Slippers Poems - Poems about Slippers

back in the day i did not get much schoolin' but mama said boy don't let your right hand know what the left hand is doing and everything will be okay now bring mama her slippers Lord have mercy and thank ya Jesus amen...

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Dorothy hated her ruby slippers And hid them under the munchkin's knickers He soon got up to go pee But tripped and fell on his knee Her ruby slippers are now wet trippers The scarecrow found Dorothy's wet red shoes He didn't know why, but he was not amused Gave them to the witch who said she wouldn't snitch After what he just...

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There once was Glenda with slippers to share. Dorothy liked better Prada devil’s pair. She ducked behind Oz’s curtain To do what is uncertain, But the Lion put a crib in his lair. ...

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I’m always reassured when I see them in the morning waiting patiently by my bed to receive my feet after a harrowing night of running wildly through strange fields of dreams. Snug in the hug of their comfort, how comforting to be back on home ground. ...

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Mom's slippers are common All over the world It is use as tool to crush mosquitos It is use as tool to punish an offender It is use as pad instead of stick As instructional tool Or a tool to discipline a child....

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Granddads slippers started to wear, And then tear, Until more than a stitch here, And stitch there, Would be required, or a new pair, Needed by the end of the year. A suitable needle and thread did appear, And for another year did sit there, Maybe next year, I will do the repair, And another year did disappear, Without use of needle and thread to repair, Then...

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How many more slippers and mittens can Elvira knit? This was asked by her mother who was throwing a fit. She wanted to be a grandma, so wanted Elvira to get with it. But Elvira was now knitting hats for her slippers, the little chit. Isn’t she interested in men? Her mother asked, as she paused to sit. “Doubtful,” answered...

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Soft shadow slippers Shuffled through the hedgerows Aimlessly ramble Sample the texture Of twilights tenor Lean against Still warm bark Dip their toes In the ripple-less lea Fill the cups Of cooling roses With a silent chill Then pale As darkness Consumes them Leaving Only the scent Of passing ...

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Like any girl, my cat loves shoes. I keep her in mind with the new pairs I buy. She looks in the morning to note what I choose, And then she observes while I zip, fold, or tie. Muddy today, it will likely be boots, And slippers in evening when feet are sore. She tackles the ones that seem the...

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These tornadoes that shred me, twirled on knowing you’d one day haunt my ruin; use my mind for a peephole, step lightly over my hill. Blond curls a choreography of sunlight and days undone. Slim legs binding blood to a wounded feline hanker and a tin thin regret...

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Inspired by Victor Buhagiar’s romantic writes. GLASS SLIPPERS He sees their shine - on his knees, he’d kiss her glass slippers. The ballroom floor - first date jitters, diamond waxed. The newness of their faces, skintight with anticipation - illumination of the mirrors. The crystal chandelier, like a tall tale; simply a fairy tale. Arising like the North star, he dares to sit - she’s vulnerable like her glass shoe, still breakable, but before...

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I have always loved but never believed in love. From the start I was your rockstar princess. Fairy tales mend even the most broken hearts. Your song found mine and the glass slippers fit....

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Down the yellow brick road, in a place not very far, In a land I heard of, you find out who you truly are. Just follow the magical road, of friendship and love, For adventure awaits, and things you are dreaming of! The sparkling ruby slippers, will soon take you there, To a fabled Emerald City, over the rainbow somewhere. No...

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Tinseled moments adorning a little blue spruce of sheen he's a benefactor suited red, no he can never be mean Snowflakes caked upon a lit up window in a twinkling room the scent of sweet vanilla and Christmas sweet perfume Little fuzzy red slippers pattering around before midnight a crunch of cookie, a sip...

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Sleeping feet to rest Giving their slippers rest...

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