost my way, I meant it true
Next time I can try your shoes
So I could be just as lost as you
And we can forgive our issues
Sole rider in the cold night air, sky looming as town expands.
The silent shuffle of snowy hooves — subservient, rough lands.
The cowboy freezes alongside a cheerful amber window.
Clang of his rustling spurs silenced suddenly...he’s come for Joe.
Cul-de-sac of frontier buildings frame the vengeance of his mind.
Whiteness of streets balk at death of the young — simpletons close blinds.
6/17/2018
WHEN GLASS BRAKES
AND TREAD ON THEM
THEY CUT SO DEEP,
IT SEEPS DOWN TO MY INSIDE
INSIDES LEAK OUTSIDE
BUT IN THAT VENERABILITY
IT BE,
STRENGTHENING ME
NEVER LETTING ME
TO DWELL ON THE PAIN
SHOW THE THIN LANE
BETWEEN THE SANE
AND MENTALLY LAME''
AND CLAMS
THE CALSISES OF MY PAST
AND PASS ON
TREAD ON
HARDER AND COLDER FUTURE
THIS TORTURE 'S RELEVANT:
LIFE'S INTELLIGENCE FATAL EVIDENCE
ALL I KNOW MY (@#$%)
IS CONSTANT