Tiptoe Poems

Pretend, and Tiptoe

She pretends it’s no big deal 

She wants to speak, you know 

Just trivial things, no big reveal 

But today is a day to tiptoe 

 

He pretends she’s no good anyway 

She’s really just too much, bro 

She is a silly goose every day 

But today is a day to tiptoe 

 

She pretends to be just friends 

Although this crush just won’t go 

She senses his shifts and trends 

So she knows today is a day to tiptoe 

 

He pretends nothing should be said 

As though his feelings shouldn’t show 

For him it is safer to tread 

So he knows today is a day to tiptoe 

 

She pretends that his handsome face 

Doesn’t affect her at the show 

She shoves it down with a little grace 

For today is a day to tiptoe 

 

 
He pretends it is better to be without 

Affairs of the heart just cause woe 

Being busy is a much safer route 

For today is a day to tiptoe

tiptoe into yourself

Tiptoe into yourself
Take peeks no one else can
Honor your wildness
Run without wolves

Keep hope alive
Be enthusiastic
Uplift others

Listen to your angels
They are here to guide you
Open your heart to bird speak

Give thanks to the rain, the trees, the grass
Tiptoe into yourself
Without fright or apology
You are you for a reason
Created by God

Herbert Butros Khaury

Herbert Butros Khaury
liked to play the ukelele
he always acted clueless
in falsetto gave us Tiptoe Through the Tulips

Memorial Garden

tip toe through tulips
green grass blue sky warm white wind
funeral begins

Tiptoe In the Barnyard

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.”

Enticing Sweet Dreams You Tiptoe

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

Tiptoe Through the Tulips

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

On Tiptoe

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.

On Tiptoe

on tiptoe 
refilling birdfeeder
chipmunks wait



posted on May 19, 2019

Tiptoe Through the Tulips

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

Tiptoe In the Night

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

Tiptoe Through the Tulips

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

Tiptoe Through Trump Garden

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.

Tiptoe

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

Tiptoe

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

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