Best Taking Steps Poems
After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms,
you were this woman who left by choice. All natural decisions
made from a place of despair. Darkness consumed you as you
fell into an addiction with expressions of deep sorrow and remorse.
step by step by step,
taking steps-
foot by foot by foot...
Slower than a run, yet faster than a turtle, closer and closer
towards your oblivion. Into mysterious unconsciousness I
whispered...
"goodbye, my love"...as you walked away.
After the spring but before the leaves, I found you drained of energy. Completely exhausted into nothingness, and through it all, you still
loved me. Seems like yesterday we walked side by side;
you
me
the gentle breeze-
You need not ask for forgiveness, sweetheart, it has been granted
long ago, and before you were gone I already whispered...
“goodbye, my love"...as you walked away.
After the sun but before the rain, you tore out the pages from your
favorite book. You wrote it at such a tender age. Too young to
understand, yet too old to make believe. Big brown eyes,
wearing a ball cap on your head.
Smiling while hiding and running while crying.
I couldn't handle this defeated
hopelessness you wore
on your sleeves
with patches
sewn on
to cover up the burn holes...
I sit at your grave once again.
No tears, no laughter, no guilt-
I stood up and whispered...
"GOODBYE, MY LOVE"...as I walked away.
I wrote this during a difficult grieving time in my life. It had been almost 6 years since my sister took her life. She was always saying goodbye, and it was finally time for me to say goodbye and let go of the guilt and sorrow.
There's nothing like losing someone you love to suicide. I couldn't decide which poem to enter today. My sister led me to this poem, I can feel it (that is exactly why I picked it). This was written on my 1 year anniversary here at PS.
Written: September 27, 2016
How curious, remote, the pain seemed now
As a fly on the ceiling, she looked down
Her body below in a hospital gown
Incessant beeps emitted by machines
With blips and waves on their monitor screens
She tried to cry out; muffled were her screams
No warmth penetrated surgeons’ white masks
“What are they doing?” she wanted to ask
“And how do I know they’re up to the task?”
The scene rolled past like a horror movie
Terror, she feared, would last eternally
But the action, the beeps, stopped suddenly
A creature of light appeared, took her hand
Something seemed familiar about this man
Had they met before in another land?
Through a stone tunnel he guided her now
Without taking steps, but floating somehow
Toward figures moving in a misty shroud
Some she recognized as they drew near
Family and friends whose love she held dear
Were welcoming her; she’d nothing to fear
Parents, an uncle, a cousin and niece
Beckoned her onward, her soul sensed release
In a radiant spectrum, stairway to peace
But as scenes from her life began to unwind
A Deity with a voice so sublime
Said, “I’m sorry, but it’s not yet your time.”
Pulled by a vacuum, withdrawn from the light
Through the tunnel again, though she tried to fight
From the ceiling she gazed, witnessed the sight
Electric currents jump-started her heart
Paddles brought back pain she’d known from the start
When later she woke, there was much to impart
But a skeptical doctor denied her claim
Her “journey” he dismissed as inane
Circuits, claimed he, had misfired in her brain
But she knew the truth, would not be deceived
Even when only her pastor believed
A glimpse of heaven she had received
* * Based on my own experience during surgery long ago.
Path of Life
Roaming down the path of life
Taking steps to avoid strife
Sometimes reaching a dead end
Losing the love of a best friend
Starting on another path
Hoping it’s better than the last
Seeking happiness all of the time
Wishing for someone to call mine
A sharing- love and laughter kind
Someone with whom I truly rhyme
Making life beautifully sublime
In the early morning, winter says hello
Leaving a soft dusting of fallen snow
It lays on the colorful leaves around
Sprinkled white, to the mixture on the ground
In a snap of cold air and wind blowing through,
There is a merging of the old with the new
Taking steps on the sparkling surface of white,
Makes way for the colors, covered in the night
All peeking through winter’s hello, into sight
With a daybreak reminder, everything is alright
Heidi Sands
10/22/18
Keeping your mind,
healthy and open
and taking that big step
through the opportunity door;
you’ll find going up,
the career ladder, easy.
It’s not always easy,
to keep and open mind.
Going straight up
the ladder, opens
many possibilities; open doors
lay at the top, of the steps.
You may not be taking steps;
the climb up so many floors, is not easy.
The illusive door
of the human mind,
is hard to keep open.
Mind locks itself up.
Go ahead, limb on up,
take those steps;
many opportunities will open
and it will be easy,
for your mind,
to open its own door.
When elevators close their doors
and they glide slowly up;
as you get off, mind
your first foot step.
You’ll find it very easy,
any door to open.
The world is full of, open
opportunity doors.
You’ll find an easy
path, as you gradually rise up.
No one wants to go, back a step;
that thought alone, can open any clam shelled mind.
