The Life of Shoes

Open-toed, slingbacks and heels
you ever thought of how it feels,
every day to walk the street
filled with all your smelly feet?

Big toes, little toes, all inbetween
I must admit, I've never been keen
heels and soles are just as bad
the life of a shoe is really sad

We walk down streets of cobbled stones,
some walk up carpets to big thrones!
But trainers have the awfullest deal
trudging around on muddy fields

We're rubbed and polished 'til we shine,
"Your shoes are great, but look at mine!"
Until one day we fall apart,
then we're thrown onto the dustbin cart

And so you see the life of shoes
is not so great, we always lose
so give a thought to your trusty pair
next time you leave them out to air.


I wrote this poem a few years ago when I wondered if it were possible to write a poem about anything. I looked around my room for an object to write about and my shoe rack caught my attention. It turns out that not only can you write a poem about practically anything - it can be fun too!!

Desperate

Desperate, she stands there
desperate for someone to take away her pain,
the agony that's tearing her apart.

Lonely, she falls there
lonely and trying to hide behind a hidden wall,
a wall she's built around her broken form.

Broken, she lies there
broken by the world's crushing force,
the force that was too much for her fragile being.

If only someone had seen...

I wrote this poem when I was in the Sixth Form as I waited for my next exam to start. It was a grey day and the rain was pouring down but it was quiet where I sat and as a girl came running past me in tears closely followed by a comforting friend I began to write this. It took me almost 5 more years and lots of pain to realise that this poem was about myself.

The Greatest Gift

The greatest gift that I could give would be an unseen hand
embracing life across the earth, in sky and sea and land,
I'd give my very best to all, to help them through their pain
and share with them their greatest joy and celebrate their gain,
I'd shine upon the smallest flower and water it with tears
so it would grow to be quite strong, and conquer all its fears,
I'd help them all to learn to know they'd never be alone
for love unseen is all they need to make them feel at home,
my love for you is what I give, to help you understand
that deep inside your very being lives this unseen hand.

I wrote this poem when I was in the Sixth Form. I can't remember what inspired it but the line "water it with tears" is a tribute to the emotive poetry of William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience.

One Day

To hold you in my arms
just one time,
my heart would melt.

The look in your eyes
so loving and free,
my fears would die.

To kiss your lips
tender and true,
my tears would dry.

To know you
your true self,
knowing how I felt...

One day
My Love,
I hope.


I wrote this poem when I was 18 and it is about the feeling of being in love and the hope of feeling that way once more.