Stepping Poems - Poems about Stepping

Divorcing self from awful negatives I step ahead, bouncing through God’s power Gladly inspired with cheerful directives To share love's bliss and peace of grace-shower. Triumphing against selfishness-trial Freeing from “me-I-mine” so prison-bound To reach-out for others, sans betrayal My heart sows goodness seeds on kindness-ground. Persisting against vain personal gain I join with fellows midst blest partnership Prevailing against separation-pain Creating new vibrant relationship. ...

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

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It was a stepping-stone, ten and half years, but a stepping-stone A woodstove burning on the hill Distant mountains seen through bare trees A place of laughter and many tears Accidents, achievements, love and loss Flowers and wildlife so wild, but tame Quietness that settled the soul Bird songs that brought a yearning to dance Sunrises and sunsets seen through the windows A timeframe in...

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Birth and death are like stepping stones on our path to eternal life. Beyond physical skin and bones, birth and death are like stepping stones. From our cradles to our tombstones; life leads us to the afterlife. Birth and death are like stepping stones on our path to eternal life....

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Stepping through the dark forest in the season of the white moon rising in the sky, I feel unseen gazes gathering like shadows in the endless night, Cold shivers run down my countless spines, and I wonder if I might be losing my mind, When suddenly I trip over a stone, falling face-first into the damp, cold earth. The...

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When growing up, I had a dog And when he had to go, He did his business in the street; A leash tug let him know. We didn’t have a pooper-scoop, But we’d prevent a squat On sidewalks where pedestrians Might cross that very spot. Yet nowadays, the owners let Their dogs go where they please And even if they clean it up, It doesn’t...

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Steppin’ Off My Platform I Will Miss you, It’s only so long And not a swan song I have projects awaiting They need some attention An untenable encumbrance Far too many to mention So I’ll be takin’ time out Or bound to get worse September First Steppin’ off ...

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Sometimes, it is necessary When under attack. Whether or not mandatory, Take a break - step back. Often, we become sucked in Within activity. Resting is somewhat tucked in... Leads to calamity. Time and effort get away... Start taking their toll. Take a step back - in this way, You will regain control. Otherwise, it will be forced Upon you - feeling tired. Designation of exhaust... Refreshing is desired. Not much...

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Taking a break to find my passion in life...

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It’s easy sticking to routines, Though some might find it boring, Yet out beyond your comfort zone Are risks not worth ignoring. Away from home, your bed and bath, Especially untested, Might make you worry that you won’t, When morning comes, feel rested. And all the unfamiliar foods, So different and appealing, May be too tempting to resist And leave your stomach reeling. And even if you...

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along waters edge stones gather as stepping stones assorted colors...

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We are fleeting apparitions, stepping between the threads of reality and the shadow, Children of a twilight that never ceases, neither white nor black, but both. Phantoms with hearts haunted by a song both dead and alive, We are the echoes of a world that only awakens within us, oscillating ceaselessly between to be or not to be. We,...

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A warped board on a bench seat causing discomfort to an old bum, an aching foot, a touch of pity all came to keep me self-sealed inside a bag of skin. I took no note of the river almost licking at my feet, the evening's prayerful quiet, the sky slowly switching on its nightly extravaganza of stars. I was too far into...

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Lord, walk I onto those stepping stones; Over and through those the mountain Terrain around the shores of waters blue. I am of one of the chosen few! 2/7/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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The golden hues scatter, they age, stepping softly into the twilight, Velvet angels of summer falling, amid leaves seeking the calm of the earth, Gardens of grapes, unripened purple gems, with sweet blood untouched by sun, And I, the armorer of autumn, forging upon it, an armor of remembrance. Beneath the emerald vault, ephemeral stories breathe their last, In a...

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