Short Stevie Poems

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Premium Member Fingertips

Blind man's bluff braille
notes of a thousand pictures
keen lipped DNA



(The first song I heard by Little Stevie Wonder, early 60's.)
Form: Haiku


Premium Member spoiled forty year old men

Stevie is no aberration
Many spoiled forty-year-old men
Now live in mama’s basement
Playing video games all night
Sleeping all day while mama does their laundry
And makes their meals

Premium Member Stevie Ray Vaughn

Great guitarists talents last a whole life long But that's not sufficient to describe Stevie Ray Vaughan In my estimation No other generation Produced such a talented guitarist, too early he's gone
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Birthday Bash

decorating for a birthday bash
crepe paper gave Stevie a rash
guests brought granny M a little cash
chocolate cake with ice cream a big smash
details a bit of a confused mis mash
gobbled down my cake then gave a dash
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Stevie Wonder


   Blindness never stopped legendary musician, Stevie Wonder;
     Made his presence felt in the 70's like rumbling thunder
    Recorded hit song "Isn't she lovely?" about baby daughter.
        His half-a-century or so career couldn't be any hotter.
Form: Clerihew


Superstition Stevie Wonder

Heard this song over a 1000 times

But for the first time 
I just actually listened to the Lyrics

Of Stevie Wonder's 

Superstition

And paraphrasing 
it goes a little something like this

If you believe in things you don't understand

You Will Suffer 

?????????????
Form: Lyric

Heaven's Thunder

Eric never asked a question,
  Stevie couldn’t answer

As hearts aspire, their stage on fire,
  the Garden’s roof asunder

One lick and then another,
  with Clapton our new mother

As Winwood melts a father’s keys,
 —to hell with heaven’s thunder

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Form: Rhyme

Stevie

“Stevie” 

“Stevie” II is my son-in-law.
Totally committed to his family.
Exceptionally brave award-winning fireman.
Very successfully, “Stevie” II hunts and fishes.
Industriously plans and lives his life.
Endlessly strives toward his goals.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

Poetic form: Name
Form: Name

Stevie Smith Reflections

Memory has got deeper, lake deep. There’s a person yoyoing around in the water – it’s a younger image of me. I’m standing on the shore trying to get his attention. He rises to the surface: "What you doing old guy"? He asks. 'I’m trying to save you'! He smirks, swimming on serenely toward this moment.

Unknown

Your everything is so easy to take
Straight ruthless & never fake
Try to throw down a fierce fight
Stole your innocence-
             it faded with the night
Unaware of what I can really do
Jaded sadly without a clue
Risk everything you could ever want
Chance it all on a flaunt
All wanders seem to get lost
I can turn you out at any cost
~Stevie McLain
Form: Rhyme

Unknown

Your everything is so easy to take
Straight ruthless & never fake
Try to throw down a fierce fight
Stole your innocence-
             it faded with the night
Unaware of what I can really do
Jaded sadly without a clue
Risk everything you could ever want
Chance it all on a flaunt
All wanders seem to get lost
I can turn you out at any cost
~Stevie McLain
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Contemplating paradise

glorifying days gone by
meanwhile wasting time
i’ve got nothing more than an alibi
to make sense of this paradigm

i’m betting on a future paradise
where starry moonlit nights entice
and sunshine saves the day
while guileless children play



AP: 3rd place 2025

Submitted on April 6, 2025 for contest STEVIE WONDER sponsored by KAREN JONES  (Pastime Paradise) -  RANKED 2ND
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Choose Love

 I believe
            in a true love
             That if
              we embrace all
               be in love always
                change our words
               and then
              change that truth
             into 
            love, maybe
         our children
       then their grand children
     and their great grandchildren
   tell...

we'll be loving you
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Empty Pages

A Stevie Winwood song,
A hit for his band "Traffic"
And it really says so much
For those of us staring at these "empty pages"...
How insightful musical geniuses can be
Yet how often they derail their own lives
With drugs, and other wanton abandonment

I salute Winwood for apparently bucking that trend
I await the day ahead,
Where I find ink,
To fill my pen,
And add substance...
To the empty pages
Of my life.
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

Premium Member I Choose Love

You know when someone says I love you 'As' the sun? ~ it means that you're always loved—poetess "As" by Stevie Wonder


I Choose Love I believe in a true Love so true and real By embracing all and then Love always If we change words into truth then Into Love so that maybe Our children and grand Children and their Grand children Tell that I'll be Lovin You
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Stevie Learns the World Ways

