Short Soles Poems

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


Heap of Soles

Apex of mute dreams,
Rise above abandoned floors:
Pyramid of shoes.


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Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
Form: Senryu


Murdered Soles

The smell of leather,
Stirs the Auschwitz warehouses:
Leather reminders.


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Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
Form: Senryu

Premium Member On the Soles of Your Shoes

Diamonds are so cheap
only the excessive greed
of man, his profit
create a shortage of such,
gullibility a joy!

© Harry J Horsman  2013
Form: Tanka

Shoe Soles

theyer  run down
you  feel like a clown
as the flop side by side
my feet is wide
it hard to guild
and these or no lies
the old
SHOE SOLES

Untitled #33 / Dark Hard Dark Rubber Shoe Soles

Dark hard dark rubber shoe soles
jiggle up and down in boredom
classy, they’re the same he’ll wear
ten years from now, graduated,
at the office, still bored, wondering
where his youth went.
Form: Narrative


Do Shoes Go To Heaven As They Have Soles

What would i ask my soul
What words would plaster over cracks and cuts
that binds it together
Where can i find it
for when i look inside
echoes of my sight rebound
And if it could be found
would it turn around
Ignore my pleadings
to be healed
Soulless creature
forced to watch
with empty jealous eyes

Empty Soles

Warm leather once danced on happy feet
Now cold and still abandoned by the wall
Lovers strolled along moonlit paths
The pairs now long gone into the past
Children played joyfully in the park 
Those shoes are carelessly tossed
Young and old marched to their death unshod
Leaving behind empty soles heaped high

Traveling Soles

Look familiar
Where you started from
Shoes laced you up
Made you come

Walking unknown streets
Stepping with future's feet
Mapquest to different times
Memories calling out
Like weathered chimes

Courted future and past
Strolled in the present
Shadowed footprints cast
Changed all directions
That will always last
© Chris Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Have Holes In My Soles

my shirts and shoes
are wearing out -
and they tell me 
I am too

I patch and glue 
to make them whole -
but fail 
to make them new

I have holes in my soles
and frayed treads on my edges -
but manage 
for the most part to get through

until one day 
they say
it will all fall apart
hopefully all at once
I pray

Skeptical Swollen Soles

skeptical swollen soles
tracing dark toes
on vying veins
of tactic trains:
lofty lousy limbs
etched in ink

drastic dances dripping
on seeps scrunching
in jumpy jolly

mystic melody birthed
embroidered with will
virtuoso concerto crunching

sumptuous soles stretching
la-de-da limbs lurching.
      19:12:29:09:27
Form: Sonnet

Lost Soles

One evening as I walked my dog
I came across a pair of shoes
Lying there beside a log
Not exactly breaking news

Still I couldn’t help but wonder
Who would ditch their size sixteens
Did they hate the rainbow colors
Or the oddly random seams?

Or perhaps some bozo missed them
These huge and homely shoes I’d found
And rather than dismiss them
There I stood, missing a clown.
Form: Rhyme

Armed forces Remembrance

The sounds of boots on the sands
Soles imprinted deep into posterity
Steady matching under the soft glow of hope
The gallant steps of the mighty men

I saw the weights tied around their waist
The stench of cold,  ghastly death
The ears bleeding from the wails of the forgotten
The forgotten. Soles imprinted in the sands.

I looked again and I saw the eager
Soaring farther into the forlorn sky
I smiled as more men pass by
The mark of hope on their forehead.
© Raki Lyon  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Four Soles

When they heard the drone of the jets
 They knew it was time to hide
 And find a safe place to escape the threat
 They knew they'd soon hear explosions outside

 Despite the war and its destructive sting
 They still did everyday things
 like going shopping, doing chores
 Just to survive one day more

 It wasn't long before the jets came again
 To deliver their explosive pain
 Some had no hiding place to choose
 And falling from the sky, came two pairs of shoes..........
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
war
Form: Quatrain

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