A shoe dropped today,
the synic says in me,
another load of rubber,
lace and stitch
that will end up in sea.
Shores marched upon by waves
filtering pebbles, rocks and sand,
where shoes find their final grave
no matter how small or grand.
I love shoes and the sea
together a lot less so
on the beach my feet are free
that passion I let go.
Why oh why is it then
when across the world I go
I find these two things
in a constant to and fro?
Perhaps we have too many shoes
on this planet earth,
to keep up with soaring demand
of which humans did give birth.
No more, no more
donate and clear
be gone of guilt and greed,
walk upon the sand instead
with two sets of toes both free.
Tag Archives: Shoe Poetry
Shoe Poems 008: How many do you own?
How many pairs do you own?
If I tell you,
will you leave me alone?
Depends how many?
Is it a lot?
I don’t know the number,
must have forgot.
Surely someone like you should know?
Alright, I’ve got about 10 on the go.
I use to have an excel sheet,
But tracking my consumption made me weap.
Still not heard a number,
just words and cries,
If I gave you a number I would despise,
myself for owning so many shoes,
my fragile ego it would bruise,
so please,
don’t ask me any more.
Goodness gracious what a bore.
Then a bore I’ll be,
I’ve only got one pair can’t you see,
they’re currently tied up on my feet.
Shoe Poems 006: Everywhere
Everywhere you look, shoes are left to their demise. A universal sign of emptiness. Sat in a shop window. Sat by the front door. A pair to pop the to shops in. Knock about the house in. Take the bins out in. Kicked off in the heat of the moment. Dangling from a tree. A rite of a passage. Waiting for repair. Caught in a mosh pit. An impatient child. Lost by someone equally as lost. An angry ex. Too far gone. Too soggy for indoors. A drunken night out. A prank gone wrong. Unwanted waste. All without an owner. Unfinished stories. Open endings strewn across the floor.
Shoe Poems 005: Banana Shoes
A banana flavoured shoe
Would be an odd thing make.
Next thing you know
there'd be a shoe-favoured cake.
Banana-shaped and yellow
for the most quirky of fellows,
To lace them up around their feet,
The air around them would smell so sweet.
If you're a fan of yellow fruit,
and want to swap out your pair of old boots,
then by all means you should cop
when all the big brands next drop
a banana-themed and flavoured shoe
to show your friends who haven't a clue
that you really know what's hip and cool
Or that you're not a wannabe fool
So give these yellow trainers a feel
Don't let them convince you it's just the peel,
Because if you listen to what they say
You'll only wear them for the day
And in the compost they will go,
Biodegrading, losing their glow,
Cause they actually had great sex appeal,
Those shoes that looked like banana peel.
shoe poems 002
I once bought a shoe,
without the faintest of clues,
about how they'd fit on me trotters.
To my surprise,
they were perfect in size,
so now I feel a lot hotter.
shoe poems 001
leather, lace and rubber,
the places you'll discover,
with shoes on your feet,
so steer clear from your seat,
and you'll be moments away from each other.
wear shoes, write poems 