Stepping Poems - Poems about Stepping

May we be blessed wherever we travel in life through states, countries and time zones… to be able to turn any predicaments we face along the way from predicaments…into stepping stones....

Continue reading...

step stones across stream look easy to pick and tread some were raised upright wanting to be idolised ~ as landfall stands for the soul...

Continue reading...

I stood on edge of stream crystal clear and cobbled, with stones jagged and rough, smooth flat and rounded. How could this rumbled jumble or rocks and gravel have got there? Which stone was tossed and thrown? Which was skipped there by tiny hands trying for eight skips or more? Which was placed strategically in a row of stepping stones for dry-feet to cross the stream...

Continue reading...

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. *2...

Continue reading...

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

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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....

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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 ...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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

Continue reading...

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,...

Continue reading...