Best Stepping Poems

Under your heavenly gaze magic appears perfect 
a thousand whispers sail through the oceans current 
each wave warmly echoes of a sun filled promise 
Our time is held when precious jewels they glimmer 
every breath gasps breathless holding dearest soul
where the silken ribbons circle around...

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I had never felt a part of the we
Not sure how I was supposed to be
I stood on tiptoes trying to see
Wondering if there was room for me

I floated at the edges like smoke
Laughing imperceptibly at a joke
Wanting to be like other folk
Yet in my...

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What wondrous goal makes tiny planet Earth
   a stepping stone in life's eternal sea?
What spectral promise gives its journey worth
   as it conforms to cosmic destiny?
What tireless pulse gives rhythm to its flight
   beyond the steady rule of moon...

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Stepping Through Time

I 
find that
I’m dancing
with a tall man.
Joy floods my soul, for
I am with my hero!
He’s awkward and lanky, but
his arm is strong around my waist.
As he smiles down at me, I recall
people had called him homely. Could they not
see - emanating from his...

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I step into the temple
in search of painted dreams
Figures wrapped in irresistible shine 
they come to life within their fresco prisons
A kaleidoscope of painted saints
powerless to answer the prayers of mortals

I sit in my darkest hope and worry
breathing in God’s unfathomable presence
I search for calm...

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The day fast fades
the end draws near
our time is fleeting
so brief and so dear

Over and over
I longed for you so
the longing unanswered
and so I must go

I gave you my life
you gave me my death
in very small portions
between every breath

You ravaged my heart
and invaded my mind
an...

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A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
                      revealing the face of a blushing coquette.
       ...

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Stepping Over The Problem

I make my bed 
on the street
Curled in a doorway 
under your feet
You step over me
we're unlikely to meet
I'm covered in newspaper
sometimes a plastic sheet
trying to hold onto warmth
just a small amount of heat

Kelowna's councillors
they are so wise 
They vote to shield...

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I must carry this torch down to the cave
To shed light upon the walls of my heart
For, if not, I will take it to my grave
And on that path may make an early start

I cannot think of love, when love is what
Consumes my every thought...

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Stepping out of time

I tried to make you jealous
As it slowly broke my heart
Every time the music played
it tore my soul apart

As I walked in the room
I put on my biggest smile
The love songs I wished were ours
played on the DJ,s dial

The music had a...

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Maybe Someday

In a honky tonk in Denver forty years ago
I taught a strange brunette beauty how to dance real slow.
Our eyes had met and locked when the lights were way down low.
I was sure  I knew her but just how I did not know.
We...

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Beneath the passage of the sun
I surrender thoughts to a mindless haze
and turn my eyes around to gaze
upon the wave of rolling hills,
where tender grass is ever growing-- 

Where cattle graze, with sounds of lowing 
among the fragrant flowers, wild
I will smile and play, just...

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All year I wait- anticipate the 
rusting of the leaves.....the
mad disorder of them blowing
filling up the eaves
I long to brace against the chill
with woodsmoke in the air.
and walk these orange corridors
where all the trees are bare.

As I step this cushioned path at year’s end 
suddenly...

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Meandering past dusk
Within my solace of dreams
Across this garden of roses and vine
Luminous and vibrant
Yearning life anxiously
Each a soft dreaming infant
Stepping amid buds and blossoms
Extolling the blushing rose
Oblivious to shoots crushed under my feet
I render innocent futures extinct...

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A warped board on a bench seat
causing discomfort 
to an old bum, an aching foot,
a touch of pity all came to keep me
self-sealed inside a bag of skin. 
I took no note of the river
almost licking at my feet, 
the evening's prayerful quiet,
the sky slowly...

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