Stairs Poems - Poems about Stairs

“The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping stones.” Enid Blyton ************************************************************** ...

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No, no, I tell you, no Do not go down there, Turn back from the door Step away from the stair I cannot tell you, I can't The secrets and the lies, Because... it's too... dreadful When a pretty thing dies Yes, she was a pretty thing But, should you see her now, All gone and gray and sunken O, I could not tell...

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it began with a creak, low and hollow, as if the staircase exhaled a secret meant only for me. at first, i told myself it was nothing— just the old bones of the house shifting, just the wind brushing the eaves. but then came the whisper: soft, deliberate, threading through the night like cold fingers. “come closer,” it said. i stayed still. the air thickened. my heart tapped...

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Here’s a staircase to nowhere You can try to climb on top Just to see the world from there While ascending, you can drop See the steps are wet and rotten Loose, unsafe and slippery What is up there you've forgotten? What do you expect to see? “There's no view, but an old station Which was built of wood and stone I assume there's renovation Could...

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thinking with body exercising the mind's eye watching not to trip what floor are we on is the door going to open someone has B.O....

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Spirals downward ending in a platform The end of the descent, the end of it all A way to silence the eternal storm Going out with one loud bang A hush goes through the passageway Not often one wanders through here All alone as I ponder the many days And which ones make it worth staying Would I sleep restfully if I took...

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The Life-Changing Seasons Life is a staircase, Problems will arise as we climb, Challenges brought anew, Time becomes a race The steps don’t align, Seasons change, Seasons go, Raging like a storm. A calmness stirs, The wind blows, The clouds glow, Hits with a crack, Next step sorrow, The fear begins to grow, All the...

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WE MEET ON THE STAIRS we met we married life spent what’s the story the story is ours from beginning to end not taken for granted i see how that ends we embrace the highs and lows whether new skin or waterlogged we enjoy time together it is a blast to reminisce to taste test to kiss blissfully fully enjoy each other’s company we are a girl…a boy often apart in the same house he’s in his “cave” i’m on...

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Mountain No sherpa, rope Or faithful steed In stocking feet I do proceed Each day I climb Relentless slope To rest my weary head And hope That once the peak Of my desire To elevated place Aspire Concludes. No flag or Selfie pose will take No Instagram. No front page stake. Just me. To hear the lost applause Of decades climbing For the cause And when the final Bell tolls...

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Stairs ethereal steps covered in woven kilim leading upward toward the light in glorious mystical-swept ascension silently leading toward divine enlightenment...

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It's a dull and rainy overcast day A day to stay in and be cosy Gaze out the window and dream of stuff As you start to feel quite dozy Time to write some clever rhymes As you don your creative chapeau Bout magical places and scary dragons Or a scene with the sky all aglow Maybe macabre like Edgar Allan Poe Or happy...

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Our B&B room, 2 flights up, Was fine for us at first, Until the freeze arrived and then Those feelings were reversed. For when we left our room to get Some early exercise, The stairs and handrails wore a coat Of ice, a real surprise. We aren’t young and what we knew Quite strongly in our guts Was that attempts to get downstairs Would land us...

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It’s starting to cool down here in Connecticut. Leaves are falling, like giant, burnt snowflakes (science says that trees send chemical signals to their branches to clip leaves away). Peter borrowed a friend's toy-like, pea green, Fiat-500 convertible and we drove into the country to see the turning leaves. We hiked a bit too and...

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mortified, red-colored burns “OH NO!” perfect retort on the way down the stairs 10/27/2022...

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Living in a house very old, it was always drafty and cold. Metal stairs to the basement lead, from an old pirate's ship they said. Was this story really told? On the ship many were sick~dead, did they all walk the plank in red. Those metal steps brought...

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