Best Steeper Poems

I am getting tired of the tidal waves
That bring me to shore,
Spit me out and drag me in once more.
I am tired of the crest...

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The coolness of the morning air, rushing over me,
Silent running, sunrise, peace, tranquility,
Heart is pumping faster, breathing getting deeper,
Stride’s becoming shorter, as the hill grows...

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I walk deeper and deeper into my own mind, looking for something while completely blind. 
Nights embrace only makes me travel deeper, with the road...

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From now on, I'll focus eyes above the trees
when years have yet to be designed
with unknown lands, the eyes can't see.

I can't forget what's ...

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"All we have to decide is what to do with 
            the time that...

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If heaven permits
I will be a robin
Perching
Up on a sunlit branch of a tree
Gazing at the far-off light
That flourishes out on the vanilla sky

I will...

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Calling oneself a poet takes unmitigated gall and guts  
And he or she should be prepared 
To throw oneself off a high cliff
Or under...

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The water rushed by pulling at me as I struggled to hold onto the moss covered
rocks, but they were slippery and my hands to not...

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I awoke to find 
that Jack Frost had paid a visit 
to my bedroom windows
for the very first time 
this Winter.

If only I had seen...

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Forgive me
for all the apologies I didn't write,
for all the times
I didn't get it right,
for all the times
all I did was lie,
and for every time...

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Mother; Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I know I wasn’t part of the plan
And uncertainty is all I bring-
To a being who’s...

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Sometimes words skillfully spoken
To play the slots insert the tokens

Pull the handle and play the dare
You really believe the game is fair?

You believe all is...

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In the early part of the novel year 
When in Aquarium sun anneals hair
And nights already at noon disappear,

When the hoarfrost makes  ground a...

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I thought of one of my nephews before I wrote this, God bless him please

He's from a western land where the hustla's real,
And the thugs'll...

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Of new pains new verses must be composed 
To give matter for the canto twenty
Of the canticle first, treating sunk posed.

I just was inclined with...

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