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Dee Jan 25
Socks are mismatched,
Often one is lost,
Waiting to find it's match,
That has been vanquished by the washing machine.

We fight over that one lost sock,
Blaming each other,
Calling into question,
Our ability to wash each other's laundry.

Back and forth we go,
Fighting over socks,
Searching the washing machine,
For that one lost sock

I'm left staring,
The ****** washing machine still open,
Wondering why we're fighting,
Over missing and lost socks,

When all I really want,
Is to see your missing and mismatched socks,
Resting next to mine,
In the hollow drawer.
FloydBrandon Jul 2020
I wanna do nothing

I wanna take naps

I wanna do something

I wanna **** cats

I wanna go nowhere

I wanna stay home

I wanna go somewhere

I wanna scare ghosts

I wanna be neutral

I wanna be matte

I wanna stab someone

I wanna get stabbed

I wanna be summer

I wanna be socks

I wanna fight highways

I wanna **** dogs

i am an idiot.
Poetic T May 2020
Misplaced deliberations,
        oh where did  I leave you?

Like mislaid socks,
              I wear
mismatched thoughts

nicely fitting but not right.
Jonathan Moya Mar 2020
I lose one sock every other washing.
The wisdom of the washer and dryer
says that God is stockpiling the lost one
to be reunited with the other in heaven.
Does that mean those with perfectly
mated, never separated pairs, are
doomed to the spin dry of eternal hell?
But then, it’s Smart of God, not letting me
hop around on one foot in my nakedness.

Socks are greater than love.  
They remind us that things
lost will eventually be found,
show the foolishness of looking
back to see what’s coming.
They are reminders that
rain is the reason clotheslines
have disappeared.
Tommy Randell Feb 2020
I look down and see a pair
Others see two odd ones
What I can see is clearly there
To them is just as clearly wrong

Such is life in all its aspects
Such is class, race, and creed
I see beauty, they see defects
They hear defiance, I sense need

I keep my socks mixed in a jar
I know exactly where they are
They fit my feet and that's enough
I don't even have to look

Not worried about the colour
Don't care about the spots
Socks see themselves as brothers
That the other is not lost

It's a sockism
All socks are foot-shaped
It's a truism
Life is better pair-shaped
FloydBrandon Nov 2019
Knock knock
Block’s off
Have you seen
those have not’s
Walk walk
talk talk
Throw it up
or not not
Tater tots in train socks
Hit you with their rocks soft
Kick you round the house party
Whip you out the dog park
Bark bark
Hot tar
Feather pardoned
Hard scars
Mop mop
Drop chopped
Bodies in the saw dust
Knock knock.

Sound up
Ground off.
Dream Fisher Dec 2019
I'm the jewelery behind the cage
That nobody wants to buy
But catches your eye for a minute.
Shining because I was shined
Until within goes dark again,
They pull me out to be cleaned and grin
Then everyone goes home
But in the cages they leave the lights on
So while the rest sleep, my head still spins.

I'm the mismatched socks you don't wear,
Can't throw them out, so they stay there.
Piled under everything new to come
I've got a hole in my sole, threads undone.
You pull to stop the little bleed.
More and more string starts coming free.
Until I'm tangled and you're entangled in me.

I'm the poet that doesn't get read
But continues to write so he might go to bed
Tommy Randell Nov 2019
I taught all kinds of people
All kinds of simple things
Equations for this that
Or the other,
And sometimes the outcomes
Made stuff better
In their heads or in the World
But that didn matter
Cos I was already walking
Every time
Out of their puzzle and onto
Some next one
And sometimes the algebra
I taught had solutions
That were guilt for them
Or me or Us
And sometimes it was just Truth -

And, the reason I dont
Wear socks in pairs
Is cos all the time they wear out
One sock at a time
B D Caissie Oct 2019
Socks and sandals a fashion faux pas?
I've been told that its an unspoken law.

Whether they're  thick or thin, woolen or silky.
As long as they hide feet so pale and milky.

Not only do they keep my toes toasty warm.
But cover those hideous and unsightly corns
wc Oct 2019
i have always loved
my wacky socks more than all
of my other clothes

they started mismatched
then all knee highs, and now they
are so colourful

they're still mismatched and
knee high sometimes, but all i
want is wacky socks

socks are anything
and everything, a nice,
unique part of me
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