Secure files open, with a code, quite easily.
Through many a doorway; you’ll advance your steps.
Climbing success’s ladder upwards; is simply an act, of the mind.
On a pale July winter
I danced with the last Princess
In the middle of a sordid one room...
So long after sunset and so far from dawn
The smell of tomorrow burnt and tempting
I warmed my frozen fingers between her thighs
When life gave us more losses than victories
Our veins pumping arrogant blood
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather
I had the hope her & I would end up together
I prayed we would grow grey together
Like cannibals reciting shrewed poetry
we danced to the rhythm of our conniving hearts
Our shivering skins shedding off of our ripe skeletons
I listened to her soft bones move like wet clay
I loved her more than sharks love innocent blood
Had her caged in the un-democracy of my frigid hands
Her shivering skin whispering dirty talk to mine
Her breath on my breath, taking the carbon from your lungs
Her fingers like syringes sucking oxygen off of my hemoglobin
We danced our sorrows to Ron Pope and Emelli Sande
Sundays we cuddled all day stuck on alphas
Taking steps back and looked at the bigger picture
Bound by no allegiances before the cliques and fake friends
We danced the pain to the curve
There were no distances we couldnt measure
No numbers louder than we could raise our voices
But we danced in geometrical fractions
Our feet uncaged from our ankle sockets
Ignoring the checkerboards in the morality of our peers
Like vampires running through mystical forests
We danced to the echoes of our miserable days
The anthems hummed by our oppressive government
That conspired to make us choose, need or want
My cataracts starred at her soul
Her soul spoke six languages to my heart and
We danced, with our faces like dominoes
Entagled like flamingoes at birth
Each moment became an equation of cosines
Before we lost it all, we danced!!
Continued from Part 1
Matt Dillon chases Jack LaLane
Around a roller derby lane
I think I need some more cocaine,
So please don’t ever come back Shane
I try to walk another street
When me and Walter Cronkite meet;
He says he thinks the news is neat
And starts to talk about the sleet
I run away as fast I can
When Brinkley and the other man
Say ‘good night Peter, good night Pan’
While Tinker Bell is on the can
A dog starts crapping up the yard,
He must have eaten too much Pard
But watch out, here comes Pat Boone, bard,
He’s taking steps without regard
I find a jackass facing me
And ride as far as far can be
And find myself beneath the sea,
But now Lloyd Bridges faces me
I think he must be on a hunt
To find a mind that he can stunt;
He says ‘they’re sitting all up front
And you can hear them as they grunt’
Old Ironsides rolls into view
And says he’s looking for a clue;
I close my eyes and say ‘me too’
’cause something seems so much askew
I better buy some brand new specs
’cause Mickey Mouse is rated X
And everybody’s doing sex;
Ben Casey gives the VD checks
Hey, Milton Berle is throwing rocks
And Elvis Presley’s chased by flocks
Of girls in teeny bopper socks;
Please help, I’m sick, I need two docs
A weirdo asks me ‘what’s my line
If Ricky Nelson drinks my wine
And Lucy is my concubine;
Paola’s great if I get mine’
I’m looking for a place to hide
I stick my thumb out for a ride
When Jackie Gleason pulls up beside
‘If two squared’s four, can you divide?’
‘Of course I can, I’ve been to school
And I am not nobody’s fool’
I feel I am a molecule
Just floating through a vestibule
So Jackie says ‘you are a kid
But older than a pyramid,
Too bad you’re not a phallic squid;
I say, ah, can you spare a lid?’
Some girls are wearing panty hose
They shave their hair which overgrows
And spray away their bod’s B.O.s;
I want to fade inside my clothes
Continued in Part 3
I have the devil in my ear,
Saying he misses the old me,
It's his decisions that I fear,
So I have to take my next step cautiously,
Taking steps to become a better person,
Doing everything that I can,
With every mistake I learn my lesson,
With every choice I become a better man,
Trying to steer from his foolish ways,
He tries to get me to do things I don't want too,
Just taking it day by day,
Knowing just what I have to do,
If God gave us the choice to be anything we wanted to be,
Then why can't I take off these strains,
Trying to become a better me,
The devils still trying to take what remains,
Though I may have the devil in my ear,
I always have god in my head,
Showing me the direction to where I should steer,
To have eternal life when I'm dead,
Every week day, I walk at least one mile
Often I push it up to two or more.
The mood strikes me and I'm off with a smile.
I always start by walking out the door;
taking steps with care, I never trample.
Keeping in shape and I love to explore.
Some days, I just wander, for example,
new homes, new streets, new pets, new folks to meet.
Tasting the locals just for a sample.
At my church garden bench, I take a seat;
sometimes, I must stop and get off my feet.
