Best Tiptoe Poems
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .
Cameras rolling, take one, action!
“How stupid can you be? You’re fired!”
He told a judge quite candidly.
In take two, from his office on Fifth Avenue,
He tweeted, “Nobody has more respect
For women than I do.”
On take three
During a press conference,
“We’ll blow terrorist Al-Baghdadi
Out of existence.”
Then he stood, saluted the flag, and
Ordered General “Mad Dog” to protect the land.
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .
They say Doomsday is coming,
Polar caps are melting,
An asteroid just missed us today
Iranians want a bomb
To explode in Armageddon,
And North Korea tested
A long-range missile yesterday.
Both sides are wrong...
Beware, or pay dearly,
To the victor belongs the spoils,
For in the land of the free and
Home of the braves,
A new boss man's in town
Fake news on display...bad men raining down
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .
The boss is riding, guns ablaze, shooting at the sun,
Stirring up flames all across America, Russia, and China—
The whole world’s wondering, who's this character?
Wake up and smell the coffee!
Republicans say,
“He's the forty-fifth President today,
Top dog in Washington,
Who can activate the nuclear bomb.”
With the greatest memory around... A double negative caused the problem
He says America will be great again
Then placed a ban on Muslims coming in.
He made it clear to Peña Nieto,
Bad hombres must go,
That a wall on the border
Will stop the illegal immigrant flow
Where is the server and 50,000 emails~ Russia do you know?
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is…
Categories:
tiptoe, political, power, presidents day,
Form:
Political Verse
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
Charming passions memories spun
From days of our youth long ago
When quest of love had just begun
When in your heart I'm all alone
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
Blazing desires we've felt and known
Kindled embers of romance glow
Musings endearing you well know
When our engaging souls impart
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
Holding me captive of your heart
Oh! how our indulgent hearts woo
Flame of ardent past still aglow
Courting love beholden and true
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
November 1, 2021
Quatern (eight syllables per line)
Placed 3rd: “S” Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Sweet
Categories:
tiptoe, dream, love, sweet,
Form:
Quatern
A dark and dreary road
Quietly I tiptoed
All battered I looked around
No sign of life, just barren ground
Wind blew, harsh and cold
Keeping its story untold
With its command, the leaves danced
Roaring like a tigress, I stood tranced
But I did not have time
So I continued my climb
I did not know where I was going
Darkness all around, I was just tiptoeing
Far away a wolf was crying
As the cry kept amplifying
I wondered what it was sad about
I reasoned it may have a doubt
I Looked forward, still no light
No mercy for my plight
I looked up at the shimmering sky
Oh! How bad I wanted to fly
I thought why not give it a try
It's always nice to soar high
I came down with a thud
Grass turned red with my trickling blood
I looked around for my friends
All I saw was broken ends
A tear came rolling down
I wiped it off with a little frown
It was just a modest fall
So I came back tall
And as I tiptoed
On that dreary road
The wolf kept crying
And the cry kept amplifying
I wondered what it was sad about
I reasoned it may have a doubt
Categories:
tiptoe, feelings, solitude, strength,
Form:
You tiptoed in where I didn’t want you
You crossed the line and made me miss you
You are on my mind more often each day
I guess you did get it right to make me feel your love
©230420121345
Categories:
tiptoe, life, love, me,
Form:
Verse
Into the kitchen I enter,
Middle of the night,
To hide my hunger,
Escaping dad's able ear,
And mom's sixth sense.
Hunger pangs hurting intestines,
Heals and toes entering kitchen,
Trip I go and hit the table,
Ayiooooooooo I shout and whine,
Only to wake up everyone
Categories:
tiptoe, humor,
Form:
Free verse
she tippy toed
as gently as she could
not wanting to disturb
forgetting where she was
and where she was heading to
locked in a distant dream
stopped dead in her tracks
in the midst of darkness
she opened the door
to let herself out
amused by the
stillness of the night
the brightness of the moon
following a midnight breeze
the scent of a distant dream
enchanted by the
glitter of a million stars
she tiptoed as gently as she could
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on December 27, 2019
Categories:
tiptoe, dark, fantasy, innocence, memory,
Form:
Free verse
The toes
of Michelangelo's David
are musculinely strong,
second toe a touch longer
than the big toe
as befits a gifted man.
