Best Steady Poems
The teacher was a steady flame
the students, tiny candles
She lit their wicks without a hitch
not once did her flame twitch.
I am living steady
I am moving steady
In unsteady times
Keeping my balance and smiles
Though the world is unsteady
Keep moving and ready
To meet God in His kingdom
And live forever in freedom
Glorify God in good and bad times
So that you can overcome at all times
Cause the devil goes around
Stalking victims to run aground
Jesus the rock is ever steady
He is ever ready
To save those that trust in Him from troubles
As the devil strikes His grace is doubled
Dark days are coming, darling;
Dark days are on our horizon.
A test of our love-
they'll try to tap our strength.
Keep your eyes steady with mine,
and above all, refuse their light.
I sit here alone,
yet our fingers intertwine.
Walk slowly
when the world insists on haste;
your breath remembers what you forget.
Choose kindness
even when no one is watching~
it strengthens the unseen self.
Hold truth
like a lantern in your palm,
letting its light fall where it may.
And listen~
for wisdom often whispers
long before it speaks aloud.
Our little stream flows
but a trickle most days
but rises, runs, today --
all busy energy.
Its perky
change of pace
does not match
my current cast of face.
Still, this steady
slow drizzle
has its damp uses --
laving dusty leaves
to clean and shiny green.
I am not thankful
for gray skies --
they bring no joy
as bright sunshine might...
only sober, quiet periods
for reflection
unaffected by the colors
of cheerier weather.
Stranded on the road, closed up tight in her shell
Too frightened to head out of the heavy traffic
I took the turtle home to make sure all was well.
She was hungry for she hadn’t eaten since a day
So I dug up four juicy earthworms and put in a bin
The first worm wiggled but the turtle didn’t prey.
We sat quietly and waited and waited and waited
Ants crawled across the pavement and we waited
Hummingbirds buzzed overhead and we waited.
Finally I noticed her eyes tracking a worm,
Slowly shifting her body in right direction
Snapped opened her jaws, picked up the worm
And gummed it to death as turtles lack teeth.
Was full after two worms, a bit in mouth like a cigar
Autism in turtles is a successful failure
Its shell, an amazing self-defense mechanism
Carry their homes and are always at home
Self sufficient mostly, long life, and endurance
Proving the proverb, “Slow and steady wins the race”.
** Inspired by a visit to Myrtle Beach State Park, SC (eastern box turtle
(Terrapene carolina carolina)
July 30, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
There is no greater feeling than to be alive and free
Spending our lives on God's green earth
Reveling in the warmth of yet another sun filled day
The rainy days are sent to us only to remind us
How much we appreciate dear old Mr. Sol
It's what keeps us alive in anticipation of his return
The sun is the source of everything we have here on Earth
We revel in it's ray but also cover up
When we get too much of a good thing
It can be extremely harmful
Which also applies to us here on earth
Everything in moderation should be our motto
It's evident every where we wander
The trick is not to go overboard
When you discover something exhilarating
Just remember, “slow and steady wins the race!”
That shouldn't stop us from enjoying life
We just need to step back every once in a while
Take stock and appreciate everything we have...
NOT what we don't have!
This may sound like a lecture from this old geezer
But there's one thing I do have...
That's a lifetime of experience
© Jack Ellison 2014
The city in the summer nights,
Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow
Living does RHYME with time.
Strange be a drastic decision
Proceeding without permission.
Bad luck? Nothing but superstition.
Lying leads to reprimanding in. The
Lime light to pretending.
Love letters lead to a romance rekindled
And some slow dance of remembrance
As a symphony orchestra played late
Into the AFTER THOUGHTS of midnight' s
Afternoon.
Worthy of a perfect dream to much to
Conceive, which gives birth to unbelief
And the RETURN TO REALITY.
The city in the summer nights.
Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow.
In winter's coldest blast or summer's heat
Contentment reigns with you here by my side.
My heart behaves with strong and steady beat.
Small pains and woes, I easily abide.
If by some chance my love should be denied
And you're unwilling to stand here with me,
How worthless then all future life would be.
Forgive me love, if unto you I cling
And seek your promise you will always stay.
For like a lonely bird with broken wing
Perhaps I wouldn't last a single day.
Don't treat my heart as it were throwaway.
Love comes but once for some of us, it's true.
A lifetime's worth of love I bear for you.
By: Joyce Johnson
Written January 29, 2014
Posted January 29, 2014
a steady eye --
the attack dwells in calm
sitting ready
read "about the poem"
Actions and hope that may keep us going
And give us some satisfaction knowing
That our care for others is still growing,
And our zest for life continues flowing;
Are people and activities glowing
With their love and inspiration showing
That what we are reaping, we are sowing;
Ensuring we don’t chase what is blowing.
So when our challenges cup is bowing,
And through life’s rough rapids we are rowing,
In our hold is love we could be throwing
And patience and kindness we are towing.
Am I a guide within your view?
Whisper it—if it rings true.
I walked where quiet justice stirred,
Where duty moved but spoke no word.
Am I a voice among the crowd?
Let truth respond, though not aloud.
I bore your cause when few would stay,
And held its weight without display.
Am I the one you’d call ideal?
I left a trace—subtle, real.
From first to last, I did my part,
With anchored mind and open heart.
I wore no crown, no shining badge,
Yet stood along the silent edge.
And where I go, through dusk or dew,
The vow I kept still travels too.
Beyond the hour, I remain—
Not for title, not for gain.
No echo chased, no self to feed—
Just the motion. Just the need.
For something greater, still unnamed,
I’ve walked through ash, endured the flame.
No mirrored praise, no beacon bright—
Yet I endure, and hold the night.
The task unseen still shapes my way—
In silence more than words can say.
I tread where others fail to see,
And carry what was passed to me.
No selfish claim, no grasp for grace—
Just steady hands in shifting space.
What drives me none may clearly see—
But in the hush… the work is me.
time never slows down
she’s constant like syllables
she keeps a schedule
tick tick tick tick
precise and clean
steady and predictable
time never speeds up
driving at a steady pace
both hands ready
"Sherry will go with you, if you ask",
A Seventh grade girl whispered to me
"Go where?", I asked, sensing a new task
She smiled and said, "Go steady silly!"
"Oh", I said, not sure what that meant
Girls were such a daunting endeavor
Steady sounded like a stable event
But how do we do it together?
Now in this friendship with a twist
I felt much more than a little naive
Her "Sherry" bracelet on my wrist
Secretly covered up with my sleave
One time she told me on the phone
She had a new one piece bathing suit
"Which piece I asked" ,my mind fairly blown
She then accused me of trying to be cute
Mom by chance the bracelet did see
She said, "You're too young for this,"
"Break it up and don't say it was me."
So I did before we had a first kiss
After that our love had no chance
We'd see each other but not speak
I felt bad about my first romance
We went steady almost a whole week!