Stepped Poems - Poems about Stepped

He Stepped Up In the quiet after heartbreak, When the echoes of the past still stung, You arrived not demanding, Not to conquer, but to heal. You saw the tender places in me, The parts I didn’t trust, Wounds carved by another’s hand, And you stepped up when you didn’t have to. My children, my loves, They came with my scars, my fears Yet you wrapped...

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I can’t remember who I was, before voices other than mine stepped in. I think I wanted to be a movie director, a script I read in kindergarten— a line or two still hums when I dream. I think I wanted to be a fashion designer, my first sketches— heels like daggers, dresses stitched with thunder. I think I wanted to be a writer,...

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From the moment you stepped into my life, I felt the planets change their orbit, the ocean turned its waves like a song of the sea toward the shore of my soul, the sky painted rainbows as arcs of light for your arrival, and roses bloomed unexpectedly, carrying your scents like a secret of the gods. The world's butterflies...

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Brutish bison stepped on my left foot today Making me less merry, forcing me to delay It weighed a ton, so what could I do? I yelled “Get off of my tennis shoe!” Skittish bison got startled and galloped away My toe is broken, bleeding, its nail is turning gray. So, I cannot come over for my play date today. Maybe you...

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I think it was a weekend night, Suddenly I got up from bed, ...

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You stepped into the garden arrived the Bougainvillea of the spring stanzas of poetry You're putting on the big eyeglasses lips on bouquet get concealed behind the maze of metaphor In the nest of deep green leaves the bud is in a swell waves of poems rhythmic In the flute, the serotonin circuit igniting the flames of an orange the flavour of a sonnet The chiselled...

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The heroes ran in as others were booking out. Those of us who are not selfless do not understand. We watch in disbelief. Who would run in there? The building seemed to implode. It was like there was a bomb placed in the middle. Not like it had only been hit by a plane. People jumped to their deaths. Did they die...

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Walking across the yard I fell I fall And on my pants I saw fresh manure But at the park I sat on the bench And when I got up On the bottom of my foot Sculpted I saw and looked a mound of manure Oh! Man I just stepped in Someone's doggy- doo Ahh! Man I just gotten these new Air...

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Iron strangers on iron benches still Frozen in time below barometers reach At zero you can feel the touch of March Remain motionless until both come alive Which is never but never mind Covered in the thick snow of middle winter Coats and blankets unknown in these parts More dead than alive as forms might whisper Once they lived but that is...

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I STAND I STEPPED IN AN AQUATIC SPILLWAY OF A DREAM LAKE Dream lake head waters Thing of lacquer Engaging lacquering Full of shallows Silent lac I stand I stepped in an aquatic spillway of a dream lake Out by the thought of lakes Of my dreams, rivers streams A body of waters Cumulating waters gathering together, All those rivers streams I stand I stepped in an...

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I stepped back onto the back of the chair, not the seat. Began screaming when I realized I was going down hard. My foot landed in six different directions. I yelled “Get the boss! Get co-workers! Get everybody!” Ambulance came to get me. EMTs were very nice. Gave me medication that kept me from going into shock. I had torn my...

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And gazed a hump shaped cloud afront a winking moon...

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GOD STEPPED IN THE WAY I was running down the highway of my sin unto my doom, And the outcome from my choices was a life of endless gloom. I had wandered into darkness from the light of righteous day And was groping for an answer, then God stepped in the way. I was searching for fulfillment, never being satisfied; Had...

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I saw her first on windswept plain Her gold hair shone like sunlit grain Her skin as fair as cloud above A form that spoke to me of love... She dainty stepped; I held my breath My heart did gasp, a gasp of death For she was lame, as lame could be Would love still fain join her with...

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Stepped into the circle I am the lion in the jungle When I roar the jungle Recognized my voice I stand tall above I really don't care Cos blood is water In our region No wonder my soul Is outstanding in a red sea Despite I don't fight the Sharks Yet when I bleed They feel my blood If you wonder...

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