Short Step Down Poems
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a step down in class
businessclassclash
bribe awareness
street durg yepee
do are poem’s get longer
or stay the same?
the job is odd
you did your best
now its time to rest
and step
down not be a clown
its get your feet on the
ground
TIME TO STEP DOWN
The chalice you drink from
is leaden with spite
and the poison is eating you up
Step down from your throne
where you languish alone
and sup from a healthier cup
She does not dare step down from her chair
She does not dare to take such a chance, a beautiful victim of circumstance
She dreams the day she has the chance to take a stance
Rise up and dance
Took Away Crown Trump Wore
Trump was President while wearing crown;
Not only that he was an incredible clown
Hard to reach;
Should impeach;
From precipice wish he would step down.
Jim Horn
A step down the downright cone.
Praying a peace tends the toans.
At the creaking arch of every boan,
a higher pitch, take the tones.
Tones taking a piece for peace.
Screaming, 'walk upright, please’.
If wisdom now comes
out of the mouths of the young
It follows they must
Retrogress in a future
Step down to a lower rung
19 February 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Tanka Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Donald Trump really needs to concede
A new president is what we all need
He's stubborn as a mule
But can't win, voters rule
Step down sir, our Country needs to succeed
11/21/2020
Contest: Out On a Lim
Sponsor: Joseph May
my arm is tender
my leg is sore
hobbling and limping
shall I tell you more?
my ankles are killing me
dual arthritis you see
each step down
brings a giant frown
I’m falling apart
a pain in my heart
seventy-one
is no fun
newness calms new day
season dawns a little dot
moves cross the pavement
don't move or step down
this dot a spring baby ant
from concrete to grass
4/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
The light retreats and its elements step down,
Shadows grow longer and stand bolder.
There’s an awakening and an emergence.
Time opens another door.
Mysteries traverse and converse.
The soul encounters the dark tides.
February 19, 2025.
A leader is to lead
To acquire the aim
To reach the destination
Where, when and how
This is not the only problem he faces
But men's expectations and supports
And the majority votes
There won't be a total compromise
To lead or to step down
Is the only last judgement
Ever seen in history
Take them up a bit
Step down and disconnect yet
Well oriented
Follow the rhythm
Fall into run, then schism
Palladium's glow
Hang on, two flights left
Three ahead then go right
Welcome home, goodnight
All this time, and the elevator still remains 'Out of Order.'
Walk of the ages step by step down pavement and dirt bare feet and linen, bark with the weight on shoulders king of king of all fiery eyes that knows thy enemy that laughs at the face of danger at first and last glance the prey that don't stand a chance of survival as he suffocates the opposition one by one
So Trump’s been shot, the circus goes on
The campaigns continue, the amusement’s gone
What will happen next, will Biden step down
Will the DNC implode, will the country break down
__________________________________________
DNC = Democratic National Convention
Violence in the streets
Mankind seeks democracy
Cyberspace is KING!
Mubarak refused
To step down as President,
Uprise, Heaven Sent.....
The future is clear,
Blood will spill and Armies fall,
Cyberspace rules all ...
As Plan B unfolds,
The Whole World Is Watching You
Go Forth, See this through...
Do you write too early or too late?
It's hard to say at this late date.
Especially when specifics are the only rule,
Writing like this makes me the tool.
I wrote it early and then,
Edited the text...who knows when.
Now I'm in the quibble,
Two more lines to scribble.
Only four words now,
I've done it...somehow!
1/9/17
not going to fly
not having it
not backing off
if this goes a stray
will not take it
will not step down
will not give up
will fight for territory
this is last straw
this is straw that broke
this camels back
this turf
this territory
is already inhabited
not going to leave ever
nothing can push out
existing inhabitants
Step down from your
ego. The brain dead has-
left a lesson.
Left a lesson, the brain dead.
Will you measure the
EF before the cardiac arrest ?
Sexing an issue
of dented verbs, why
do you need a defence ?
The numbers are climbing.
You have entered-
a high risk zone,
of killing yourself.
Give me a ghost writer, I
need an art, not a duplicate.
Satish Verma
Before i scream out loud
Before i bounce off the walls
Before i step down from standing tall
Before i crawl down to my knees
Show yourself to me
Show yourself for what you are
Show yourself in the bright light
Show us what its all about
Bring me back to your soul
Bring me back to the world i once loved
Bring me peace inside that hides
Show us love for the ones that have died .
Draft beer,
chess boards,
and Kerouac cool.
Cerebral grafitti and
a Robot-in-Drag juke box
bubbling out fifty years of good jazz.
A virtuoso burger flipper
destroying the laws of physics,
making gravity play the fool.
On the restroom walls,
the surfaces held
musings of poets
and philosophers…
overwritten since,
by lesser bards
and now
closed.
Soon to be
apartments.
Form:
At Georgia's Laugh Inn
there's no liquor,
no credit cards,
just cash.
There aint no
whiskey between
ol' bar stools
ragged beards
and confederate caps.
At Georgia's you can gamble,
there's poker, cards
and dice.
The airs a sea of smoky Marbolo
The perfumes sea salt with bud light.
At Georgia's you can step down,
to the coast of the old south.
Get a laugh in at her Laugh Inn,
before wandering
someplace else.
~ So -so The Clown~
(Triel)
So-so the clown
He couldn't just step down
He laughed, sang songs which sounded all wrong
Then, oh no! his pants did fall, suspenders not strong.
Pants went down
Folks just laughed, some did frown
So-so the clown ran, slid on his skate,
folks amazed when So-so flew and fell on his plate.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
May.19.2016
Inside, the battle wages.
One step down,
I drown myself in the frowns
of a thought. Night sucks at my fear.
The rhyme of the fading moon
intends to fix me up.
I refuse to smell the breath
of the catch.
I bloom on the pain,
sweetened kill of the day. An empty jump
in void of a portrait;
shaking wall.
Watercolors were ruined
by smudging the reasons.
Clutching the bones of winds, falling
from the sky.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
At one point I believed in forever;
I believed in infinity and time;
Now I say please join me;
To a deathly line;
The line I walk upon is thin;
A line made for balance;
But I’m going to say goodbye to the win;
I’ll step down;
I’ll walk right in;
I will cast a ghostly shadow;
For at one point I learned the truth;
And that is there is not only a forever;
There is a place that is and always has been;
A place called the never;