#feet poems on Hello Poetry

Aditya Shankar Sep 2014

Flow

Light fades away slow
And your feet move backwards
Underwater, underwater now
Shh shh shh, bubbles of time
Float by your eyes, glimmering
Glimmering
Black; in the dark every thing drowns
Back back back, you go now
Flow back, rewind to the start
Shh shh shh, it begins now

All interpretations are welcome :)

#dark #light #feet #back #flow #bubbles #underwater #glimmering

Hayley Cusick Sep 2014

(Nothing Left)

Life sustains with a flicker,
but lives with a flame.

A noose slips when your feet do,
and a gun fires when there is nothing left
to claim.

#love #gun #fire #lost #fall #is #feet #noose #slip

Adia Heart Sep 2014

Toes

I like my bare feet
right in front of the fan.
It tickles,
the wind;
blowing kisses on my toes.
My toenails are red.
I'd just noticed; I'd forgotten
how I painted them shiny
as I hummed nonsense words.
It's chipping off now,
I'd have to repaint them.
Blue?
Purple?
No, I'll stick to red.
Red has many meanings
but I do not care much for them.
Some things are better left simple -
My toenails are just one of those things.

I was wiggling my feet and just felt like writing about them. The wind feels amazing and I really do need to repaint my toenails.

#poem #poetry #daily #red #feet #wind #colours #toe #nailpolish #toenails

J A M Aug 2014

The Troll

The wee little troll
He licked my arm
I really don't think
He meant any harm
****** and disgusting
In his piggish ways
He moves very slowly
And begins to play
In his pointy shoes
He runs and frolics
Falls on his face
Wrinkles his nose
Decides to sit down
And begin to show
How he can behave
To receive his treat
Which is a nice rub
To his wee, little, feet

#feet #shoes #disgusting #lick #frolic #troll #wee #piggish #pointy

Olga Valerevna Aug 2014

Hands & Feet

When everything is heavy but you cannot feel the
weight
You must've put the balances on someone else's
fate
And that was the beginning of the end that you will
see
A shallow recognition of the life you chose to
leave
It happens all too often, people give themselves
away
Accept the hands of others when they think they cannot
stay
But even if the truth puts reassurance in their
heads
The power they possess is like a prison for the
dead
Because you aren't walking and your feet are not your
own
You haven't the ability to set a different tone

for me, for those who give it all away

#hands #feet

The Unknown Aug 2014

Upon my feet

Well, I set out upon my feet, underneath the rain-killing heat
and pain is all we tend to greet, when honestly all is well
I looked behind me not to find was it the liars or the kind?
with human eyes we still are blind, so how can we ever tell?
my mother’s car came running down, reflecting the sun’s yell
and into its door I fell

#pain #sun #rain #blind #kind #feet #heat #liars #greet

AAR KHAN Aug 2014

A 2nd broken heart

I wish I would have 2nd heart ,
I would still have given second one 2 u ,
2 break it like u did with first 1,
and with a smile still cares that pieces would not hurt ur feet.................

first time in my life when i felt hurt and betrayed

#broken #heart #break #hurt #smile #feet #pieces #care

Unknown Aug 2014

Seven Floors Down

Memories crumble to dust
Bricks of remembrance
Thrown angrily from the windows of my eyes
Shattering the glass seven floors up

At the bottom
The feet of those on the first floor
Had to walk on shards of regret
A treacherous, ****** movement
And in the end got no where
But back to the stained carpets
Screaming inside the walls
Of a house
Not a home

The second floor
Tenants fell to their knees
Begging for the first floor
To relax
The commotion was just
Too much too handle
Rattling the weakened, buckled walls

The third floor
They were frightened from the up rise of chaos
Got sick to the stomach
And doubled over in pained retrospect
Because they left their windows open
And swallowed air
Instead of pride

The fourth floor
Was broken beyond repair
Cracked right down the middle
Blood seeped from it's fissured walls
Like an arrow wound to the heart
Those inside sprawled in puddles of conflict

The fifth floor
Was out of bandages
For the fourth floor
They used them for mouth covers
So the sixth floor above couldn't smell
The lies on their breath

The sixth floor
Always did hold a nose in the air
But that couldn't hide them from trouble
They were stuffy, and often full
As though the tears that often ran down the bridges
Were more than the emotional pressures
They could carry at once

The seventh floor
Was tired of everything
Constantly red and with teary eyes
They stared down upon the whole scene
Disgusted with the image presented
So they threw the newest memories out
And watched them crumble to dust
Seven floors down

#life #heart #memories #feet #mouth #existance #knees #stomach #floors #buldings