Best With Every Step Poems
The shadows fall like summer lace
Through palm trees fluttered in the sun
The soft caress of dawning breeze
Invites my senses to be spun
With every step in wonderland
The crystal blues of morning sky
Intend to lift my feet, as they
Await for me to learn to fly
As day begins a brand new page
On which to write another verse
My mind, as one with nature’s love
Takes off, creation to traverse
For what, with song of daybreak’s dove
Could keep a soul to tethered rein
When ecstasy of rainbow’s hue
Can heal the most defining pain
As shadows fall like summer lace
To bless my path in fauna’s art
I’m open to a whole new world
With thoughts of love to fill my heart
Parallel
Evening arrived scattering snowflakes,
I sought a solitary
Path
Through winter’s barren woods
Made magical this night
With glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch
Each twig
In the muffled silence of a downy dusk
And, thinking that I walked
Enfolded in the snowy twilight,
Only with myself,
I overlooked the footprints
Slowly walking
Side by side
With my own –
Unnoticed in the rhapsody
Of the winter’s stormy
Forest celebration
Until
The path uncurled around a curve
Revealing in the gathering dusk
Another traveler,
Familiar to my heart,
Plodding
Through the windblown drifts
Bent,
Stooping beneath a heavy burden
Slipping side to side
With every step
Until the baggage
Pulled
The bearer to the snowbound path –
A solitary figure
Captured in the jealous grip of gravity -
And so I left my reveries,
My path,
Crossing through the unmarked snow,
The snowy wall,
Between us
To lift the burden
Of my companion in the twilight
To follow in the footsteps –
In silence -
And
Knowing
I could not lead upon this path,
Nor walk within the chambers of another heart,
But only trace the tracks
Outlining the journey of my friend
In this brief moment of time and stars
Beneath a darkening sky
Till we would walk in parallel
Again.
I stand here with every step of my life etched in crisscross lines beneath these
well worn feet.
Well worn feet that have carried me for seven decades and three years more
through pain and pleasure, joy and sorrow, on a path of adversity that couldn't conquer me.
I stand here today...a tenacious and contented soul with my mission nearly complete... close to the end of the road where earth and heaven meet.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
Stranded in this place
I cannot recognize
Abandoned and lonely
No one hears my cries
AS i walk through this wasteland
Of wilderness and desolation
I am consumed with anguish
I walk this road with hesitation
On every turn that i come upon
The is more pain than at the last turn
Agony and torment spews from my pores
With every step i take more pain i earn
Until i am enveloped with grief
Buried alive on my feet
Dirt in my eyes,nose,mouth,and lungs
I throw up my flag of defeat
Each painful blow leaves behind a deep gash
That is constantly reopened never able to heal
Infection has now set into my heart
Slashes and scars on my body reveals the detail
Of the despair embedded deep in my soul
That tells a tale of a soul so lost
A soul wandering through this wilderness
A tale of what being born black cost
I could smell and sense
the showers coming in the air
with an approaching storm.
I inhale this
light little scent of heaven.
The rain will never dampen my spirits.
No umbrella for me tonight.
But, I don't mind,
I'll walk in the rain.
I savor this
sweet little taste of heaven.
The flavor is cool and refreshing,
with a purity
that is almost indescribable.
It is cleansing to my soul,
I can feel it
washing away my cares,
and making it okay to smile, again.
I experience this
gentle little caress of heaven.
When it soaks through
my jacket and my jeans.
My shoes splash
in the rain
with every step that I take.
I can hear it
tap dancing on the rooftops,
with invisible feet.
The streetlights
reflect on the wet pavement,
in pools of gold and silver.
The neon signs blink,
red and yellow,
blue and green.
Like drips of paint,
it puddles on the street.
Bringing color
to where there was none before,
only a flood of gray.
Now there is a palette
of fragrances to absorb.
Creating almost a rainbow
in the nighttime.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
November 11th, 2013
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "Fragrance Of Rain"
I had a quarrel with my own life
I didn’t want to divulge it to anyone I knew
It was then I met the one who in many eyes,
Had sparked feelings of sympathy or contempt
Confined to a wheel chair in a hospital room
Amid the smell of death and disease,
He looked so resigned to his fate
With a rare gleam sparkling his eyes
Convalescing after his sixth surgery,
Still having bouts of excruciating pain
What made me drawn to him, I cannot tell
Later I met him at his home several times,
Still on wheelchair, crooked and disfigured,
But with what stoic nonchalance,
He accepted his condition-
Cerebral palsy, a disease affecting all his limbs
He said it was after years of questioning
That he had learnt to take on his disability
It broadened his understanding of suffering
Giving him deltas of new insight...
He knows now, the stars would be brighter
Only with the light completely blown out!
