Socks Poems - Poems about Socks

there was a cat named ginger in s o c k s, who’d tap with a paw on the door....

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I know a young lady, her name is Kim Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin They call her a doctor but to me she's a friend Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend With every new visit, my symptoms take flight She knows how to soothe me to remedy my plight After all these decades finally found...

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It fell too fast. What could they do? It crumbled the walls. Where could they hide? They look up and see the gaze of this spiraling eye with death inside. Now all that’s left is a broken chair never to see how it tilts and rocks. A far memory of the lives we had And the faint smell of burning socks. ...

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Fresh and comfortable They hug my tootsies When I put them on to start my day Walking with me every mile [even when I stray] Different colors From ink wellers Brighten each step As I am headed out the door I can even slide across the floor like Tom Cruise They even hide in my shoes Until it is refreshing to take them off After a long...

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I have three pairs of patterned socks, With colors and designs That vary in each duo Set on horizontal lines. From triangles to hearts and dots To checkerboards, as well As numbers and some words, But what they say I cannot tell. Today I noticed, far too late, My socks are not the same. Of course, right from the dryer, Matching pairs had been...

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Winter Socks I see eye to eye with everything my thick winter socks want. ...

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I I look at trees and think about their births. I can say to myself by looking at a leaf, “You are an oak,” or, “You are a Chinese pistache.” For this I feel proud, And this quirk is one that gives me a sense of joy, And the trees appreciate this; they listen. II...

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i've just been reliably informed that the manchester united dressing room was bugged before their match at aston villa it is a shocking security breach but classic sci-fi can be a bit hit and miss like my pancakes but we soldier on we have tickets for the opera as we still await to see on stage the essentials; making a...

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running across stones (to see who could do it) playing in the sand on beach walking through a creek...

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ODD SOCKS EVERYWHERE! I wake up in the morning, And I don't know what to do, I can only find odd socks, This morning I have an interview! There's some with characters, But I can only find one, not two. One Grinch, one Stitch, My favourite (but there's only one) is Pikachu! There's one in the washing machine, One on the bedroom floor, One...

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Dear Curious Youth And inquisitive Sleuth I present to you a quandary A baffling report An enigma of sort Whenever I do my laundry It’s quite odd enough That some certain stuff Go missing before I’m through Between warm, rinse and cold Sort, hang and fold I find one sock instead of two. Despite diligent seeking Specifically speaking And searching high and low And just to...

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I love my socks, all colours and design The brighter the nicer, simply sublime Socks warm feet, cosy and snug as a rug Fabulous for dancing the jitterbug. Many times I find there’s holes in one sock I wonder should I keep the odd one in stock Do I throw the odd sock away, oh no I wear odd socks and...

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I am a blue sock. I'm the bluest sock there ever was. There never was a bluer sock, because I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz. We worked together as a pair. We lived a life of quiet pride. We'd protect those two feet - me and My hundred percent cotton bride. Did this life of duty bore...

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Whether regular or occasional, on daily basis or ceremonial throughout world, random uses of socks: ...

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I am a solo sock mismatched again, Insouciantly sorted out by men. I’m worn and torn, my shelf life so unfair - Old sole cast off without my perfect pair. My oxygen runs low in dampened heat, As all day long I’m wrapped ‘round whiffy feet. A random rip and I am in a...

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