Best Stepping Stone Poems
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 and sun?
What answer to the never-ending plight
of why and where and how it was begun?
Alive within my beating human heart
there dwells solution that can end the quest,
for born of God, I know the truth in part...
He lodged it there with grace within my breast.
From earth-life end, I step to hallowed lands,
where my Creator waits with outstretched hands.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 231
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 11/01/2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: Where To You Think You Will Spend Eternity?
Sponsor: Laura Leiser
Judged: 09/15/2015
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 addiction so sweet
a torment unkind
The truth is masked
where your comforts abound
and rigor sets in
when your pleasures are found
So now I must flee
for my very life
lest you kill me with kindness
that cuts like a knife
I pray for the darkness
for fear I'll be trapped
in the lingering glimmer
of your charms enrapt
My sudden departure
is not without tears
our dysfunctional union
did last many years
I'm leaving your world
I shall not be back
I head for the brightness
as you fade to black
You once used me
and now I'll use you
as a hard stepping stone
to a life brand new
Perseverance
(no more, no less)
The first stepping-stone
To success.
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Third & Final Itty Bitty Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placing: 6th
Hope is the Closest step to fear
Charma
because life is limited
men measure the length of life
using the rulers marked to their own standard;
some cry, some sigh, some worry to death, while others,
tremble with uncontrollable rage; yet they struggle to stretch
their life as long as they can and hold onto it, though they know
very well life is misery
the poor kneel down at dawn in front of unknown divine spirits,
offering freshly drawn water and begging for relief from
dire poverty and for a better life;
the rich are hanging onto the elixir of eternal life,
which was tens of thousands of years of constant exertions to discover;
but the ends are the same, every one most go someday and that’s why, though not of own will, but with closed resigning eyes submit to death
and that makes me wonder why pathetic life is not worth
stretching or reincarnating though, everyone is hanging onto
an illusory hope that is thinner than a spider web
agonizing to extend it;
no matter how large sum the money you spend
there is no miracle drug warrants for eternal life;
no matter how much you cry at the top of your voice
there is no spirit would hear your cry;
every life, poor or rich, must go one day
why doesn’t anyone admit themselves that every life is destined
from birth to die? all are dwelling on this side of the river
for a while and time comes most cross the river. they step on
the stepping stones that extend to the eternal world laying
beyond yonder horizon. even though this world may be a challenging place to live for a while.
last night, I saw many souls crossing over the stepping stones
to the other side of the world, they looked so pathetic because
they were dragging their feet with drooping shoulders as if cows
taken to a slaughterhouse
Our frozen bones,
have drifted far from home,
most of our days,
were paved with stepping stones,
set in our ways,
we left it all long ago,
buried alive,
under those stepping stones.
We can’t go back,
no matter how much pain,
there’s no escape,
just days and nights of rain,
long distance calls,
unanswered telephones,
the hidden cost of
lives built with stepping stones.
You can't take it back, but don’t be afraid,
we’ll build something good with your broken remains.
Stepping stone soldiers, lay down your bones,
we’ll scatter what’s left in those fields that you made.
Stepping stone soldiers, cold and alone,
soon you'll be buried in a stepping stone grave.
Vegetables now ready
Peeled and so fresh
It's potato and Welsh leek
Mm, stepping stone soup
Delicious in taste
Expressive
Wow!
You know that all you have to do is shout
And I'll be there;
At anytime you find yourself in doubt,
I'd be near.
I'm always the one you come to,
When you're feeling alone.
I'd do anything for you,
But I'm just a stepping stone.
You don't love me
And probabaly never have.
Just a stepping stone
That starts us on our path
Through this journey filled with hope
Of success in which to grasp
Also along the way
There are many ups and downs
But in each of our lives
A purpose can be found
Knowing for our selves
In order to remain strong
Our trust must be in God
And Him we should lean on
We should always remember
That together we're never alone
Cause this is only the beginning
For it's just a stepping stone.
FAILURES
Failing in your efforts to achieve your cherished dream
Are just the keys to the possible success supreme;
If your steps to reach the peak in the dark hard seem,
Lift up your spirit, leap forward in its guiding beam;
Unless unswervingly you move to face trials extreme
Reaching success is best forgotten - a daydream;
Embrace your failures and on you move and gleam,
See yourself shine as do the skies in the sunbeam;
Date: 09/06/2021
Message In An Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
at the other side of river
are the stolen roots of healing-moon-giving trees
left by wayward wind.
my skin whispers—
wind is traversing to reach the corn field of druid
for another robbery;
that it’s a good chance for me to be
a thief and rejuvenate my lacerations-covered heart.
without blinking,
i jump from bank to stepping stone to stepping stone
to stepping stone.
[if i leave a stone unturned, stone wouldn’t
wait to haunt me like guilty for( long/ ever) ]
another jump—
my right foot on the old
stepping stone and i am
river’s sensuality.
i am wet,
wet as mad hen,
wet as mad hen.
wetness adds to the weight. i am heavy. my body
is a loaded chariot without horses and charioteer.
/* blindfolded blindfaith */
It was a stepping-stone,
ten and half years, but a stepping-stone
A woodstove burning on the hill
Distant mountains seen through bare trees
A place of laughter and many tears
Accidents, achievements, love and loss
Flowers and wildlife so wild, but tame
Quietness that settled the soul
Bird songs that brought a yearning to dance
Sunrises and sunsets seen through the windows
A timeframe in life, that will live in my heart
A stepping-stone to here, with pieces from there
Now, a new illuminating place, filled with grace
Heidi Sands
4/8/25
(C)opyright
stepping stones realms is
yearning to learn - and share with
others on the path
I’ve been robbed of perfection
Then starved for attention
When I though I’d found love
She gave up, without mention
I’ve endured pain for my wisdom
Then lost my mind thinking
When I thought I’d found love
She gave up without blinking
I’ve put my madness in ink
Then burned it onto paper
When I thought I’d found love
She gave up without failure
I’ve gathered that I was wrong all along
She wasn’t my love and she wasn’t strong
Although she helped me along the way
Her words were the lies that her eyes portrayed
Now that it’s over, I look back and see
She was a stepping stone on my path to be free
D.R.L.
Preparing The Lips for repeated groans
And The Heart for as many moans,
Left long in it one’s contacting phone:
“To whom it concerns I’m pitiably alone!”
Suffering never was a stepping stone
To our Remote-Controlled Throne,
For all its merits steadily overblown
And at Non-sufferers readily thrown …
Some bit Suffering releases in The Grown
With the doggedness he’d sown:
The often insupportable lighter,
The Rather Darker, Much Brighter
Tasked legs that no longer totter
A furnace now cooler that was hotter.
Still, The Never Ceasing Suffering
Keeps Singular Pain Offering
And as a spring board
The Regionally Broad.
Faster advancing The Dish-Washing American
Than A Nigerian Mover of filled Jerry can.