Two Left Feet Poems - Poems about Two Left Feet

she’s never been right, tripping over everyone’s laces. it’s like a laser field, where she bumps into every bruise. she ducks and limps, with charlie brown, circling bases. her braids tangled and barely reaching the rescuing prince. to make matters worse, he plucks grays as he makes his ascent. her head aches, with every step of the ladder, making him...

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A sprinkle A dribble Unravel something that was simple Words like holograms Giving you stunning visuals Golden glowing sands Exotic overflowing lands Like a blind man I read your poetry beauty with curious hands Chopped up small bits of romance She loves high class fragrances from France Caught in whirlwind dance of a love trance No other way to end this poem But in a spinning b-boy...

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I don't want to dance Daddy you'll step on my feet I haven't any um-pa-pa dancing's not my treat. If I could stand on your shoes Dad then we'd slide cross the floor I'd know we'd do it, oh so right, and Mother would adore. I don't want to dance my Dear you'll step on my feet. we haven't any um-pa-pa dancing's not my treat Oh Daddy...

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I tried bending words with sincere hope only to discover my right intentions went left! © All Rights Reserved .......For Barbara's Contest...

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“I really can’t dance” I said But you insisted on it anyway As I sat with my arms folded Sulking like a child. “I won’t laugh, I promise” you coaxed Your bare feet moving gracefully On the hard oak floor. Graceful as that damn dog you loved so much With the long ears that never could run straight. I grumbled beneath that...

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sad heart fleeting and bleeding this last beat is taking its bitter sweet time love song singing and screaming just when the beat starts sticking you switch up the rhyme loose lips for kissing and telling bet i can get 'em yelling or at least make them sigh cracked door for waiting and watching seems i have caught you lying (under another guy)...

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On a fire-cracked Sunday we started the laughter peeling the rind off the sun dripping juice Burning the grass with each step that we took, as we danced~ Never a keeper of soul, Never one to put up a jive with left feet like rocks I break into smiles You are no better Hip shakes in giggles Brimming the air with the snapping of twigs Sun soaked delirium limeade on...

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