Best Stepping Out Poems
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 sultry beat
the night had a subtle glow
Strong hands held me oh so close
Yet it was you're love I wished to know
All the time I danced with him
You coulda tapped his shoulder
I tried so hard to make you jealous
in hopes it would make you bolder
But step by step you walked away
with each step it broke my heart
every beat that the music played
slowly ripped my soul apart
He expressed words I wished were yours
beautiful words whispered in my ear
Yet as we circled round the room
it was only you I wanted near
My thoughts of you they lingered
with each song I slowly died
I longed for your familiar hands
if only you had tried
I wanted to make you jealous
Step by step you walked away
my strategy it backfired
I wish I could reclaim yesterday!
Chuck Melugin wrote a piece titled "One Song at a Time" that I quite enjoyed. I thought what if like most men we don't have a clue what is going through a woman's mind. So I wrote this piece from the woman's perspective. Ladies, I hope I have done okay here. Chuck I hope I have not been to bold by expanding on your amazing write.
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 switching on
its nightly extravaganza of stars.
I was too far into myself
to see past my rim.
One can get lost in a stare,
that blank, formless blur
reflecting the endless distances
stretching across the self.
I was bubbled there.
Then slowly things happened,
a tugboat went past, seagulls
protested my presence,
the smell of river mud
thickened the air.
I stepped out and saw
an old man on a bench seat
who I have long known,
brushed the dandruff
from his shoulders,
helped him up and walked
him home.
I tried doing it positive
But it gets over-looked
Show everybody respect
Stay out of people's way
Earn everybody's trust
Sway away from the stereotypes
Keep it unique but authentic
But its like running on a treadmill
Giving all my energy but not making progress
So now the world left me no choice
I want success and I deserve it
I'm tired of being the Black Sheep
So I pledge to climb the ladder
"By any means necessary"
No more sympathy
No more depression
No more excuses
No more self-doubt
No more procrastination
No more talking, just action
My methods wouldn't work
I was too comfortable
So now I step out of my comfort zone
I'm on a mission
I now embark without looking back
Code of Silence will be exercised like never before
God, watch over me 24/7
If you get sleepy
Send some Angels to cover your post
Ready...Set...Go...!
I made a decision tonight
- to step out
and quit my job
A job that I have for 20 years
A job that I love
I don't know what I am going to do
But I know whatever it is
He has me there
I don't know whether it is a step of faith
But I am scared sless
I don't know how I am going to make my mortgage payments
I don't know where the money is going to come from
I don't know how I am going to live
But I know He has me there
A friend was telling me a story about her stepping out
She said "if you don't do what He wants
when He wants you to step out
You are going to lose everything"
Yeah that does make sense
Because He rules
So I am scared
Yet I want to obey
Yet I don't want to lose everything
So yeah a rock and a hard place
So yeah God hear me
This thing is on You
If I suffer, if I am less that I was
If anything
I am going to get You
So hear me God?
I am gonna do this just for You
Where?
I don't know where
What?
I don't know what
With whom?
Ahh never mind
I just do whatever it comes to my mind
So if it's yours, great
If it's not, too bad
'cause I know not
You know this thing is coming, don't you?
You've been leading me through it
I have some inklings
That I am going to walk by faith
- one of these days
Well, that day is here
Hope You are happy
'cause I am not!
Am I?
Full to the brim with hope
My heart
Fluttering like a little bird's
Ready for new endeavors
My mind
Cautions with earlier experience
There is no standing still
My soul
Reveals the inmost truth of life
Their voices swirling in me
Very unsettled
I inspect all the implications
Steadily placing my feet
With love
My eyes draw towards the distance
Taking in the cool air
I know
The future lies ahead of me
Full to the brim with hope
My heart
Flutters like a little bird's
Like the first day of school,
The first step is the scariest.
You were born to be remarkable,
And altogether incomparable.
Don’t you dare punk out,
By running in fear and doubt.
Gear up and step up to plate,
Trust yourself and be great.
Step out of your comfort zone,
Life is tougher in the red zone.
