Sock Poems - Poems about Sock

In the quiet, darkened corners of the mind/ Where shadows stretch and twist, emotions bind/ Lies a land where peace is hard to find/ Admist the chaos, stress leaves us blind/ Psychosis weaves it's tale of fear and doubt/ Illusions bloom, and reasons fade out/ The world distorts, perceptions fall askew/ A fragile grip on reality breaks through/ Voices whisper secrets in...

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I have been falsely accused many times/ I was at a concert and came home/ I get off the bus and the police were looking for me/ I jumped out the second story window/ And ran because I'm innocent/ She falsely accused a metal head/ I lost my mind, the stress and shock began to develop/ I developed Fatal Familial Insomnia, lost...

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He wore his desert wellies With suitably besocked feet As he strode manfully along The rain driven wet street. Britain in the summer time, Ten climates in one day, So the British stiff upper lip Really is the only way To extract maximum enjoyment From such a variable clime And to spend hours pondering Is just a waste of time. So we wear...

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Each morning when I take a walk, After putting on a shoe and sock, I try to freak out a rabbit; I feign I’m scared of him - strange habit....

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Think not that I am just a sock; I follow you all through your walk. How reckless you are? You throw me afar! With you, I walked many a mile; You haven’t washed me once in a while. Your treatment is unfair; I too need love and care. Now I am very much worn, And throughout, I am torn. I try to stay out...

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Asleep in the bottom drawer A place I now call home I hear a voice call my name "Sockie, Sockie" where are you I am here I seem to yell But my voice was muffled By rolls of clothing hell I listen to the frustrated grunts and growls Doors slam The smell of brewed coffee I guess it's early in the morning I try...

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O breezy Spring leaves, Show-offs of stupendous beauty. Your breathtaking heights and swooning low brights, Puffy delights As you bud and sway. You delightfully chill me Goosebumps on arms and brace. Fingertips are nearly blue, brazenly so on this Spring-a-ling day. An open space, front door unhinged, ready to be sanded and stained. I’ll swing a jacket about my shoulders and sock up my feet. Sock it to me, Spring! I will spring...

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In the depths of the laundry pile, where chaos reigns supreme, Lies the mystery of the missing sock, a perplexing, absurd scheme. One by one, they enter the wash, a pair so neat and fine, But somehow, in the spin and whirl, one vanishes from the line. Oh, the frustration of the sock drawer, where chaos takes its hold, As...

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There once was a sock That was left at the laundromat His owner forgot to take it back and for a while in the dryer he sat Then someone else came and he tumbled again Then he was put in a bag and taken away he was soon taken out by a lady named...

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I'm tired of life with Smelly Sid - that sock just stinks of sweaty feet, no matter what they wash him in (in winter's bad, but summer heat...) I rolled out from the washing pile and got away from Sid, but then some boxers joined me - just my luck - and now I'm stuck with Skid-mark Sven. ...

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I am a blue sock. I'm the bluest sock there ever was. There never was a bluer sock, because I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz. We worked together as a pair. We lived a life of quiet pride. We'd protect those two feet - me and My hundred percent cotton bride. Did this life of duty bore...

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Once we were a matching pair, some days we’d get downbeat as we both couldn't abide the stench of sweaty cheesy feet! Our male owner would pop us in the washing machine with warm soapy suds we’d soon smell fresh and clean But now my ‘sole mate’ has gone missing and I am bereft I was worn on the right...

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Hello, I am a purple sock who has lost my mate recently, we were beloved by our owner and she is real devastated ! She liked to wear us in her dance shoes and we liked it too, we loved the whirling and twirling, and the leaping in the air. Oh, where are you ? We miss...

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Grandma knitted me and my brother, he is blue and I am pink. We fit snug in Sally's shoes, off to school or to play we go. Each week we get a warm bath, then go round and round in the dryer. Life was so much fun, until my blue brother took off. I sit all alone in Sally's dresser drawer, now the...

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In the land of the laundry room, a mystery does reside, Of the missing sock that vanished, leaving its mate behind. Was it a daring escape, a sock rebellion in the night? Or simply an accident, a case of sock flight? The lonely sock sits abandoned without its partner near, Hoping for a reunion, shedding a single tear. It dreams of...

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