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These boots were made for walkin’

Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
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Poetry Contest

Write an introspective poem inspired by the memory of a pair of shoes

*mic check mic check… 123..321* is this thing on?

.. ah there we go.

Welcome to this contest. 🎤

For this comp, I would like you to look at the above pictures of different pairs of shoes and choose one. Write an introspective poem about a memory that pair of shoes triggers. See where it takes you.

Extra points for thinking outside the box and not just being lineal on this one.

Notes

• No erotica.
• Audio / visual / video allowed.
• No word count limits. Just don’t go nuts. I wear glasses for a reason.
• Please give a nod in your author’s note somewhere on which picture you used as inspiration.
• Comp judged by host
• New writes only
• Two weeks

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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Fire of Insight
Portugal 17awards
Joined 26th May 2022
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Kiev Sneakers

These sneakers are like a time machine
lost in a Kiev alley...
They keep the memories of those who used them
and the stories that were never written.
They witnessed the glory and the pain
of a city that has transformed.
They saw the revolution and the war
and the dream that shattered.

Sneakers that were worn on a boy's feet
who ran through the streets without fear.
They jumped over the walls and the roofs
and explored every corner and secret.
They followed the steps of a young girl
who fought for freedom and peace.
They marched with the crowds and shouted
and resisted the shots and attacks.
They comforted an old man's feet
who wandered around the city aimlessly...
They stepped over the ashes and rubble
And they cried for those who were gone

These sneakers are like a time machine
lost in a Kiev alley!
They wait for someone to find them
and take them to another place and time.
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Anne-Ri999
Thought Provoker
Norway 5awards
Joined 16th Aug 2023
Forum Posts: 128

When sepia was a color

It was not for the lacing  
intertwined ribbons  
camouflaged craving  
exhibits kept
 
though brackish water  
was never fit for walking  
campfire ballet eyes  
 
narrow hallways  
soles unsoiled  
we sewed and mended  
with frost bitten hands  
 
for these saviors  
bore reservoir resemblance  
shaded petticoats  
angry bones  
fish net stockings  
anarchistic hearts  
 
honor  
to the outliving  
 
I could crave lofty peaks  
spit fiery dew  
into undead glossaries  
 
these shoes  
made from  
 
dusk  
dust  
life  
art  
 
 
copyrights © owned by Ri
Written by Anne-Ri999
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
England 33awards
Joined 10th Jan 2021
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PAR and Anne-Ri - thanks for starting things off. Lovely stuff.

WillowsWhimsies
Dangerous Mind
United States 16awards
Joined 8th Mar 2016
Forum Posts: 247

that girl

she didn't know how to relate
couldn't speak their language
she only knew what they wanted
so the 34" inseam on her 5'2" frame
bore the tiniest of skirts over those bare legs
always adding a little height to her stature
letting her walking do the talking
in an undulating fashion she worked those lush hips
they gawked as those little scraps of fabric swished
not really understanding...knowing only that it got them
heads on the swivel
whistle passing lips
you work with what you're given
and she put in the overtime
seeking that elusive connection
heart to heart...mind to mind
she kept trying to look beyond their exterior
hoping for more...
...more love
...more belonging
...more time
while they stalked that notch on the headboard
only hung around until the next fresh thing
as the years went by the skirts grew longer & fuller
shoes kicked into a corner
shrinking in dimension
hope slipping a bit more with each failure
until she finally withdrew
not enough air bubbles could be found
under the flood of her emotions
one sobbing shudder after another...
...she eventually drowned
I wish I could have told her
but at the time I never knew
she placed her value on her body...mere sex
but her true gift was priceless
I'm still working it out but I know more now
not one of those hungry tom cats ever touched it
though they probably sensed its presence
her spirit...her strength...was endless
tap that & they could have had a wildcat
but all they ever got was a little fun...before they moved on
all the searches she embarked on...
...she was looking to them...
...when all she really needed...
...was to find herself
I've been painting her portrait one poem at a time
one day maybe we'll both believe
she's a badass...same as me




inspired by These boots were made for walkin' comp; pink heels & bare foot image
Written by WillowsWhimsies
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
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Lovely stuff WillowsWhimsies. Thank you kindly m’dear :)

jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Thought Provoker
United States 4awards
Joined 5th Oct 2023
Forum Posts: 70

Footwear

Boots and shoes, I have worn them all.
From the white, crinkly go-go boots when I was seven years old,
to the ballet shoes I tried thinking that’s what I wanted to be.
The cowboy boots my stepmother insisted that my sister and I must have,
if we were going to ride horses then shit-kickers were in demand.
The rubber boots I wore to walk through the shallow puddles of Pine Creek,
slightly made me feel somewhat safe against the hissing snakes.
My favorite tennis shoes, brown and orange in the late 70’s,
went with my uniform when I was bussing tables.
High heels I had to try but they were really not for me,
clumsy as I was, I’d be falling to my knees.
Slippers are my style, soft and cozy on the feet,
toasty during those winter days they make my feet complete.
Written by jmcchesnie (Joylyn)
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LongTubiFree
JustinSizemore
Thought Provoker
United States 3awards
Joined 13th Oct 2023
Forum Posts: 50

Glory Season

That time of the year again
fans cheering, playing to win
I settle in to my suit
waiting for the kick to boot
the poor pig down my field
with each crunch the crowd is thrilled
as their Emperor like blood lust is sated
this is the moment long awaited for
to see my boys fighting to score
yes, at long last glory season has come
time for the competition to come get some
so as my doors open after forever
I know this will be the best season ever
Written by LongTubiFree (JustinSizemore)
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
England 33awards
Joined 10th Jan 2021
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Thanks for your entries jmcchesnie and LongTubiFree.

Jordan
D.O.C.
Thought Provoker
United States 13awards
Joined 4th May 2022
Forum Posts: 245

Kindred Soles

*

A pensive moment passed the outcast passed out in the street
while each left shoe without a sole was pinched from off aged feet.

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Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
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Thanks for your entry Jordan

smackdownraven
Dangerous Mind
5awards
Joined 29th Sep 2017
Forum Posts: 50

Odd Girl

 
I was an awkward girl with no balance
a little too fat to wear a tutu
my grandma said too heavy for my toes

my mother put me in ballet
said it woud teach me grace
as my grand plies looked pitiful
and my dance so mournful

light blue leotard and stockings
on a chubby little wretch
my poor mother

I felt for her, I was happier up in a tree
playing Jane of the jungle
and dreaming of my future
the sun setting on my back
the sky open

far away from that stuffy little studio
where I learned grace and civility wasn't for everyone
later in life I would don combat boots with my dresses
my nod to the feminism
and my freedom being an odd one



Written by smackdownraven
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Isgyppie_
The_perpetual_journey_
Thought Provoker
Australia 3awards
Joined 17th Dec 2015
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Combat

Every night I walked through the door  
Your combat boots would trip me  
And I would quietly move them  
So your combat hands wouldn’t hit me  
 
In the morning you’d lace them up  
Stomping dirt around the floor  
And I would tiptoe sweeping behind  
The mess you trudged but blamed me for  
 
When you left I’d release my breathe  
Your heavy footsteps rattled by bones
And I would still creep on my bare feet  
Because our house remained a war zone
Written by Isgyppie_ (The_perpetual_journey_)
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
England 33awards
Joined 10th Jan 2021
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Thank you for your entry smackdownraven.

Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entry isgyppie_. A fine example of stepping outside the box there that I was talking about 👍🏻

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