This is how I walk the earth -
in Michelangelo's toes,
gripping the soil
just hard enough
to keep it steadily waltzing
around the sun
in its Galilean galleon.
My toes tread carefully
among the growing leaves of grass
and upward-glancing, jogging centipedes;
carefully on this oblate earth
with all our growing growing woes
to keep my footprint small,
I walk on my toes.
Categories:
tiptoe, life
Form:
Free verse
We tiptoed on the path covered with moonlight
The canoe awaited for our swift quiet arrival there
Hanging fragrantly in the moist thick hot night air
The aromas of Night Blooming Jasmine lingered
No persons found within our sight of envisions
No wanting dogs needed attending
Oddly there were no monkeys taking bananas
Just you and I escaping the matrix of daytime
Hopefully unseen by anything that tells stories
Into the unbalanced boat I step, you brace me
Next, your turn, now sitting like galant dancers
Off you gently push from the wooden stakes
Carefully making no sounds disturbing livestock
Paddling deep and hard, yet ever so slowly
Into the dark, into the night, within the canoe
Down the river to never land moving forward
Hands on my shoulders oh so warm my friend
Counting the sways of water beneath our breath
The heat is boiling with the sweltering skin
The stars watch the volcano erupting with flares
And then the twinkling of the stars applaud
The heavens giggled as if it’s a happy child
We dove into fresh clean water just to swim
The moonlights the water above our chins
Climbing on board gaining complete composure
Snuggling up within the warmth of each other
Start rowing back to the wood on the deck
Tying the canoe amidst the limbs of the Jasmine
Up on the pathway leading back into the matrix
The Moon light tips it’s hat “good night”
As the Suns first beams of lights hit the horizon
And we wave farewell as we bid our goodbyes
BoJenn Feb 1 2019
Categories:
tiptoe, allegory, imagery, night, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Just woke up to this gorgeous day
What joy, think I'll go out to play
In my skivvies I will
Oh what a thrill
Tiptoe through the tulips whispering naughty phrases
Categories:
tiptoe, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Tiptoe in the barnyard, for the kitty is on a tear.
He is angry at someone who put creamed corn in his hair.
I had not met kitty yet; did not know he was a full-grown lion.
When I tiptoed past, he turned his head. I thought I might be dy’n.
He gave a yawn but did not make any moves toward me.
I creeped back into the house and said, “Is he at all friendly?”
The farmer’s wife looked out and saw the lion for the first time.
“I don’t know this kitty,” she admitted. “That big guy is not mine.”
Categories:
tiptoe, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Herbert Butros Khaury
liked to play the ukelele
he always acted clueless
in falsetto gave us Tiptoe Through the Tulips
Categories:
tiptoe, humorous,
Form:
Clerihew
Tiptoe Through Trump Garden
If through Trump garden you tiptoe,
Make sure it will be mighty slow;
Carefully,
Better be;
Or on his stupidity can stub your toe.
Jim Horn
Beginning and Route
From God are the beginning and root;
Children created when we bare fruit;
Sins are no more,
If Him do adore;
Accept His knowledge and are astute.
Over 10 again.
Categories:
tiptoe, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
on tiptoe
refilling birdfeeder
chipmunks wait
posted on May 19, 2019
Categories:
tiptoe, bird, food, longing, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Innocence dies in a world that's corrupt,
addicted to sin
and thrill, of the win;
where suppressed emotions spew and erupt.
Although naught is said:
innocence is dead.
And as children prepare for reality
trading fantasy dreams for hyperbole:
time chases its shadow.
An adolescent adrenaline rush,
sets you free at last.
No longer harassed,
you are the artist, and life is your brush.
Loving all you see,
your world looks pretty.
And yet, the strain of existence takes its toll
subconsciously, weighing the worth of your soul:
time chases its shadow.
As old age creeps like a thickening fog
your tongue tastes like dirt,
and your muscles hurt:
feeling outdated as a catalog.
A frustrated youth
you searched for the truth:
it's hard to believe you were once that naive.
And although it'll soon be time for you to leave:
it's doubtful anyone will notice or grieve.
Time chases its shadow
silently, on tiptoe.
Categories:
tiptoe, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Just woke up to this gorgeous day
What joy, think I'll go out to play
In my skivvies, I will
Oh what a thrill
Tiptoe through the tulips twittering away
Categories:
tiptoe, joy,
Form:
Limerick