Slippers Poems - Poems about Slippers

Bring Mama Her 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

Ruby Slippers

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

Dorothy

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.

Morning Slippers

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.

Mom Slippers

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.

Grandads new old slippers

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

how many more slippers

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

Soft Shadow Slippers

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

Owl Slippers vs Cat

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

Ruby Slippers

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

Glass Slippers

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

Glass Slippers

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.

Dreams and Ruby Slippers

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

Little Fuzzy Red Slippers

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

Slippers Rest

Sleeping feet to rest 
Giving their slippers rest

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