Tippytoes poems on Hello Poetry

samasati Sep 2012

I want to ****** you with my blue eyes
take you in for a little while
then walk away into another room
then come back and take you in a little while longer
until you come over and speak to me
then I want to listen to your every word
nod, smile, laugh, touch your arm
touch your thigh
look into your eyes
telling you
I want to kiss you
secretly in some kind of visual code,
that I want to lick your neck a little bit
and nibble on your ear
make you go crazy
make you tingle and pull away from
feeling too overwhelmed
then coming back to receive more,
and after that happens,
I want to crawl my fingers up your shirt
feel your warm stomach skin
ribs
chest
shoulders
pulling it over your head and throwing it on the floor
caressing your torso
hand prints against your back
pulling you closer toward me
pressing my pelvis up against yours
taking initiative
on my tippytoes
letting you take initiative
bending your back to my height
and it’s all muscle memory from there on;
breaking away from your lips and pressing my own
up against your collar bone
your shoulders
your chest
your treasure trail
your hip bones
undoing your belt
taking quite some time at this task because I find that
every man’s belt is very confusing to undo -
finally, success
pulling it through the belt loops
popping the button out of the hole
unzipping the zipper
clasping onto each side and pulling down
pushing down
they’re around your ankles and you step out
and then you’re in your briefs
just your briefs
all else is skin and devilish looks
then, pushing me onto the bed
on top of me with a ******* pressing up against
the space between my open legs
that wrap around your hips
kissing my neck
biting my neck
licking my neck
my earlobes
my shoulders
my collar bone
tongue swirls around the aroused tips of my chest
arousing me more
wanting me more
wanting you more
then you’ll take off my underwear and I’ll be fully naked
for you
on this bed that I want to ******* on
biting my lip
leaning forward to pull down your briefs
and you are fully naked
for me
you pop out freely
hard
stiff
pink
eager
your ******* linger low and decide I am ready
in goes the stiff
out goes a moan
out pulls the stiff
in it goes again
I cannot describe what it is like
when you look me in the eyes when we make love

Kyle Reeves May 2020

Stones and Daisies

my daughter is almost 5
and my son is nearly 2
I could simply say they're one and four
but when the number's higher it sounds a little better
they're less babies and more childlike
you know, bigger and more wise
I'm more wise

my daughter is almost five
and my son is nearly two
they're in our yard with twig berrets
and mud stained smiles posing for a postcard to make the hose drinking generation proud.
he straddles the ground, chest bare like he's Tarzan and howls at the blue sky
challenging the sun

I look at him like he's made of stone
she's a daisy pedal I crush in my hand and compress into a diamond
the toxins dripping from the curling edges of my lips burn the dirt from her face
the shine of the light washes out the blood on my knuckles.
a ring on my finger and my hands look clean

my daughter is almost five
and my son is nearly two
their muddy fingers comb their feral hair
and their green feet clip the grass till they find jagged rocks
they weep over skinned kneecaps and with one arm I pull her close
with the other I slug his shoulder, "buck up kiddo, you'll be alright"
I hold a stone in each hand, and call one a precious gem while I build my house out of the other

my skin has washed against those stones since they were none and none
built into the houses of a thousand graveyards I've watched daisies pile over golden sarcophaguses
watched them wilt at the bottom of alters built on stone
I won't carve epitaphs into these hearts I hold

my daughter is almost five
and my son is nearly two
we drag fallen branches to our firepit and dance to music next to the flames
like weightless stone his strength surges to his tippytoes
she powders his nose with ash and pretends she's a cheetah
her game isn't to **** she just wants to chase
princes have their feet welded to pedestals and the sport's no fun for her

my children aren't rocks, they're stardust
I won't make kings or queens I've no providence over their future
so I'll **** the venom from the sky and watch them walk back to the stars
I may not be a champion but I'll be their father

Future generations deserve the best from our histories, not toxic artifacts

#fatherhood #children #toxicmasculinity #love #play #*****

janet marie king Apr 2015

INSIDE OUT

FEELING NUMB LIKE A ****,,TIPPYTOES UP UP WE GO,,,SO NUMB COMING DOWN,RUNNING FROM OUR OWN FROWNS,DANCINGDANCING ON OUR FEET TOO FEEL THE WORLD UNDERNEATH,BREAKING ALL THE RULES OF MEN,,WE ENJOY FEELING ,,WE CAN PRETEND ,TOO BE INSIDE OUT,IS LIKE A FEELING OF NO DOUBT,,CARELESS AND BEYOND WE CARRY ON,,WITHOUT A CARE WE STAY UP ALLNIGHT AND STARE AT THE BARE NOTHING THERE FEELING INSIDE OUT..........................Comfortably Numb..

Ceida Uilyc Mar 2019

I am dead because you killed me

Why didn’t you keep your promise?
I wept
Loud
By Day
Noon
Night

Why didn’t you think of me once?
I waited
TippyToes
By the doors
Gates
Alleys

Why didn’t you come back?
I counted
Days
By seconds
Minutes
Hours

Was it my command to leave?
You sprint
Out Away
Sans looks
Tears
Hugs

Couldn’t you look back once?
I glared
Silhouette
Fading
Skeleton
Dots

Where the hell were you?
I knew
To Trust
Was Folly
*******,
Now I am dead.

depression

Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2021

Short Straw

Eenie, Meenie, Miny, Mo,
drums beat loud, a finger shows
Tigers prowl within our reach
—on tippytoes our fate impeached

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Arek Oct 2020

Carpet Diem

Go and seize the day
grab it with both hands
don't worry what the others say
or if it offends

Don't be bashful or be shy
trust your heart and nose
reach out and then touch the sky
on your tippytoes

and then let yourself be fooled
that your life is complete
before the rug is swiftly pulled
from beneath your feet

— The End —