All poems found containing the word feet
Jeffrey P Fidler "shoot bullets at my feet"

Let's set fire to the waterparks
Say "I love you" only after dark
Cause in the light you'll throw me aside
and I'm fine with it
Yeah, I'm fine with it

And no one said that Love was easy
But they didn't mention that Hate wasn't hard
so rob my heart
when I'm not looking
Just like a candy bar
Like a candy bar

And eat it up
like you gobble stars
and still hate the fact
that you are who you are

so take a chance
ask me to dance
shoot bullets at my feet
To get past my defense

And I'm not saying "I love you"
but you intrigue me
So
you're worth more than anyone on this world

Jaya Gumatay "My feet are straddling the edge of the cliff."

It feels as if I’m drowning,
Waiting for someone to come and aid me,
But time keeps tick-tick-tocking away
As if it’s in a race.

I wonder if my soul is racing against other souls
To see who could outrun the other
Or who could swim more
Than the person next to them.

I wonder if my soul is determining
Whether or not
This fishbowl is worth
All the fight and struggle.

Because I like to think my brain and my heart
Are battling each other for dominance.
Battling each other to see who could outsmart the other,
To see which organ is needed more.

They say there’s plenty of fish in the sea,
But who’s to say
That there aren’t beasts and sharks
In the tank either?

A hundred miles below the horizon
Lie creatures that haven’t been discovered.
Different,
Yet so similar to our minds.

The grey matter that nurse our ideas
And cultivate them
They hide our innermost thoughts
And dreams lay hidden under them,
Waiting for the right moment to spring up.

My feet are straddling the edge of the cliff.
My heart’s racing,
And my mind is telling me to jump,
But I’m afraid of the unknown
And I don’t know what to expect
Once I dive in.

life
Alice Kay "lace where you are looking down at your feet,"

You stare off in a day dream,
in a place where you are looking down at your feet,
flying high above the ground.

But she keeps talking
oblivious to all but her own problems.

Michelle "They each had three feet!"

An evil green and yellow hand
Reaching from the closet
Drips and drops of drool
Are crashing the tense silence
Claws reach out from under the bed
Tortured faces loom
Wing flaps and screeches sound overhead
Echoing in the room
A scream tightens in your throat
And lunges through your mouth
Mom and Daddy come running
Lights click on, you can finally see
An ugly knitted sweater
The hanger topsy-turvy
The drips and drops aren’t drool
Unless the faucet is hungry
Every bear has its claws
But Teddy’s are first rate
Illumination from the nightlight
Casts shadows on the wall
And the ceiling fan is fast
Like the bouncing of a ball
The lights go out
Your parents leave
But another scream is building –
They each had three feet!

Rebecca Joy "all the World's below your feet,"

Little Lion Girl
show me all you have–
Roar as loud as you're aloud
and then a Little more.
all the World's below your feet,
Remember to Remember–
the grass the road the snow the mud
and all Steps in between
Little Lion Girl
I know you know Be Brave
Fear nothing you can't see–
What you can Fear their own
in Something Somewhere Somehow.
go on Little Lion Girl
show us all the way–
to Kingdom Come
to Peace and sweet Freedom
as you are night and day.
Little Lion Girl
not all see Light as you
you are Young and you are Pure
but one day that will End
and the Clouded may consume
Remember to Remember–
the grass the road the snow the blood
and all Smiles in between

Mary-Patrice "d my eyeball parade froze and my madman feet could dance no more"

That night, my eyes paraded along beige pages
Dripping with satire, self-loathing and daddy issues
And I felt the cynic in me dance like a madman
Who had just snapped the neck of a baby bird
Cruel and unsympathetic, but dancing all the same

And then my eyes met a string of printed black shapes
Which halted me, though lukewarm in comparison
To its sibling pushes of ink, jeering and suicidal

The shapes read,
“People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.”

It was something I'd touched several times before
But denied myself to hold on to
I would catch it like a leaf in the wind
Then my eyes would cross its black spots
And I would let it go, brushing my hands of it

But that night, in my madman craze and my sneering laughter,
I felt the familiar bother of a leaf orbiting my skull
And my eyeball parade froze and my madman feet could dance no more
So I lay there until I felt the sun blush and heard the birds begin to sing
For it was not one of their own laying still, plagued by demise

The book is Chuck Palahniuk's "Survivor"
Amanda Kosar "razy trying to dance with your two left feet?"

You want to be able to do everything,
Don't you, darling?
You want to be able to sing a song that awakens the soul,
To write words that people will live by.
You want to tell jokes that even the toughest crowd would laugh at,
And paint pictures that will evoke tears from the coldest hearts.

But did you ever think that maybe someone loves that you always burn the pancakes because you can never flip them in time?
Or how you look crazy trying to dance with your two left feet?
Maybe someone loves that gap in between your teeth because it makes your smile unique,
And how you complain that your hair never sits right on your head.

So before you long to be perfect,
Try embracing your imperfections.
Someone loves you for them.

Ashlie Margaritis "My feet sludge through the mud,"

My feet sludge through the mud,
my cheeks, red from the beating sun.
I don't know why I am in this desert,
thought it has rained here just days ago.