Stevie told the truth because he was four
He did not know anything of deception or lies
His sister Monique was embarrassed,
she had said something mean about her friend
which Stevie had innocently repeated
Monique called Stevie a liar, and punished him
In front of her friend, retaining a friendship
But losing her little brother’s trust forever
Showing Stevie what lack of integrity looks like
His first taste of unkindness and unfairness

Richard III Revisited

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
could never get a date with Stevie Nicks.
ICE agents are detectives (yes, they’re dicks!)
They murder citizens to get their kicks:
their bedroom windows shuttered-up with bricks.
Don’t even get me started on Hope Hicks!
Enough, ye noble folk, of politics.
Vacation thoughts – the River of the Styx,
which brings forgetfulness, among my picks –
to let my worries lie, submerged, deep six.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Still in Memory

As fate will play its role 
And legend will tell
For super stardom and limelight
The greatest have fell
The Silver Screen, fortune and fame
Rock-n-roll will never die

From Janis to Jim
Bonham to Bon
They given us so much
Elvis to Lennon
Jimmi and Randy
They had the touch

Let's not forget 
Stevie and Kurt
Take a walk down that well beaten path
You're all still in memory
Hidden by Heaven's Par can lights 
Well see you in the past
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Please Let Mommy In Honey

Please let mommy in honey.
Pirate kings do not have mommies.
Stevie is silent.
Feeling all powerful.
Stevie, this is Daddy!
Can you open the door, Son?

Captain Steve knows nothing about a door.
He is in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
Facing a wall of waves.
His mean are petrified with terror.
Steve is the bravest of the pirate kings.
He slashes his sword in the air four times.
To warn the sea creatures.
No one is taking this ship.
Form: Narrative

Blood Test

OH MAN WHY YOU LYING
YOU NO THEM KIDS AINT MINE
THE GIRL IS WHITE AS SNOW 
WHERE IS HER DADDY DO YOU NO 
I THINK YOU DONT I AM BLACK AS TAR
YOU NEED TO GO BACK TO THAT BAR
OR THINK OF WHO THAT MAN WAS IN THE BACK SEAT OF THAT CAR
OH DONT GET ME STARTED ON YOUR SON 
GAY THAN ALL OUTDOORS IM NOT THE ONE
YOU NO HE AINT MINE 
MAN GIRL YOU THINK IM BLIND
STEVIE WONDER CAN SEE THIS 
ALL THESE LIES GOT ME PISSED
LETS GET A BLOOD TEST I INSIST
© Allen Dean  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Hide

Do you enjoy it when you 
shake & quiver
 Feel the tingling itch & chilling shiver
 Twist & twirl inside your ever wandering mind
 The Lost- never truly let you find
 Embrace your tainted ride
 I know the secret you try to hide
 Sanity, hypnotized in the way
 Do you feel the temptation to come out & play
 Venture past the pitch of black's night
 Soo anxious to find you in my sight
 Can you willingly take control
 Entrapment takes it's rapid toll
~Stevie McLain
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Clap Your Hands


When he was 13 and I was 12,
he sang “Clap your hands
just a little bit louder,”
and I followed his playful commands.

We out there in TV land thrilled to the sound
of his superb, inimitable harmonica playing
on the wildly popular “Ed Sullivan Show.”
Stevie had us gyrating and swaying.

At the time, I didn’t know “Fingertips”
was a Billboard number 1 hit
or that Little Stevie had been deemed a child prodigy.
I just knew his music made me move; I couldn’t sit!
Form: Rhyme

Believe

Have A Talk With God - Song by Stevie Wonder,1976
--------------------------------------
He won't let you down
with that in mind go talk Him
He will ease your pain

don't wait for right time
at the end of day talk Him
you will love Him more

He can see you through
fear, fatigue and frustration
He waits to talk too

He is all ears, talk
He won't let your breath go waste
count on Him, talk heart

Before you shed tears
in pain or sorrow, whisper
to Him, He takes care
Form: Verse

Premium Member Stevie Wonder Contest Poem Announcement

I’m excited to announce my new contest
Enter if you will if you don’t no sweat
This one is based on Stevie Wonder Music
It’s meant to be fun and a tribute so do it

Please be kind and use your own mind
No plagiarism no profanity no AI
I look forward to reading your precious lines
The flowetry of poetry always a good time

No rules except write something new
No AI no words that are lude
Remember not to write your name too
And I can’t see photos until contest concludes!

Good luck
Form: Rhyme

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