Steps Poems - Poems about Steps

1. Never trust spellcheck 2. Use punctuation only when it will confuse the reader 3. Never trust the mind to capture the heart 4. And vice versa 5. If you must use the word sublime….don’t 6. Don’t try to convince the reader it is great poetry…let them figure it out 7. Remember that it is your blood on the page…don’t let them bandage it 8. Shout at the pencil...

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She steps, and each movement is a dance of stars across the universe, A constellation in motion, carrying light into every corner of shadow, On paths of tranquility, guided by a kindness that untangles the knots of time, Her smile soothes unseen wounds, transforming suffering into sculptures of happiness. With a radiance that seems borrowed from the eternal fire...

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I'm on fire with this life. I like the fiery flames, I like to let go through myself, To experience, to feel emotions, I love to warm up people's life. I want to believe my own feelings. Rather than rely on logic often, All my destiny steps are taken away, When I felt my whole body sense, Came brave right decision for victory....

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On some days, I am the pencil, drawing with uncertain steps hopes on sheets of paper, My hand trembles, but leaves traces of dreams still daring to take shape, Other days, I am the eraser, erasing with such force that holes remain like memories, The paper tears under the burden of my attempts to make everything disappear, to...

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A small, abandoned village, once embedded within woodland. An old graveyard buried under vine and brush. The lost only 30 steps from a busy highway, yet a thousand yards from any recent memories. Only the dead recall this secret history, and they see still the hustle and bustle of life in a growing community one so swiftly surprised by dead ends, unseen internments yet to be covered over. ...

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I know everyday The feeble I steps on March for His glory....

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

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There are many who might say, “It’s no big deal.” Or argue that it’s just what I deserve. But I’ve tried to come to grips with what I feel In my attempt to break out of that curve. There are lessons that I’ve tried hard to avoid. I’ve found, eventually, they must be learned. If I stayed where right I was...

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Thousands half-naked people Roasting under the scorching sun Extracting billions of coffee beans Transported by steamboats Sailed hundreds miles away Unloaded, traded and grinded Brought to a modest cafeteria Someone fry, boil, and serve A cup of sweet aroma coffee To a coffee-lover customer....

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A kaleidoscope of paper-thin wings, as fragile as spun sugar, weave a serpentine dance along the weathered, rugged stone steps. Swallowed up by the blinding light in their wake, each wingbeat leaves only the faintest ripple—barely a sigh— that once painted their fleeting existence. ...

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When summer comes it won't fall out of the blue like a suntanned cherub no - after a heavy rainstorm it will heave itself up through the cracks in the pavement as thousands of pale and fragile shoots - most of these potentially sunny days are squished under hurrying boots and shoes some die of fright in the grey wet light. Then, as a shadowy...

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My step "The above is good When I was on my own feet, the ground felt a bit heavy. When I moved forward in my actions, the path was somewhat...

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I am not ready For the end ... Though the road may wind And it may bend ... And if it might Even fork in two, I will carry on Just as I do Steadily stepping Both here and there, A trail of footprints Without a care And if one day I walk alone, Will be no reason To weep and moan Though the road may wind And it may...

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On the paths of destiny, merging in the eternal labyrinth, our steps carry us forth, the vagabond and the artist seek their wings in the flight of an unforgiving dream's worth. The soul, an ocean of desires and doubts, seeks a firm rock amidst the storm's embrace, in the sea of uncertainties, where light and shadow entwine their...

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I'm so tired. The machinery of my body feels like it's failing, I'm grasping at the air praying there's something to hang onto, I'm gritting my teeth and squinting my eyes in the struggle to see anything worth living for, Because it all feels like it's over. It feels like I dove headfirst into a shark tank with...

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