Toes Poems

Cemetery - Stories To Tell

"A Cemetery Can Take Your Breath Away. Watch Out Where You Walk." By Poet

When I travel I love taking photos,
of cemeteries and of a pretty rose.
Sometimes the picture gets my painted toes,
or maybe even my nose.

On one trip I took a long flight,
when looking at my photos I saw a bright light.
Taken in the daytime

Rainbows and Muddy Toes

We love playing in the street
To escape the summer heat
On this day we walk to the park 
Feeding chicks who stole our hearts

Suddenly the weather did change
We got caught shoes off in the rain
No need to fret for the animals don’t 
Not upset we sing a rainy day song

Splash splash near the duck pond
They take

When Life Slips Through Your Toes

They say life slips through our fingers,
but I think it slips through our toes,
for you never know the day you might...
wrong a right
dye your hair green 
out of spite
or even take the plunge
into death's dreaded depths and...
Go
And when you do,
you might think of all the things
you didn't do -
all the places you never walked,
but more

do not step on ricks toes

Small town hick watched a romantic flick
Ate his salty popcorn really quick
Floor of the theater was sticky thick
Stepped on the toe of an old friend named Rick

Angry Rick told his big brother Dick
Dick recruited their second cousin Vic
Vic said fighting is mean and sick
Ignoring the slight is the real trick

A High Fivefold Dive

Count your fingers and toes!
It's five that drives betides!
For our minds can't juggle
More than five at once.
Can't grip, grasp sense - six.

How we sense and perceive,
Also comes in five flavors.
Touch, sight, smell, taste, hearing,
Which constrains, contorts our thoughts,
Into believing we know what's
Right, true, all so insightful!

But, why or why five?
Has ego, fear, doubt, desire
Succumbed to

The Dancing Dumpster Fire

A flaming contrivance of heat,
The dumpster was quick on its feet.
It danced on its toes,
Though why, no one knows,
A partner it never did meet.

I want fifteen fingers and twenty toes

Next time around I want fifteen fingers and twenty toes
What I would do with them, only is known by me and my nose.
I would have two nostrils and six eyes of royal sky blue.
Some could call me a monster; it would be long overdue.

My body would be corpulent, Rubenesque, Hilda-cartoon like.
My hips too large to

my toes get hurt

My toes are often sheepheaded at best
Their minds invisible, often at rest
But when I dropped an I-pad on them
They came awake with angry vigor and vim

I had no idea that a toe could hurt so
It swelled up like July corn that continued to grow
I was yelling in pain, oh, me, oh, my, oh!”
Hoping to alert

Broken Toes

Dancing toes paint a liquiscent waltz
Fluttered limbs impossible grace
Floating form the unreal flight
Shelves of air on feathers
Ballerina's death
Preposterous
Bewildered
Starving
Art

Sticky toes

   Throw all my socks away.
   Going barefoot,
   Across the floors today.

   Momma said," Where are your socks?"

   Shrugging my shoulders,
   Throwing up my hands.
   They must have gone to sock land.

   Momma frowned,
   Looked around.
 

Fish Fleeing

sand between the toes 
rising up catching the wave 
fish fleeing past feet 
 

Ocean

Ocean the blue cat 
likes to suck on random toes 
taste the salty sweat 
 

Sara Teasdales Toes

My toes are petals, pale and small,
Whispering secrets to the night;
They dance upon the marble floor,
Tracing dreams in silver light.

Each step I take, they softly press
Against the earth, so cool and wide,
They know the songs of summer’s end
And winter’s kiss, where we would hide.

They curl within the velvet sheets,
A gentle prayer in twilight's keep,
They know

Beauty Shoes for Beauty Toes

Beauty shoes for beauty toes.
When it will stop, no one but knows.
I felt like a princess when I saw these heels.
Each toe was crying at the horribleness each feels.

I had shoved them down into this gorgeous shoe so hard.
Some of them were singing sad songs, like a whipped bard.
Beauty shoes for beauty toes, but certainly

wiggle those toes

Wiggle those toes, baby girl, wiggle those toes.
It is fun to finally get off those scratchy pantyhose.
She laughs with delight, as the spigot drips like a nose.
Tiny drops of water landing with splashes on her happy toes.

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