Best Stairs Poems
Sitting at the top of the stairs
Reflecting on my life
Looking at the bottom
Of the stairs
A place I used to be and know
I realize how far I've come
And far there is left to go.
It was always three steps forward
Two steps back
Uphill everyday
Carrying a heavy
Troubled filled sack
Struggling not to fall
Between the cracks
And hit the ground
With a bump once more.
Just as I had many times before.
I was never weak
But much to strong
Never knowing when to stop
I just carried on and on
Suddenly my whole world fell apart
I lost my old self
My heart ripped apart
My childhood caught up with me
And poisoned my blood.
So whenever I feel once more like giving up
I find myself going back to the stairs
To take a look
To see how far I've come
And the battles I've won
And where there was just darkness
At last I see the sun
And smile again.
Peter Dome.copyright.2015.May.
For The Love Of Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
The shadows beneath the stairs is what I believed to be my hell.
There I was, countless nights, too injured to show my
true face. If only I had been loved instead of being damaged.
I sat there. I cried there. I mourned there. I died there.
Lost in maltreatment I thought I could survive that last time.
Broken and made imperfect from his morose doom. How could he think
he would get away with ending his wife’s life? I was born innocent
and I died dirty. Filthy essence of guilt and fear. I dreaded
when the work day was over. I dreaded making the kids hide
in the corner. Now my sweet children are suffering
without a nurturing mother to comfort them the way
they need and deserve. Oh, the revile that scorched me
morning after morning and night after night.
I was ashamed while he was proud….
I was repentant while he was around…
Disconnected a connection for the pleasure of my pain.
Here I am, above the clouds overseeing the actions
of a monster who decimated his supposed soul mate.
My blood was shed while he stood there
haughty and content with the outcome. I thought I loved him
like roses, and needed him like breath. He hated me like
like an inferno and he needed me like pleasurable torment.
If only I could’ve seen the truth behind the destruction
maybe I would’ve survived this tragedy. But no matter what
I am protected now. My children are safe now that
he is behind bars, deserving the punishment of the
consequences of his immoral wrong doings.
The shadows beneath the stairs is what I believed to be my hell.
I sat there. I cried there. I mourned there. I died there.
Date Written: April 6, 2016
!In God's might*!!
!Victory ahead!!!
!God empowers!
!I do trust Him!!!
!On for service!!!
!Share blessings!
!God guides!!!
!He’s my light!
!Faith in His Word!
!Grace He gives!!!
!God leads the way!
!I follow His steps!!!
!God is my beginning!
!In Him I must start!!!
*Daniel 2:20 ...Blessed be the name of God for ever and ever: for wisdom and might are his.
December 10, 2018
Honorable Mention, "Shape Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 12/15/2018.
Living in a house very old,
it was always drafty and cold.
Metal stairs to the basement lead,
from an old pirate's ship they said.
Was this story really told?
On the ship many were sick~dead,
did they all walk the plank in red.
Those metal steps brought real fear,
a bottomless pit was so near.
Dark and dusty I must now head.
The washer~dryer were in here,
clean clothes I needed to appear.
I headed for the metal stairs,
a voice was calling in the airs.
Where are you now going my dear?
Date Written:6/9/2022
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naked together
you clothe me in the fabric of your desire
all the while soothing my want
your lips part and make a smile
and i die. i die inside. i die inside and out
time moves too quickly
before i know it you leave
all left is a covered memory
barely fills the insatiable me
until once again it's we
You've reached the top, so
there's nowhere left to climb.
Enjoy the mountain view now
for there's a shortage of time.
With every step you take,
tread gently and stroll long
for bagpipes are awaiting
another moment's song.
Come down with graceful ease,
like an eagle, gliding low.
When you reach the sower's ground
there are mysteries below.
12-9-2020
Climbing Stairs
Resolve won’t do it
anymore. Used to be
a deep breath and
a closed fist could
scale anything.
Should have exercised more.
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
May 28, 2013
A man once had to climb the mountain of truth to discover his fountain of youth, with hopes of finding greatness in false truths but he found it in you, when opportunity knocks sometimes we don't even bother to look through the peephole, but yet we keep hope until we realize every chance you don't take equals to zero, no matter if you have to skip, crawl, hop, or leap....it doesn't matter if you're strong or weak, add fuel to your drive because opportunity is around the corner and you're in the front seat.
My time will come to rest,
When I get over there.
My labor will be over,
When I climb those golden stairs.
So I will patiently await
My call to come upstairs.
I’ll work and trust in God-
The one who hears my prayers.
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Stairs
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/1990
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If the cupboard under the stairs could talk
I wonder what it would say
Would it tell me of those who hid in it
When there was rent to pay
What about the poor frightened child
Back in nineteen forty
Locked inside it for hours at a time
Just for being naughty
It could tell of the granda who sheltered inside
When bombs landed on Spion Kop
Crouched inside, hands over his ears
So that he couldn’t hear the bombs drop
Does the cupboard remember the numerous times
When gran hid boxes of chocolates in there
She would go in and eat them on the sly
Because she was too greedy to share
We used to have a gas man
I think his name was Peter
He came about four times a year
To read our old gas meter
He’d open up the cupboard door
And illuminate the meter with his torch
He laughed when we told him that Grandma
Used a match to light a bulb in the porch
I remember when I was five
Playing hide and seek in the house
I was quietly sat in the cupboard
And came face to face with a mouse
He left a long trail of foil
He'd had Grandma’s chocolate for a meal
I got the blame and not the mouse
Imagine how that made me feel
During the war, it was sometimes the fashion
To use the cupboard under the stairs
For food that was on ration
People appreciated what was theirs
It was used as a pantry for Bacon,
Butter, sugar and powdered egg
Some people had extra coupons
While others had to beg
In nineteen ninety seven,
As I’m sure you are aware
Harry Potter, young wizard, at four Privet Drive
Lived in a cupboard under the stairs
Our cupboard is no longer there
And neither is the house
My grandma has passed away
And the chocolate-loving mouse
If you still have a cupboard
And it’s underneath the stairs
Just sit down and think awhile
What could have happened in there
Life's journey is the climbing of stairs to heaven door
entering returns peace, joy, and harmony to your spirit
as the journey of life ends, you have another to explore
As with the circle of life you start the climb full in spirit
My perception of heaven
Mountain
No sherpa, rope
Or faithful steed
In stocking feet
I do proceed
Each day I climb
Relentless slope
To rest my weary head
And hope
That once the peak
Of my desire
To elevated place
Aspire
Concludes.
No flag or
Selfie pose will take
No Instagram.
No front page stake.
Just me.
To hear the lost applause
Of decades climbing
For the cause
And when the final
Bell tolls here..
The challenge ends.
The final year.
My human vehicle
Now kaput
The mode of transport
No sock dressed foot
My rationale
I will defend
As heaven's stairs
Now, I ascend
The greatest mission
Has to start..
An expedition
Of the heart
Jinjagoliath
13th April 2023
Down the stairs
Swirling in air
when my hair stuck
off stairs I rolled.
Written Feb 23rd, 2016
For contest by Marugo MO
Step
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