"aglets" poems - Hello Poetry

A Shoelace Knot (An English Assignment) A shoelace dangles between my fingers. It is my gift to you this Valentine. It's a bit muddy, stinks of sock and is coloured a fading blue The aglets still remain, but are worn with use, something like my feelings for you. I know you love cheesiness and chocolate, But accept it, my love, for it belongs to the shoe, that led me to where you stood. Tie it around your wrist, so that I'll stay around you, in your mind, around your beating pulse, lest you forget all the journeys we undertook. Look. The string is tearing at places, but we'll just tie a knot again. We'll be inseparable and true. I fall with your fall, and you match your footsteps to mine, because like the tied shoelace, our lives are tangled and knotted. Accept my gift, an old shoelace and tie us together Tight.

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC

kailasha

A Shoelace Knot (An English Assignment)

A Shoelace Knot (An English Assignment) A shoelace dangles between my fingers. It is my gift to you this Valentine. It's a bit muddy, stinks of sock and is coloured a fading blue The aglets still remain, but are worn with use, something like my feelings for you. I know you love cheesiness and chocolate, But accept it, my love, for it belongs to the shoe, that led me to where you stood. Tie it around your wrist, so that I'll stay around you, in your mind, around your beating pulse, lest you forget all the journeys we undertook. Look. The string is tearing at places, but we'll just tie a knot again. We'll be inseparable and true. I fall with your fall, and you match your footsteps to mine, because like the tied shoelace, our lives are tangled and knotted. Accept my gift, an old shoelace and tie us together Tight.

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My aglets are wearing thin from the miles crossed by the traversing of my soul rivers run in valleys unseen and unheard of from the cockpit of horseless carriages fair Columbia boasts of beauty untold ancient Gaia all the more Psyche prevails topography of the mind vast and uncharted with room for leviathans and behemoths lurking in the recesses of our soul my aglet is wearing thin Jupiter can never measure Neptune can never fathom nor Hades bind the content of my character I have perceived mysteries unheard before a quarter past awake from slumber your aglet is wearing thin

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Apr 12, 2011

Apr 12, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC

barnabassmith

Aglets

My aglets are wearing thin from the miles crossed by the traversing of my soul rivers run in valleys unseen and unheard of from the cockpit of horseless carriages fair Columbia boasts of beauty untold ancient Gaia all the more Psyche prevails topography of the mind vast and uncharted with room for leviathans and behemoths lurking in the recesses of our soul my aglet is wearing thin Jupiter can never measure Neptune can never fathom nor Hades bind the content of my character I have perceived mysteries unheard before a quarter past awake from slumber your aglet is wearing thin

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*She had roses in her ears I had dirt in my nails She had steel aglets I had a webbed heart She had dandelions in her toes I had dragons in my veins She had mercury eyes I had pebble blood And together we were broken Delicately alone Together we sliced the sky Shredded starlight She had ochre in her highlights I had dust in my dreams She had shattered promises I had her rusted hand*

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Oct 12, 2012

Oct 12, 2012 at 12:45 PM UTC

kayla-lynn

Steel Aglets

*She had roses in her ears I had dirt in my nails She had steel aglets I had a webbed heart She had dandelions in her toes I had dragons in my veins She had mercury eyes I had pebble blood And together we were broken Delicately alone Together we sliced the sky Shredded starlight She had ochre in her highlights I had dust in my dreams She had shattered promises I had her rusted hand*

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I was dust on the bottom of your ******* shoe The aglets of your untied ***** mangled lace Grinding violently on my Unnoticed surface space, And I just sat there clinging to The part of you , you’d let me see Wishing to be something. Seems silly now that I didn’t know If I wanted to grow up All I had to do was Let it the **** go, Lay on musk moss and dirt Forget the things I said About being hurt and hard Get over myself and see that I’m so God **** perfect Sensational, inalienable and only Every fool I’ve ever known wouldn’t love me. My self included sorry. Maybe I was made to fall apart, Crumble to dust, spontaneously combust Die and when buried Discover the seed in the dust Burst forth in green sprouts In search of sun rays After sun rays Like new growth After hard rain Or flowers Escaping sidewalks chains Braking through like new days I have fresh tears Over growing pains.

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Jun 21, 2012

Jun 21, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC

best-to-remain-unnamed

Growing pains

I was dust on the bottom of your ******* shoe The aglets of your untied ***** mangled lace Grinding violently on my Unnoticed surface space, And I just sat there clinging to The part of you , you’d let me see Wishing to be something. Seems silly now that I didn’t know If I wanted to grow up All I had to do was Let it the **** go, Lay on musk moss and dirt Forget the things I said About being hurt and hard Get over myself and see that I’m so God **** perfect Sensational, inalienable and only Every fool I’ve ever known wouldn’t love me. My self included sorry. Maybe I was made to fall apart, Crumble to dust, spontaneously combust Die and when buried Discover the seed in the dust Burst forth in green sprouts In search of sun rays After sun rays Like new growth After hard rain Or flowers Escaping sidewalks chains Braking through like new days I have fresh tears Over growing pains.

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have you ever rubbed a piece of chalk on the asphalt shading some beautiful image only to be washed away in next tuesday’s rain? have you noticed how the chalk disappears under your fingers? imagine the ends of your dna (it’s a leap, but picture it) a protective coating like the aglets of your shoelaces guarding the fragile building blocks of you and once those telomeres break down your dna frays like so much loose cloth and your fragile little human copy machine makes bad copies that is how we age beautifully gracefully like chalk being rubbed smooth on the sidewalk only to be washed away in tuesday’s rain

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May 11, 2019

May 11, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC

patrick-john-kiernan

fraying

have you ever rubbed a piece of chalk on the asphalt shading some beautiful image only to be washed away in next tuesday’s rain? have you noticed how the chalk disappears under your fingers? imagine the ends of your dna (it’s a leap, but picture it) a protective coating like the aglets of your shoelaces guarding the fragile building blocks of you and once those telomeres break down your dna frays like so much loose cloth and your fragile little human copy machine makes bad copies that is how we age beautifully gracefully like chalk being rubbed smooth on the sidewalk only to be washed away in tuesday’s rain

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On my way out into the yard (always the yard) I slip over the threshold. Shoes slipped on subconsciously. Imprinted habits stored somewhere unknown. At the cliff below the lip of the threshold a pile of shoes and their rubbery texture break my fall but they’re in the way. They’re always in the way. A tangled bunch of laces, knots and, aglets so much complicated than my pair of flip flops. I consciously step on the pile. Maybe out of spite, anger. With this motion completed, I look down at my own shoes only to see that they’re on the wrong feet. Yet, as wrong as it may seem, I leave them as they are.

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Nov 4, 2024

Nov 4, 2024 at 4:52 AM UTC

Perlaaag

Backyard Mountaineer

On my way out into the yard (always the yard) I slip over the threshold. Shoes slipped on subconsciously. Imprinted habits stored somewhere unknown. At the cliff below the lip of the threshold a pile of shoes and their rubbery texture break my fall but they’re in the way. They’re always in the way. A tangled bunch of laces, knots and, aglets so much complicated than my pair of flip flops. I consciously step on the pile. Maybe out of spite, anger. With this motion completed, I look down at my own shoes only to see that they’re on the wrong feet. Yet, as wrong as it may seem, I leave them as they are.

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