I was watching you through the rain
gazing, your eyes melt through mine.
Felt a cold touch in my heart...
It was the detachment from our souls,
they are finally joining to meet.
So long I have lost you,
now here we both stand.
It was here in the water,
in the desert sun,
I found you once again.

I beg the boiling sky,
I beg the now dry land,
to bring me back to him,
so our hands could clasp as well.
I don't know the days,
I barely know the time,
hours we have parted,
without ever saying goodbye.

But my eyes grow weak,
bleary and exhausted.
I long to close them, thinking of you...
we will meet again in the next life.
My love, I am so sure of it.

We will be here once again.

aria xero "cut up feet"

i'm still free
uncaged
this bird
flies on.
Hold tight
for bitter
relief only
tastes sweet
with stability.

Graceful
bird
dance on
wind floors,
cut up feet
never felt
so good.
breathe in
the light
you seek.

Little bird
no need to flee,
fly on to freedom
warmth embraces
those in need.

George Krokos "A pilgrimage to Thy feet someday I hope to make"

A pilgrimage to Thy feet someday I hope to make
where I no longer will be, except as dust, for my sake
to please You and seek Your pleasure to date
when knowing You are really my best mate.
If You appear to be hard on me I will know
there's something more You wish me to forego.

You have a habit of working in unfathomable ways
mind boggling to those who attempt such displays
as knowing Your will when Your whim's holding sway
revealing their ignorance and causing some dismay.

You have and use the capacity of a universal mind
staggering to the imagination leaving it far behind,
being the subtlest of the subtle and pervading all planes
throughout the three worlds You're the One who entertains.
Whether in apparent joy or sorrow remaining always the same
established in reality and far beyond the opposites' game.

You're the perfect mirror reflecting what and where we are;
as being unrealistic and caught in illusion, not going very far.
When we recognise our situation and let You take us by the hand,
with all faith and humility, we can reach that place where You stand.

Outwardly You appear to have a most unassuming stature
yet inwardly possessing spiritual wealth of an infinite nature.
You radiate divine love to all who come before You;
in Thy presence it's like drowning and melting into
a supremely blissful existence beyond any worldly experience.
An intense yet somewhat cooling fire of love, in all conscience
like an inner awakening and emerging into a fathomless being,
all around as inseparable parts of an infinite ocean and seeing
that there is nothing else to behold in formless eternity
which is really our true nature and immaculate reality.

You have indicated that You're the One many seek but so few find
and that You are the Ancient One; being The Only One of a kind.
This time around though You have come not to teach but to awaken
and by remaining silent, through Your silence, the world will be shaken.
Perhaps like an oncoming storm where lightning is seen before thunder
Your glory will manifest regardless of what is going on down under.
Eventually ushering in the New Humanity of which You have spoken
and uttering One Word, everywhere resounding, Your silence is broken.
Revealing Your greatest manifestation as You long ago stated
thence Your Final Declaration will thus never be outdated.
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You exist eternally having no beginning or end
and in reality You're the most sought after friend.
In those who are pure at heart and mind You are so easily found,
and if anyone learns to speak Your language You always come around.
In times of need, especially when the world is in much turmoil,
You make Your appearance on earth undergoing incredible toil.
To one and all You give each a gentle push forward
doing Your ages old duty bringing all closer toward
that state of existence which is indescribable for any to express
making available Your glorious nature by compassion nevertheless.

You are the Avatar - God incarnate in human form,
the oldest and wisest being exceeding all rivals born.
In each new age that You are brought down
by those Five who have been chosen to crown
You as The Highest of the High and hand over the reins
of the entire creation for You to steer away from the pains
and hidden fears of seemingly premature self-destruction,
by Thine infinite divine attributes You overcome all obstruction.

You haven't come here to establish a new society, organization or religion bring
but to revitalise and bring together all that have come before like beads on a string.
Undergoing infinite suffering while in the body for humanity's sake You are
only asking for love in return from those who know You as MEHER BABA.

A great deal of Thy work was done with those Wayfarer souls,
Thine intimate lovers, scattered all around, playing their unique roles,
but appearing somewhat dazed and destitute like other madmen around,
You recognised they were intoxicated from Divine Love true and profound.
Nourishing and satisfying their inner yearnings You helped them all get along
and when realising Whom they were with, knew it was to You they did belong.
Also You washed, clothed and fed many of the other unfortunate ones
sharing with each an intimate moment of love for which You had come.
It was because of Thy greatness and glory that You achieved all this and more
showing all mankind, by love and compassion, the road that leads to Your door.

AVATAR MEHER BABA KI JAI
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This is a poem about a person known as Meher Baba whom many people believe to be the Avatar of the Age - God in human form - Who comes down to earth once every several hundred or a thousand plus years to guide humanity through a difficult period in its evolution and at the beginning of a New Age.  Due to the amount of readers encouragement I have combined Parts 1 & 2 as it should be read in its entirety to gain real benefit. I apologize for any inconvenience. From my unpublished book titled "The Seeds Of Life" compiled in 1996.
 
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