Ballad

Old Brown Shoe

I want a love that's right
Right is only half of what's wrong
I want a short-haired girl
who sometimes wears it twice as long
Now I'm stepping out this old brown shoe
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here
It won't be the same now, I'm telling you

Pick me up from where
some try to drag me down
And when I see your smile
replacing every thoughtless frown
So escaping from this zoo
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here
it won't be the same now when I'm with you

If I grow up I'll be a singer
wearing rings on every finger
Not worrying what they or you'll say
I'll live and love and maybe some day
who knows baby, you may comfort me, heh

I may appear to be imperfect
my love is something you can't reject
I'm changing faster that the weather
If you and me should get together
Who knows baby, you may comfort me

I know my love is yours to miss
that love is something I'd hate
I'll make an early start
I'm making sure that I'm not late
For you sweet top lip I'm in the queue
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here
it won't be the same now when I'm with you

I'm so glad you came here
it won't be the same now when I'm with you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tu la, tu ru tu

Arthor:The Beatles
Source:http://www.stevesbeatles.com/songs/old_brown_shoe.asp
Type of Poem:Ballad


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Epitaph

1993-2???

Here lies Katya Medina
loved ballerina shoes
,but forgot then in her snooze..thats how she fell
from the roof.

Author:Katya Medina
Source:My Head
Type of Poem:Epitaph

free ver..

A Bad Mistake.

Cheerleading,
Shoes,
Both are great!
Something had to mess it up.
I combined them,
I mean, you can't cheer in heels
TRUST ME I KNOW!!!


Author: Katya Medina
Source: My Head
Type of Poem: Free-Verse

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Sonnet

Solitary Shoes,

Red roses never bloomed inside my gate,
no matter that I tilled the soil well,
and now I sense the time is turning late;
too soon the winter season comes to dwell.
If I had started planting sooner then
those vases cut from crystal would be full;
instead the bedroom tables’ bare again,
depriving me of sweetest scent and view.
November nights are longer, colder, stark.
So now I search for ways to stay amused;
new paths to tread in solitary shoes.
I turn my eyes away from looming dark
to look instead at pictures in a book:
old photographs of roses I once took.

Source: http://www.everypoet.org/pffa/showthread.php?t=10074
Author: Unknown, but it was posted on 01/07/2002
Type Of Poem: Sonnet

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lyric sbout shoes

Shoes..

Tell me about it...

Ooh!
Men.
Have you ever tried to figure them out?
Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue
How 'bout you?

Men are like shoes
Made to confuse
Yeah, there's so many of 'em
I don't know which ones to choose
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah, sing it to me
If you agree

There's the kind made for runnin'
The sneakers and the low down heels
The kind that will keep you on your toes
And every girl knows how that feels
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ouch, ah, sing it with me

Chorus:
You've got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers, some that you can never find
You've got your slippers and your zippers
Your grabbers and your grippers
Man, don't ya hate that kind?
Some you wear in, some you wear out
Some you wanna leave behind
Sometimes you hate 'em
And sometimes you love 'em
I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em
But a girl can never have too many of 'em

It's amazing what a little polish will do...
Men are like shoes...

Some make you feel ten feet tall
Some make you feel so small
Some you want to leave out in the hall
Or make you feel like kicking the wall
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ah, sing it with me, girls
Ooh! (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mmm..

(Repeat Chorus)

Some can polish up pretty good...
Ah, men are like shoes..

(Instrumental)

It's amazing what a little polish will do
Some clean up good, just like.new
Some you can't afford, some are real cheap
Some are good for bummin' around on the beach

You've got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers, yeah some that you can never find
You've got your slippers and your zippers
Your grabbers and your grippers
And man, don't ya hate that kind?

(Repeat Chorus)

I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind...
Men are like shoes!

Arthor:SHANIA TWAIN
Source::http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/538817.html
Type of Poetyr:Lyric

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cheerleading freevearse

The Competitor's Creed

The contest lasts for moments
though the training's taken years.
It wasn't the winning alone
that was worth the work and tears.
The applause will be forgotten,
the prize misplaced.
But the long, hard hours of practice
will never be a waste!
For in trying to win you build a skill;
You learn that winning depends on will.
You never grow by how much you win,
You only grow by how much you put in.
So in any new challenge you've just begun,
Put forth your best and you've already won!

Author:Unknown
source:http://www.oakharborcheer.com/Poems.html
Type of pome:Free Verse