Steps Poems - Poems about Steps

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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In the labyrinth of time, our hesitant steps sketch the path of the unknown, Each moment, a drop of mystery trickling into the ocean of possibilities, We are actors without a script in a play whose acts are written as we live, The curtain of uncertainty rises slowly, revealing scenes that take our breath away. Life, a dance on...

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No rush. Across the terrain goes the tortoise. Intently moving toward its destination Slow but assuredly, it moves without hesitation. Moving barely, barely moving But steadfast it remains. There is no balking as it moves down the line. Every step taken leaves a lasting imprint. With each one, purpose shows No missteps. No rush. And so goes the tortoise. No procrastination. Only wise steps of purpose...

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First, have faith It can move things Seen and unseen. Second, don't fear Don't discourage Go as you please. Third, thanks and praise God heavenly Him alone be. Fourth, forgive sin Those you have sin Those who sin you. Fifth, give your tithes Plus offering You will be blessed....

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Wind howls along the cobbled street, Sin prowls where shadows twist and meet. Doors creak though none are standing near, Shores leak the mist that whispers fear. Lights fade as echoes start to grow, Nights trade their peace for something low. Steps sound but no one's in my sight, Breath drowned beneath the grip of night. 8X8x8x8 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Charles Messina...

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Walk a little One, two and halt Rest a little. Praise yourself in Step again Then another. You won't notice Your step soon grow See more and more. Until one day Feel unnoticed You arrive home....

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