Short Toe Poems
Short Toe Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Toe by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Toe by length and keyword.
toc tac toe
I am always X
weirdly enough
every young person I meet is also always X
I had to learn to be O
begrudgingly
i uese paint
i don't fsnit
to me theyer or a link
they help me think
am not kink
they never fail
i love
MY TOE
NAILS
Mistletoe hung over the door
Is something one can not ignore
But candy kisses
Console the Mrs.
Since facemasks just ruin the score
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.
The game was tick-tack-toe
One person tried to put on a show
But got caught in the game
Then tried to re-claim
And won ten games in a row
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?
Jitterbug music in my ear
Comes to mind a dance of yesteryear
Next my feet duly inspired
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I didn’t mean to stub my toe
At two I cry
At fifteen I swear
At twenty one I don’t even notice
At thirty two I wake up in a jail cell
At forty? WTF
Sully had a downright dirty toe
She scrubbed it ‘til it was aglow.
It shriveled and it coughed.
Then it promptly fell off.
At the end of my marigold row.
There was a girl on the Isle of Man
Freezing her buttocks off in the can
There was no one to care
If she let off hot air
So toasting toes are now, "Owed to Jan"!
They say when it comes to marriage
More than two will lead to dis-pair-age
So, if you're looking for marital bliss
No more than two lips at a time should you kiss
I am sick and tired of these shoes
He kicks something, I always get a bruise
The buggers are tight
And they keep me outta sight
I'll trip him up the next time his out on the booze
Hey wait, that's not right you nuggets
A “toe” is a body part, “tow” is for towing
Like dragging a vehicle
Instead of by people
My understanding of English is overflowing
Hey wait, that's not right you nuggets
A “toe” is a body part, “tow” is for towing
Like dragging a vehicle
Instead of by people
My understanding of English is overflowing
Mrs. Barnaby Crow has lost her husband’s toe.
She saved it from his coffin deep in the snow.
Wore it as a key chain, it had a claw with a glow.
Whoever has stolen it, is pretty downright low.
An
airy successful glow is
always filled with
hay road springy
goof balls prior to
green gang-
resurgence to con-
trol pesty
in-crap greedheads.
I have an X-Acto knife
In my mind
Chipping away at the memories
Of you.
Piece by piece they fall out
Through my eyes
On to the cold
Wet,
Dirt,
Below my
Bare feet.
By: Sabina Nicole
We are all very hungry so let’s eat.
Ready for some fresh red meat.
I did not know you would go so low.
You are after my big toe.
We are all very hungry so let’s meet.
8/4/2019
Little toe challenges
Little finger takes
Thumb smiles
says, right is protected by might
Its the ninth day of April
and the sixth soldier dies.
We're the toe tag generation,
dropping like house flies.
Six in nine days
yet we're all heading home.
Bonds stronger than life,
we'll never again be alone.
Some ascribe it to rhythm
others to rhyme
The lines have a feeling
fingers and toes keep the time
Whatever the case
be it poem or song
That hand-clapping, toe-tapping feeling
tells you ~ 'I belong!'
Phantom toe. Phantom toe. Where art thou? It used to be there. You still cause me pain but don't exist. A faint memory or a mystery....I ponder this at times. Seems 10 toed brothers refuse to understand the perplexity. Their loss. My loss.
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
Not from afar, close by, quite near
She cried out aloud; oh, in sheer fear,
She set the trap for the mouse at night
But got her toe caught in the daylight.
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~Sponsor: L Milton Hankins.
My big old honking pointed toenail came through my sock today.
Making me uncomfortable in lots of uninteresting ways.
It is truthfully worrying me a great deal too,
The next thing I know there will be a big old honking hole in the tip of my shoe!