PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Converse


The shoes on her feet are old and worn.

The fabric that once was is now faded.

The once pristine, pure, white toe is now tainted.

With a brown patch of dirt and

a black scuff smeared across the tip

her foot shakes as its partner rests comfortably on the floor

The edge of the shoe is sanded down from years of use,

Or maybe a couple of months of tough living.

What is the history of these shoes?

Where did they take her?

In the beginning, these shoes were something to marvel.

They glistened in the sun and gave the girl a chance to be reborn,

even if only in her feet. 

Now they are ordinary, and used, and everyday;

but that doesn't make them any less extraordinary.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

jadderly1146

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.