#heel
I've never been one to rhyme,
An Achilles tendon persistent over time.
Chains that bind my hands,
Leaving my poems devistatingly bland.
It may ail me for life,
I may give up, after years of strife.
Someone told me free verse was harder,
I loved them too much to barter.
You see, rhyming is a skill I lack,
I take every syllable as a personal attack.
Failure is hard, unbearable,
But not trying is a shackle, unwearable.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 2:55 AM UTC
Dogs don't talk
This is so true
If you talk to a dog
It will just look at you
It may not understand, but
just certain commands,
Sit, roll over, bark, heel and to stand,
Whatever the case they
are a man's best friend.
They're just like family
There your friend to the end
A compnay keeper, and
can help you to mend
If you feel down and out, and
a burden is heavy,
your happy doggy senses and
Will help you feel merry
they can fetch a ball, or
You can take them for walk,
This World would be bananas
If dogs Start to talk!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/3/2026
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
writhe under the boot,
a heel you were born to
its imprint pressed onto your cheek
a mark you'll bare no matter the distance
in the pursuit of liberty
in hopes of justice
just for a chance at happiness
where did our virtues go?
were there ever any at all?
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
A metallic heel,
six inches of steel
slowly piercing the skin
finding that gap
between the ribs
nobody ever dies of pain;
internal bleeding
and ***** failure follow
six inches of steel
as it's slowly dug in
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Little boy blue
In love with his shoe
Polish and clean
So fondly you gleam
Smile in delight
Scuffs in spite
Return to anew
You and your laced shoe
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
You've heard all of my stories.
You're versed in what I do,
but when I ask it of you,
you won't try anything new.
Tell me,
how should we progress, then?
Or would you like to stay
within the shade forever,
never knowing, never knowing
more
more
more
more
more
more
more?
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
She strutted on the street
with heels the colour of blood
that came from broken hearts
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
Heels harder than steel
Sharper still
In his heart
Smooth arks
Curves looping
Strong desires
Cutting loose
Weak restraints
Through frail defenses
His achilles heel
A separate entity
Embodied in the shape
Of a fallen angel
Insatiably inviting
The arrows of Apollo
Choosing carefully
Her Paris-es
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
It is her spirit
you fell in love with.
Be careful
not to crush it –
shards
beneath your heel –
shattered glass remains
shattered glass.
I held up the mirror
just to see
if you were as unrecognizable
as me.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
He always said he hated how people always left, yet now in retrospect, he was the one who turned his heel and shut the door on his way out but left the window open to carry in the chilling draft of lonliness.
(ps-He always said he wanted to be like the people I always wrote about. Funny how his wish came true.)
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
She always had a way of standing above her circumstances.
Even in the way she dressed, it was like she was going somewhere better later. Yet above her logic and even above her poise she held within her a jar of emotion locked inside for the one worthy. The jar was hidden and no one knew just all that hid underneath the soles of her Jimmy Choo's. And my God she was brilliant, and my God she could make it on her own; but she didn't want to.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC