Boot Poems - Poems about Boot

The boot is passed around - You’ve seen it walking into buildings Don’t steal it You don’t want it Who wants the boot …say boooooo Contraption traps my leg, ankle, foot The pressure infused Straps look better on my sandals Release…release…release then the feet recline - as they tool around grinding,...Read the rest...

My husband is my hero not just my hero he's indeed a real Vietnam war hero I adore thevway he protects me basically I suffered ptsd anxiety disorder from wearing wires pregnant for the FBI...Read the rest...

THE ur POEMS & GAUD said, “Let there be LIGHT VERSE to illuminate the ‘nature’ of my Curse!” —michael r. burch grave request by michael r. burch come to ur doom in Tombstone; the stars stark and chill over Boot Hill care nothing for ur...Read the rest...

Do you ever really, really, really find peace in there inside your head as it bobs up and down to the rhythmic beat of the dead man’s boot and your eyes easy-open take a lazy sweep to and...Read the rest...

i am a boot painter she announced when she was eight her mother thought this was hilarious she probably is, said her grandmother an artist always recognizes another artist and she did and guess what she grew up to paint? Boots....Read the rest...

whole game had to boot ran away with all the loot would think he was cute...Read the rest...

grandpa’s boot went missing on a Tuesday night It’s weird he told every relative in sight I know I left it right here by the door Some rolled their eyes, others looked on the floor I knew the faeries...Read the rest...

Now Laying In Boot Hill Under Frozen Ground Tony was a wicked dude carried a thirty-eight Always raced his fast cars always cheated Fate Carried a straight razor in his left shoe Things that would be daring, he was...Read the rest...

At the wharf I donned the Wellington boots Of the fisher deceased, to trace my roots And see and feel what it was like at sea For my uncle a fishing devotee. The clammy boots were three sizes too...Read the rest...

while brushing each boot he (she) had been a new recruit looked great in his (her) suit accurately would shoot of crop was the fruit Take your pick of last line....Read the rest...

Boots can be recycled for many things This one was Daddy’s and it kind of zings Reminding me of all the days I spent watching him rebuild a car I tried walking in them when I was four,...Read the rest...

There's a guy I know that loots. He often wears special boots: Strong leathery ones he'd choose, His feet in them starts to cruise To break doors with non-helped feet! Isn't that alone a feat? Bruce should like to see rogues...Read the rest...

Never-ending bloodstained boots tossed on top of the growing mound of vignettes around so many young men seeking a name to boast courageous conquests facing the best gunfighters just to die NB: A nod to Robert Hinshaw and his poem ‘A Stroll Through Boot...Read the rest...

double midterm a sinner complex you hear train whistles say to yourself he’s nervous cat corked up in my window a caboose in my house boose if you need it double voyage duplex many moons ago bad...Read the rest...

I took a stroll through Boot Hill Cemetery the other day, To take a look at where outlaws and other rabble lay. Some graves were marked by stones, others by weathered board; Many covered with cairns of rock,...Read the rest...