August 2, 2016
“A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE”
“America— fill me in on your new vision
Wake me up from indecision
Help me trust your mighty wisdom
Show me how to question questions, and lead the way to contemplation
Uncertainty about your future is like opening your eyes wide in the dark
Closing them hard and opening them again—
To be blinded by sparkling silver dots
When you refocus, you are blind again, but at least, somehow, briefly you saw the light
The difficulty in the pursuit of changing life circumstances, involves an honest and real look at the Wild Side of our nature-
The ability to throw caution to the wind with no guilt -- no regrets
Most of life has been written, talked and acted out and then filled with doubt
Grass seems greener over here—even the fog of it all keeps me clear
Perhaps the conspiracy to explain the success of this culture is… immediacy
Here today, gone tomorrow because yesterday’s following was nothing more than an implement--
Social rituals seldom involve the re-hashing of clichés or approval addiction motivation
This little ‘pit-stop’ we call life—that we take so seriously- worry about…
is nothing but a an opportunity to enjoy our adventures in a limited time frame compared to promised
Eternity
It is only in the appreciation of passion and taking steps of Faith that we can truly say:
WE HAVE WALKED ON THE WILD SIDE
Copyright © 2013 Kim van Breda
The early dawn on the Western Isles allures me to awaken early
A pinky red kaleidoscope attracts me through louvered panels
Towards the windows I walk as if taking steps on a lava ladder
Slowly my open eyes are met with the most beautiful vista
Am Binnean Dearg, the Red Cuillin, appears as if erupting
The suns morning crescent peeks as if in slow motion rise
Pinked clouds in drift capture and enhance through their vapours
Solitude abounds in this most remote of places on Skye
I sit in trance and marvel at the changing as the hours pass
There's love in my eyes seeing what I see for our tomorrows and eternity
The morning now grows into the day as pink pastel blooms fade
Crisp azures now caress and absorb the morns beauty
I am taking steps heading upward
On an escalator going down
Expending all my energy
But staying on the floor that’s on the ground
No matter how fast I run
The faster the treadmill spins
And after running for many hours
I stop just where I did begin
I am stuck in my cage
Spinning on the rotating wheel
I can empathize with the guinea pig
Knowing just how he must feel
And yet I keep on moving
As if to stop would mean to end
I must put food on the table
And pay the bills that keep coming in
Even though the scenery never changes
And I never seem to move too far
I guess there is a sense of security
In knowing exactly just where we are
Who gets the blame?
the day you've been waiting for
the writing on the mirrors
for the steps
to help me outsmart the euphemism
you should be taking steps to babyproof the planet
replace myself
with what you have
propoganda
for what is not allowed
it's almost over
sigh of relief
let the healing begin
I hope to outsmart you
better me than you
stuck in this corner
bearing your cross
to be your fool
but i dont want to be your left foot dirty sock
might not feel anything
but dreading an eternity as you as my hell
dance of life
me versus you
my steps ready to be misplaced
slip into your groove and teach you mine
tag the butcher never mind
get away with the perfect crime
One stolen soul
13 days of hollow
many will forget half the time
many will be split into two of what they think they know
what they see and hear two different stories
constantly changing
13 days
one dance
an empty soul to cave into
your dance
i want be the victom again
i see it in my head
and i cant stop crying
i refuse to teach you
1/11/23
Typical that they have doubts
It's often dragged out
All this crap being bragged about
Moving over the speed of eight knots
At a great cost
I had to take shots
In order to make lots
Otherwise just stuck in the same spot
Meanwhile all these fakes and snakes watch
From that pettiness I break off
Got no time for it, stand in the way and it's chaos
The pieces haven't fully fit into place
It's been a bit of a wild goose chase
Quite the journey
Taking steps that put me on a gurney
Much remains that is a threat
I'm building my skillset
It's just not the same as trying to kill pests
This time it's no drill test
Because this foe will vex
No pushover, meanwhile secrets still kept
Not always see through
It is indeed true
There is much out to deceive you
Meanwhile in the world greed grew
I'd give you endless love and support if only she knew
As the breeze blew
A change in vision
Gained wisdom
Out to make a difference
Not remain in the same position
No matter if people stay ignorant
Take not the road of ruin that is long
Walk on the gold and rivers of the Nile
With every breath praise life into your song
For darkness weeps and often comes along
Resting with wolves to greet you by the mile
Take not the road of ruin that is long
Simmer with senn and sage some soothe of strong
The weak divide their frown before they smile
With every breath praise life into your song
For life is but a path of right and wrong
Where we court life and death along the aisle
Take not the road of ruin that is long
Listen and learn and lay concrete lifelong
While taking steps tender upon the tile
With every breath praise life into your song
Become beauty and bliss where you belong
As errors tempt the trail you take by trial
Take not the road of ruin that is long
With every breath praise life into your song
First Person Villanelle
L Milton Hankins
08-04-2022