Best Toe Poems
Silently washed ashore
this precarious log; from
where did you come, to
where do you go?
My dog, on you he'll
chew... I hate you.
Still connected I feel you
How can the one that hurt
heal the one that is hurting
My saddened journey
no longer running
My thoughts tip toe
Carefully painfully
feeling each step
So much to share
My heart is barren
nothing in or out
a void full of doubt
From the vinegar you gave
only the sweets I have saved
I neither love nor hate
What will become my fate...
Toe to toe, with you I'll be,
Face to face so we can see.
"What are feet?"
"A foot is something we walk on. Another foot is the other one."
"A foot is twelve?"
"Know, twelve is the step between them. Eleven and thirteen are the feet."
Twelve is you? Know twelve is Me.
Squared I am, when I call us We.
h(Ours) as day, are six We be,
And Hendaye say, ADD zero you see.
Seven days in a week is Me.
Toe to Toe two dance as We.
Half the clock, six to nine is three.
"How many sides to a pyramid"
~"How many voices in my head?"
"How many digits on three blind mice"
~"How many players to roll the dice..."
A pyramids faces are four...
"Again!" cried the Wind, "there is one more."
A square is four, replied Again,
As Echo bellowed from the den,
"Another!" sings the Dragon Wen,
"Our Layer the Earth, be counted then."
Twelve is you? Know twelve is Me.
Squared I am, when I call us We.
12 squred = 144
Toe to Toe= 441 (21 squared)
144 + 441 = 585
"How many sides to appear amid...?"
Five, properly as we count the Land.
Eight lines around, brother sister in hand.
Five points shine One, to love again.
Half the clock, six to nine is three.
A B C D E F G....H i
13 x 1 = 13
13 x 2 = 26
13 x 3 = 39
13 x 4 = 52
13 x 5 = 65
13 x 6 = 78
13 x 7 = 91
13 x 8 = 104
13 x 9 = 117 +
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sum.......585 = Venus daze.
Tip Toe
On a tightrope
Across the Universe
Catch a falling star with your heart
Follow the silvery light to the moon
Slide down to earth on a rainbow
Row your boat to the shore
The music calls
You home
Your Perfect Poem Pick Contest- 1st place
I have one toe that goes above its job.
The digit developed a way to give
pleasure if merely squeezed on its wee tip.
Like whenever someone plays with my hair,
massages my receptive neck or back,
it’s a prized oh-ew-ah-oh-ahhh affair.
I appreciate it so, but that bratty toe
withholds unless another does the squeeze
and my other thinks I caught an odd disease.
Where'd you go?
oh where did you go
my precious camel toe?
played me like a fiddle
with your bubbly middle
you're such a skanky hoe
but I love you so
camel toe
camel toe
we had magic
we had fire
purple sweatpants my desire
come back camel toe
victory! camel toe
you're the villain
you're the winner
with your puffy
wedgied center
camel toe
camel toe
you're my sassy hoe
you're my Christmas snow
gone like cold wind blows
with your return
my member grows
I miss my camel toe
baby
where'd you go?
sweaty sweetie
camel toe
Written Gail DeBole
in 1997
There once was a toe that was big
and was helpful when dancing a jig.
At times it was stubbed,
and washed in a tub
and, when young, spent some time in a crib.
Note: Part of the Portrait Collection
My favorite shoes? It’s wearing none!
I'll go barefoot, to have a run
I hate to lose
the joy of ooze
between my toes, some goo is fun !
I simply love my precious toes
to wiggle freely to and fro
Bound feet? Oh dear!
Don’t get me near!
A shoe is torture, and my foe!
I could not dance on twinkle toes
Could not advance my prance or pose
A barefoot stance
Is my best chance
of never needing pantyhose!
Indulge me please, I'll be carefree
Removing shoes, in company
No matter what the circumstance
I'll slip them off at every chance
I'll tuck my feet behind my chair
assuming no one is aware
A happy dance, behind my back,
is going on, and that's a fact!
I hope that you won't think to check,
and say that I have no respect
My toes are happy, to be sure
Indulge me please, but don't despair
I'm saving up for pedicures!
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For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: "Indulgence"
Revised 2/4/15
I once had a friend named Pete
Who never liked to wash his feet
Every time he removed his shoes
Your nose was bound to lose
Was foot powder obsolete?
It's early spring and what do you know
The corn is as low as an elephant's toe
The grass has riz no sign of rain
Boidies are singing a happy refrain
Feel like jumping and clicking my heels
But I'm 77, take a long time to heal
Think I'll just watch the young 'uns at play
And reminisce bout the good ole days
The corn is as low as an elephant's toe
Soon reach his eye as the old song goes
It's early spring and what do you know
The corn is as low as an elephant's toe
© Jack Ellison 2013
The game of love is not unique
We can play it many ways
So why not try some tongue and cheek
To set a love ablaze
I’ll start and give a big ole’ hug
Represented by an O
And place it center where it’s snug
In Lover’s Tic Tac Toe
You answer with a tender kiss
In the left-hand corner
Your luscious X will taste of bliss
Now the game is getting warmer
I’ll mark an O below your kiss
Soon my hugs may form a row
Wait, your next smooch has gone amiss
By not blocking me below
It’s time to snatch up victory
I’ll place an O for three hugs
But that lapse would end this story
Coz I’d lose without your love
I think we’ve learned how to play this
Timeless game of Tic Tac Toe
We both share a hug and a kiss
No matter where letters go
Have you ever wondered
Why your big toe is big?
Does it help with balance
While doing the jig?
Can you imagine
If all toes were large?
It would seem like walking
On a very large barge
Strange how everything
Seems the right size
Cause what if your arms
Were as big as your thighs?
Big toes are great
For testing your bath
Or counting to ten
To help with your math
One thing's for certain
They're just the right size
For stirring your soup
Or tying bow ties
This poem's for a friend
A new star in my sky
Sure hope she will like it
It's my very best try!
© Jack Ellison 2013
I think that I shall never see
A cowboy that eats toe-foo—
Sech a dern thang jest could not be
In this ol’ bunkhouse crew!
Real men eats beef an’ pork an’ beans—
And all thangs within their reach—
Us real cowpokes drink coffee black—
Turn noses up at quiche!
Veggies should stay in ranch gardens—
These lips will taste no yogurt!
Good stew and biscuits make amends—
Seaweed makes bellies hurt!
Give us jerky or give us death—
Give us beans till we’re all blue—
But with all your strength and your breath—
Don’ serve us no toe-foo!
I was following a speeding ambulance down the street the other day,
When it took a sharp corner and the back door flew open all the way!
A large Styrofoam box fell out and I screeched to a halt to peer inside.
What I found was so loathsome that my amazement I could not hide!
Nestling in packed ice and peering back at me was a human toe!
I reckoned it was being taken to a hapless chap on which to re-sew!
As a result of this very grave incident the only thing I knew to do,
Was summon a 'tow' truck! I think you would've done the same thing too!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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