Even when the ground falls beneath his feet
He finds a way to rise up from the ground
With every step he takes, he feels it better than yesterday
And waits for tomorrow in anticipation
Because he has made it today!
Sure he reigns as a true hero, stirring a spark
In the ash covered cinders of my heart
July. 28.2022
~Placed First~
To Honour my Hero Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabisoon
A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a
Juxtaposition of good and evil,
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while
Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse;
Discordantly, far from reach,
Vagrantly ambling across
Deadened Arcadias, glimpsing
Floating embers, in wake of
Vivid firestorms, swallowing me whole,
Faltering with every step I take,
Decelerating towards the escape I seek,
As it rhythmically scars my timorous nature,
Awakening the monsters hidden deep within-seeing red-
Bleeding out miasmic toxins, as noxious
Spores erupt, immersed in a haze of austerity,
While it seeps and saturates, throughout
Malignant wounds exposed, undulating between
The storms of push and pull, as daunting
Tasks, of rippling sequences, splits my
Chasmic core.
Soulless footprints are all that remain, as
Moon tides wash ashore, ebbing away
Towards dystopian depths.
The Haunted House
‘Room to Let’ the signage read,
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.
When I knocked upon the door,
a voice called out, “Please enter.”
“Hello,” I answered in reply.
“I’d like to be your renter.”
A lovely woman greeted me.
She had a toothy smile.
“It’s nice to have the company.
It’s been dead here for a while.”
Outside a wicked wind blew forth.
The front door slammed with a crash.
Just as quickly every window
fell down in their sash.
“I guess a storm’s a-brewing,” I said,
covered in bone-chilling sweat.
“Let me show you to your room.”
replied the shapely tall brunette.
“Some steps here may be rotten,” she warned.
“I urge you to beware.”
Moaning fell with every step
as we climbed the creaky stairs.
The room she showed me looked quite sparse.
Inside was just one coffin.
“Please excuse the dust,” she said,
“I don’t come in here often.”
She wiped away the cobwebs
once we got inside the room.
“It really is quite cozy here.”
Then pointed out the tomb.
“If you like the chamber,
I suggest we both get started.
No other soul will bother us,
They have all departed.”
I laid inside the casket.
It was a perfect fit.
“I believe I could be comfy here,”
I hastened to admit.
“No one here will vex you,”
She signaled with a wave.
“You will find this haunted house of mine
as silent as the grave.”
“I’ll need a small deposit,” she said.
Then, bent and bit my neck.
As she sipped away I asked,
“Do you take traveler’s checks?”
“I’ll take this as collateral.”
She said after she drank.
“There’s no need for money here,
I have my own blood bank.”
August 17, 2018
Sponsor- Dear Heart
Contest- The Haunted House
Title your poem - The Haunted House
In a forest grove, where shadows dance,
Stands a gnarled tree, a symbol of chance.
Its twisted branches reach towards the sky,
A source of inspiration, none can deny.
Through countless seasons, it stood the test,
Weathering storms, it never lost its zest.
With roots deep and strong, firmly it clings,
Teaching us lessons that inspiration brings.
From its gnarled form, stories unfold,
Whispering secrets, untold and bold.
Each twist and turn, a tale of resilience,
A reminder to find strength in our existence.
In a world of faith, a gnarled atheist stands,
Defying beliefs, questioning the divine's demands.
With a mind unyielding, and thoughts unbound,
They traverse the realm of reason, profound.
No prayers whispered, no gods to adore,
Their path is paved with skepticism and more.
Through logic's lens, they seek to explore,
The mysteries of life, its essence to restore.
But in the depths of their skeptical soul,
Lies a yearning for truth, an eternal goal.
They seek understanding, beyond what we see,
In the wonders of science, in knowledge set free.
In the depths of time, a soul so old,
A gnarled person, weathered and bold.
Lines etched deeply upon their face,
A map of wisdom, earned through grace.
Their hands, like branches, twisted and bent,
Each wrinkle a story, a life well spent.
With every step, a slow, steady gait,
A testament to battles fought, never too late.
Their eyes, like windows, weathered and wise,
Reflecting the world, its lows and its highs.
Through storms and sorrows, they've stood tall,
A beacon of strength, through it all.
Their voice, like whispers, gravelly and low,
Carries echoes of wisdom, of stories untold.
Each word, a nugget of truth and insight,
Guiding lost souls towards the light.
All I see is water
As far as my eyes will allow me
Almost forgot
What brought me here
It was the memories of you
The warmth of the sand
In between my toes
A gentle reminder of what it felt like
Having you next to me
Holding my hand as we took
Our walks along the shore
We didn't have to say a word
Just allow the gentle sea breeze
To mask our footprints as we went
Could have been a similar day,
Could have been a similar time
But today -
It’s just me and the gentle sea breeze
To remind me of you
Not saying a word
And yet I can feel you
With every step I take
©151014062013
Locked in her tower our heroine sleeps alone
This beautiful flower has been kidnapped from her throne
She stares at the moonlight then drifts off to sleep
To dream of a brave knight scaling the castles keep.