Don’t be afraid to take a chance,
Even if you only get a glance.
If you have the passion to dream,
Develop the desire to succeed.
Get out there and make it happen.
It’s time to put your dreams into action.
Her secret fantasy; she was afraid that someone would find out..
About her love as wanton desire, for women; sensual sexual, urges.
Lightening strikes
I know the feeling
My heart grows heavy
In need of healing
Shy
For fear of rejection
The sky grows dark
My eyes to black
Consumed by doubt
I venture out...
Stepping out into the air
Each, and every minute
has a chance that is rare
Take it before you forget.
The moment of opportunity
Can magnifying your options
You are here with the ability
For Stepping out into action.
More ready to uncover solutions
Advance to the amazing zone,
In performance that eclipse passions
To make dreams the reality you own.
Consumed the loss of things
And step out into the new air.
Meet clouds with resounding wings
Flapping in the open atmosphere
You will be a king or a queen
With the will and motivation
To rule the realm that you have seen
Floating with time and motion.
Back in the day music was good.
We enjoyed ourself no matter what part of town.
From the shotguns, to the high-rises.
The urge that instantly becomes testimonial.
Immediately we'd feel better soon as the music plays.
We'd forget everything else.
Like millions of feet echoing through our ears.
Our body reacts.
The experience of true euphoria when the music takes over.
Suddenly the load doesn't seem so heavy.
From the condos to the slums.
The mark of an era.
Going on down the road.
Nothing to do but walk.
Strut your strut.
The struggle to be free.
The stratosphere doesn't seem all so far.
The absolute rule of thumb.
Coming alive blowing out the dust,
The relationship between artist to listener.
To welcome birth.
The experience of it all.
Nothing but the road in front.
Strutting along.
Living, breathing.
To enjoy yourself no matter what part of town.
From projects to burb.
To step off the curb leave work behind.
Dance the block.
Clocking out.
Stepping to life.
Some of the best memories ever
I couldn't come to visit you,
After we followed up behind you,
And the four men carrying;
They really had no right to.
Some difficult path that was, wasn't it,
Putting you into box, then leaving you,
Lowered under turf?
I thought my gaunt expression then,
Would sink like turf should. Put away,
Forget; the buried soil, the rot.
And yet, it still catches me occasionally,
When I think of the last complete picture
Before this. I cannot go back
At you sticking up, erect; refusing death.
I will think some allusive thought,
That you are up and about walking
The mass of graves late at night,
Refusing to sink.
How do I handle your still fresh grave
And settle you to sleep in my heart?
I cannot bare coming back with you
Running rampant through my veins.
There is no relief in putting your face
Away in boxes where I do not cease to see
You reminding me constant,
As every beat, you add a murmur too.
When I have trouble finding your mark,
Your precise spot, I will visit again
Your plot that set you out from every stone,
Is ground, just land that settles down
And makes it right.
Everyone the same, today, and
Tomorrow's light.
STEPPING OUT
Stepped out this morning after many torrid days.
Stillness and dreeping dampness met my gaze.
Trees above thankful for the welcome swallow.
I too breathed deep a welcome here below.
You have to be immortal
to placate the gods
Time reaffirming
all memory of
Creation, destruction,
eternity looms
For those who believe
—appeasement exhumes
(Calvary Cemetery: October, 2020)
It’s easy sticking to routines,
Though some might find it boring,
Yet out beyond your comfort zone
Are risks not worth ignoring.
Away from home, your bed and bath,
Especially untested,
Might make you worry that you won’t,
When morning comes, feel rested.
And all the unfamiliar foods,
So different and appealing,
May be too tempting to resist
And leave your stomach reeling.
And even if you do your best
To get your things together
And pack your suitcase carefully,
There could be freaky weather.
Another possibility
Is illness when you travel
And being sick away can cause
Your spirits to unravel.
I get why people never leave
Routines which keep them going,
But sometimes stepping out may tap
A part of you worth knowing.
As
I scent
something new
my taste buds grow-
a
bud,
swells
as the
chocolate
plant flowers my
nose