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You think things I won’t
You think things I shouldn’t
You think things I wouldn’t
You need things I couldn’t
You need things I’ve hidden  
You read things I’d never
You love things whenever
You love things forever
You kiss things redder
You trust things better
You cut things deeper
You make things greater
You do things incredible
You fix things broken
You help things grow
You think things slow
You risk things failing
You destroy things on purpose
You make things difficult
You hurt things I care about
You make things bleed
You borrow things then steal
You say things and retreat
You **** things and weep
You feel things
You write things are empty
You look things in the eyes
You do things to pass the time
You love things at times
You hate things otherwise
You treat things gently
You eat things heavily
You feel things
You love things
You think things
You live things
You move things forward
You hold things back
You let things go
You let things happen
You try things out
What does a kiss on a soft cheek cost?
A heart?
Laid in her palms
Is that the price?

Or a soul
Should it be
At her feet
Sacrificed?

Or maybe the time that is left
The last breath
The final sigh
In return
For a moment,
For lips to touch?

Tell me
What more should someone offer?
What more will she ask?

For the right
To rest
Two weary pilgrims
My longing lips
on the sacred land
of her cheek?
ja sch Apr 13
I lay at night
no feet in sight
my mouth craves fillings
with your delicius underpinnings

i want to taste the silk like texture
please let me feel this guilty pleasure
and as filty as they may be
that is no callenge for a man like me

what i am asking
is not too much to demand
because we both would be winning
with this little covenant

you gain a beautifully cleaned base
and i will be happy
grinning over my whole face
so dont be scrappy
Written for a female **** teacher from slovenia or sum
Kiki Apr 11
Pretty pretty,
Why so pretty?
Did I confuse pretty?
Be yourself pretty.
Fumbletongue Apr 5
On a foggy dawn, as the socks were drawn,
The toes prepared for battle.
The pinky declared, with lint in his hair,
“We’ll rattle those phalanges’ cattle!”

Big Toe led the charge with mighty arch,
And Second Toe braced his shield.
They clashed in glee on the knobby sea
Of the wrinkly battlefield.

The bunions bellowed, the corns would cry,
While calluses thickened their skins,
And nails like blades in jagged shades
Clattered with fearsome grins.

Then Little Piggy, with shrill wee-wee,
Let loose a mighty squeal:
“I’ve had enough, your stench is rough-
Our truce, let’s make it real!”

So Big Toe sighed and put down his pride,
And Second Toe did too.
The toes all hugged (though they all still bugged),
As feet so often do.

And thus it went, till the socks were spent,
And shoes enclosed their truce.
No more they’d fight in the stinky night-
They’d save it for when they’re loose.
I really hate socks and shoes to be honest. I am a barefoot girl anytime I can. Just a silly poem because I can
If there's rain in the sky,
Thunder in the clouds,
The we will take our two feet,
A run through these grounds.

If the fields are drenched,
Then let them be,
Wheat will sprout bountiful,
From the fresh water tears of the sky.

They will hear our feet pounding,
Louder than thunder,
Greater than the storm,
Tiocfaidh ár lá!
Happy St. Paddy's day!
Heidi Franke Jan 15
There was a shoe
Black and white tartan pattern
Woven ***** white laces
That walked
In aimless directions for its master

The rubber sole sturdy
No matter the terrain
Of homeless encampments
Rocky back alleys
Snow climbed inside the bare foot

"Can you bring me some socks"
When you called that winter afternoon, the sun fading
"My toes are so cold"
Our house but a mile away
And you almost die at my feet
Heidi Franke Dec 2024
My tongue left me lost
Telling stories of jungle and mirth
Vines around my voice
Sounds that were not mine
Leaked out

My mind escaped all my plans
Evading the minstrel of imagination
Symbolically dampening my conceptions
Reluctant troupe performance
A coy castaway

My legs marched without me
Trampled every blade of grass
Concluding I have no where left to run
No path at all
Upright disorderly conduct
On two feet

My heart forbade another beat
Leaving a bowl of dust to swirl
Aimless joys and sorrows
Suddenly freeze dried
coagulant
Without conduction for lust
Or anger
Thumpless

My life dropping out of sight
Evading the drones
Searching for me
Here I lay in this late hour
Evaporating like the rain puddle
With no where to go
On the hottest day of the year
Dissipating until
I vanish
Growing old challenges. Nothing is what it was before. Seems like a dream. If only I had paid more attention to the moments.
Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024
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Oh, speak to me of these elusive dancing shoes;
for a love that could unfold so easily as a dance,
but I’m stumbling, lacking the steps to formerly romance –
It fills my heart with sadness, this reliance to chance,
for in the blink of an eye,

                I may have already missed my chance.
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