Best Stubbing Poems

I stubbed my toe ...

  (I do this a lot since turning fifty-five,
   when everything I picked up to read began going...

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Stubbing my toeses and whiskers on women
Stepping on nettles and by a swarm of bees bitten
Bounded like hostages tied up with strings
These are a few...

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Little pebbles of broken glass, litter the streets, but the children run barefoot anyway.
Stubbing toes, contracting disease, playing with cigarette butts and discarded syringes.
The teens...

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Once a little harmless turtle went a- walking ‘round the loop, 
caught his little baby toe and ended up in turtle soup.

While the doves mourned...

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oh that wretched hand 
keeps pulling me to one side
I cannot see, but feel comfortable going 
where there is no direction

blinking eyes mean nothing here...

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From within the frost frozen bare boarded shed
with its loosely hung zee braced door agape,
the spring light peeked.
Warming the woodsheds King pine planks,
toasting the ten...

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Stubbing my toe on the corner of the bed
Hitting my thumb with a hammer
Someone misquoting something I said
Can really fill me with anger

Paying through the...

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“Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer?
Because it feels so good when I stop”


Searching fulfillment in each written sentence
On route to becoming a...

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Hitting your thumb with a hammer
Is liable to make you curse
But stubbing your unprotected toes
Is likely to make you swear even worse

You feel such a...

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Sort of like
stubbing one's toe,
if you dare to love
a bruise can form~
a deep rosy shadow
in response to your
amorous sunning – 

love burns
both inside
and out

take lots...

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Stubbing a toe hurts like hell
Count to ten or curse and yell
Never to learn, walking in bare feet
When suddenly brick pillar my foot did meet.

Limping,...

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Bumping into everything
Stubbing my toe
Hips are bruised
Fractured my elbow

Tripped over the dog
The wall was closer than it appeared
My nose is now broke
Something I've always feared

Contact...

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Returning to Work


After the others had welcomed him back, 
had shaken his hand and returned to their desks,
another as ancient pulled over his chair
to inquire...

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From within the frost-frozen, bare-boarded, shed
within its loosely hung zee-braced door agape
the spring light peeked.
Warming the woodsheds King’s pine planks
toasting the ten penny nails
popping the...

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A Winter`s Tale

It was clearing up in the afternoon
fingers of sunlight lit up the olive grove
a slight mist and a bizarre story 
I saw him...

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