Tiptoes Poems - Poems about Tiptoes

steps in veiled autumn rose bushes sad crave for warmth sprawled leaves create art nature's spree over glimmering streaks of light spread on glorious fields pumpkin patch dazzles birds end yearly rendezvous time to fly back south...

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Frustrating being a poet. If I am to write for you I do have to read your mind. So what are the words that arouse your passion? And why do you love that stew pot while you possess ballet that is danced to beautiful music tripped, as they say, to that light fantastic? A meaty dish with vegetables: carrots, potatoes, onions, leeks. Ballet, on tiny...

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few people could tiptoe through the tulips with this kind of pizazz we watched her doing it, and laughed at our cousin Jazz She has some kind of magic, a kind of razz-a-ma-tazz This was said by our Uncle the amazing Mr. Morazz Jazz has a way that includes everyone, the thick and the thin. she delights me, my giant...

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Chameleon Tiptoeing in the wilderness Does not see left Does not see right Appetite ahead of its body Then shoots its tongue forward Only to get it stuck in thorns...

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Oh, she has lifted on tiptoes and gifted lips to me for kiss that was so tired, and autumn knows wet silence. There were soundless tears of ours, they were falling down, And there was boring dying day, All being had a boring gown excepting only dream, I say. P.S. This is my translation of poem by Igor Severyanin, 1909...

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Lively words on tiptoes left, Vanishing in the night. In vain have I sought to find them, Those precious prodigal words. Did they slip away like mice Through temples worn out by age? Like jocks who rode the bench too long, Have they quit for lack of play? Or have they found me faithless, Lusting after phrases And daisy chains of impish words, And in anger...

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There she goes walking on tiptoes I watch her for a while talking on her mobile when the call ends her heels slowly descend ...

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On tiptoes I walk into your house It's a surprise I can't make a sound! On tiptoes I open your bedroom door I'm so excited We were so long apart On tiptoes I walk to your bed It's so dark But I can see you there I bend over to kiss your face And stop, frozen in place There's an arm circling your chest And another head where mine...

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Standing on toes, we might be able to see above the crowd Sometimes it’s better to duck than let what we see enrage us We must tiptoe softly through the sensitive hearts of others * Entry for Rick's contest...

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Will she be in a good mood or will it be bad? Will she be overjoyed today, or will she be sad? This yo-yo effect has me in such turmoil, Never knowing if I can be myself or if its time to recoil. Sinking into an ever growing black abyss, Its the upbeat, smiling, wise...

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the white fog tiptoes... in the stillness of the night, the thief leaves no trace...

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