Category: Writings

Poem(To the tune of ” hush little baby”)

Often there are those who have tormented lives. They don’t see hope. They can’t believe in good things again. This poem is coming from an abused child, who’s father abused her.

Hush little lady don’t say a word

Pappa is going to be down right disturbed.

When the night calls

He will be your downfall

And hope will be fleeting from your heart.

Hush little child you are fair game

To the adult that carries no blame

He will abuse you while others sleep

And nothing will ever peaceful keep.

Rush to whomever, tell them no lies

Ask for their pardon, watching their eyes

They won’t believe you and this is sad

For what he did do, he isn’t labeled bad.

Hush now adult that once was a child

You were once labeled and disowned

Fear not you’ll make it, if you can leave

All of that heartache, please just believe.

MwsR💔

Poem

Feelings by MwsR

Tears drip ever so often
Saddness permiates what I’d not forgotten
Shivers to and from my heart
Pieces connected but standing apart
Peace and comfort interrupted
Mind and soul diverted
Something that once stood for something
Torn from nothing
Yet hanging on by strands
Bigger and louder than the nation’s bands
Twisted, making stronger
But also longer
Feelings that bind our hearts and minds
Ever we seem to always find.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven~ Video of a Famous Poem, William Butler Yeats

Sometimes…by MwsR

Sometimes…

Changes come ’round so fast

Others take decade or more.

Sometimes…

We search frantically in all the wrong places,

Looking for what we’ve had all along.

Sometimes…

People do really mean what they say,

While there are others who believe a lie.

Sometimes…

Fate wakes you up, serves you crap, and leaves you to pay the tip.

And tip you always do.

Sometimes…

A person is blessed beyond measure,

Others are measured by their blessings.

Sometimes…

Things just end

Like this poem, my friend.

MwsR❤️

If Real, by MwsR

Today, if things that were not real suddenly became real

You would see shoes fussing about all the crap they take

Mirrors would bluntly let you know how you really are

Phones would refuse to text your abusive texts

Hand sanitizer would refuse to clean up your germs

Dogs would let you know how they view the world

Birds would start a spy business and make lots of money

Towels would continually get sick

Pens would scribble onto anything but paper

Doors would deliberately keep you out

Radios would play songs to you that it wants to

Computers would refuse to work

Clothes would find someone worthy of them

Chairs would sit on us

Tissue would go on strike, instead of on a streak

Products would ship us out

Cars would more than likely travel without us

Houses would relocate

Cats would rule

Beds would sleep without us

If things were real that aren’t in real life

We most certainly would be doomed.

Poem by MwsR

Storm by MwsR

There is often a storm before a peaceful sky.
Sometimes it takes a day, sometimes it takes nine.
Things that are simple enough
Can’t prepare you to be tough.
Things that are hard and challenge you
Will help you in all you do.
You should be grateful when they arrive
That is when you’ll feel the fire in your eyes.
Nothing worth having comes easy or fast.
Sometimes it takes ultimate strength to be the one who will last.
Be thankful for the storm that lies before
Following close behind will be so much more.

The One I Still Mourn,by MwsR

In this dream

You are standing there, looking at me

Smiling as big as the blue Atlantic Sea.

In your hands you have a sweet little kitten

Something we both are so smitten of

We talk about the weather

And our times together

We both share eyes of blue

Both are the even the same hue

I ask you to take me to the ocean

So we can see what all we can see, where the space is open

You pull me close to share a hug

I warmly accept and feel snug

In this dream, you are realer than real

Although that could never happen, that’s the real deal.

You left this earth so long ago

I was left to mourn you so.

It just wasn’t our time in this life,

Perhaps the next one…

I will wait for eternity to see you again,

Instead of in pictures, in the very end.

My heart is always bound,

By the dad I still have not found.

The one who was there when I was born

The one I still mourn.

Poem, By MwsR

Love Yourself

Why is it we make ourselves available to the very ones who never have time for us?

No one wants to argue and fuss?

Feeling the need for anything, just something we can say we have, or whatever it is.

Often, we persist in this.

If we only could see from another perspective, we would be embarrassed by how we look,

Deserving so much more than the bait dangling off a hook.

We scrounge for scraps like a homeless dog that is starving.

This will leave inside us, constant scaring.

Strive to love yourself as if you are number one

If you don’t, then neither will anyone.

The moral of this poem is simply this…

Love and treat yourself better than you “is”.