Her flaxen hair frames her delicate ivory skin
Vivid dreams of her hero reveal her beauty within
Steadfast and strong and ready to fight to the death
To rescue this beauty he will forgo his last breath.
Her chivalrous knight enters the abductors domain
Soon she'll taste the sweetness of freedom again.
His shield raised high and broadsword drawn
With every step he takes, for her hope is reborn
Caught off guard with a blow he is swept of his feet
He fights blindly on until his quest is complete
To vanquish the captors is his goal and last wish
Sweep the princess off her feet with a tender kiss
He slashes the ropes that bind her to the bed
Making passionate love for hours now they are happily wed
19th May 2014
Written By Jan Allison & Darren Watson
~submitted to Dave Wood's Imagination Contest~
Awarded 1st place - am so delighted to have won this with Darren he
is my inspiration
Though to many it may seem strange like with the prodigal son
Never really wanting to change until all other options are done
There He still waits for you standing with His Arms opened wide
His Love always being true as the Lord had never left your side
There's no time like the present to return to your Fathers Home
Our Lord never had any resentment those days that you'd roam
As with every step you take and each breath taken on His Earth
A loving God who'd never forsake in so drawing you before birth
If it seems hard to believe, faith just doesn't seem to be around
Don't let satan deceive for he doesn't want you to ever be found
But go as you are calling out Jesus' Name, not being shy about it
That alone puts satan to shame but until death he'll never quit
But the Lord will never quit on you His love for you far too great
In all the things that you do, why would you make the Lord wait
He doesn't expect perfection knowing you far better than you do
With even a little reflection He'll start focusing you on what's true
Luke 5:32
I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.
[Verse 1]
You were our happy dreams, shining like the stars,
The sparkle in our eyes, no matter where we are.
You were our destiny, like the sun in the sky,
But time keeps rolling on, and we wonder why.
[Chorus]
Nothing is set in stone, that’s the way it goes,
Life’s unexpected turns, the highs and the lows.
The Lord gives and takes, with purpose so divine,
He makes no mistakes, even as we walk this line.
[Verse 2]
Oh, how we cherish moments, each laugh and every tear,
In the dance of life, you always brought us cheer.
Though you’ve passed by now, you’re never truly gone,
In the echoes of our hearts, your memory lives on.
[Chorus]
Nothing is set in stone, that’s the way it goes,
Life’s unexpected turns, the highs and the lows.
The Lord gives and takes, with purpose so divine,
He makes no mistakes, even as we walk this line.
[Bridge]
It’s going to take some time, only God knows how long,
For Him to mend our hearts, help us stand strong.
Goodbye is never easy, but love will find a way,
In the quiet whispers, your spirit’s here to stay.
[Verse 3]
We're looking to the future, painting through the pain,
With each brush of your laughter, we can smile again.
Though shadows may linger, light will break through,
In every cherished memory, we will carry you.
[Outro]
So we hold you close, our guiding star above,
With every step forward, we’ll honor your love.
In the tapestry of life, you’re woven deep within,
In every beat of our hearts, that’s where your story begins.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up in the sky so blue?
If you have you seen the people
Who provide their service for you.
Flying for them is a profession
One of assistance, service, and care.
I often times have mumbled
At some of the things they hear.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
In a plane with silver wing?
If so you have met the people
Whose "attendance" is their thing.
I have seen them courteous and collected
Even in spite of a boor.
Somehow you know they are thankful
When the last one is out the door.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up above in a crowded plane?
Have you ever wondered
How those people do not go insane?
Life for them is walking
Thousands of miles each day.
With every step they take on that plane
They try to help in every way.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up high...well over a country mile?
Then you must have seen the people
Whose job it is to smile.
Courtesy is the watchword of their profession
No time to give way to personal vents.
So when you get on an airplane
Be thankful for the "Flight Attendants".
Don’t Hate
I’m just being me
From the tips of the strands of my hair
And the smile in my alluring eyes
Don’t hate, I’m just being me
And when I walk with my head held high
With every step and shakes in my curved thighs
Don’t hate, I’m just being me
Or how about when I’m not feeling too good
And I may come off heavy and strong
Don’t hate I’m just being me
Like sometimes when things are crazy and disarrayed
But I scratch and claw to get everything straight
Don’t hate I’m just being me
Even when I’m voicing my opinion
And it is important to me because I’m on a mission
Don’t hate I’m just being me
Or when I choose to do what you are too afraid to do
And my motto is you have nothing to loose
Don’t hate I’m just being me
And having the courage to move forward
After vicious storms were brought onward
Don’t hate I’m just being me