Podcast poem – Take Their Power Away by MwsR

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Prisoner, by MwsR

Pain I release you from me

I have captured you, it seems

You are there in the morning

There at night

No one knows it, because you are hid behind my light.

You have been abused,

I have kept you in the shadows

Reaching for you only when need be

Only when, his face, I see

I often think you were the innocent part

The one who wanted to leave but I did not allow it

I have held onto you like a good book.

One for which I often take a look at.

I should have let you go because I had other prisoners of my own

The sadness is one for which I have gave it a home.

Fear is always near, never venturing far away.

Love wants to stay here forever, I don’t know why she does.

I just have so many and this is so hard to say.

They all have their own address and one leads to his door,

The other is the one for which I often explore.

So pain, I am trying to let you go, slowly.

I promise it won’t be easy for you have been here so long

But I often will look for you, once you are gone.

I hope you can find another place that keeps you as a reminder,

Instead of a prisoner

I regret keeping you but some day I will meet you again.

Until then…

MwsR

Poem By MwsR

Sometimes by MwsR

Imagine your life in a happier time
Sometimes that’s how I remember mine.
Times that made you smile and shine
Things that were easily peace of mind.

Sometimes things are complicated
Even can leave us exasperated.
That is when remembering steps in
Of a wonderful place or time that has been.

Our minds serve many purposes and jobs
They can be reminders or be like a tripod
Supportive and will keep us held higher
That is the good ones the ones that inspire.

Sometimes there are reminders of deeds gone wrong
Sometimes it plays in our head like a bad song.
This isn’t the way most would want it to be
They only want the good ones you see.

But to grow and have happiness
There has to be both of them
Wrong and right reminders
So we learn, appreciate, and have no blinders.

Remember all the thoughts, deeds, and pain
There never can be any growth if there never is rain.
Move forward always but reflect what’s gone,
This is necessary for all , not wrong.

Porcupine Sam- poem by MwsR

Porcupine Sam had a webcam

He posted himself daily, live

His idea came to be

Because he was so prickly

He couldn’t help that

Noone would come near him

So he used his webcam

To show people Sam

And say what was on his mind

The webcam was great

If he never wanted closeness.

Except Sam did

He always had

But no one could overlook his flaws

So, the best he could get

Was being on his web cam

Although in his heart he wanted more.

MwsR❤️

Moral to this poem….

-Try to accept people as they are. Sometimes the person you see is the one you forced them to be, not their true self. Don’t be their reason to not be themselves.

-Nothing is worse than not being able to be yourself. We all should feel free enough to be our selves.

– Imagine…you, not getting to be who you were created to be.

The Eyes Had It, by MwsR

Oh, the feelings, like this!

The breath, that comes from an intimate kiss.

The lingering of your cologne

The moments when you are away from the house

Most important, are the moments with my spouse.

The hair from your mustache that scratches my chin

The things you do, without having to be asked, every now and then.

I long to have you in my corner, always

You are half my heart, don’t ever go away.

My wish is that you always want to stay.

Your eyes had my attention from the start, but

Inside our connection, that’s what I felt in my heart

Forever and through what may come, I love you hun.

Paper and Pen~poem

Stead firmness can be found

Once,I did stand,on solid ground

Not anymore

My heart cannot find its footing

My feet cannot make a stance

Too much sand and water under them

Life Is full of hardships that have taken a toll

I’ve watched people come

I watched people go

Some of them really hurt me

Some of them I wish had stayed

Is this how my life is supposed to have been played?

Fighting the many who came for my soul

Prayers and dreams kept me afloat

Sometimes, the tide turned me over

I had to swim with everything that was in me

I grabbed at twigs or anything I could find

The twigs were those that listened

The swim was my struggle

The tide was those that took love from me and threw it away

Like in nature, all fight to survive

This has been me, in my life

Sometimes, I fought my own self

Sometimes I ran away

So many things I can remember that I never got to say

But that’s in the past

And I think I’ll leave it in my poems

In my writing, with paper and pen.

I’m sure you’ll hear from me again.

MwsR❤️

Light Before Darkness, by MwsR

Darkness reached for me

Hard to believe I was so approachable

I guess the appeal was my pain and sorrow

Sometimes it is voluntary, sometimes not

There is always an option for me to take

Must I forever fight it or give in for it to take over

I have always willed the power inside

No one got to choose for me, just myself

When Darkness comes, as it often does

I choose the light

I choose to fight

Not given to the force that overwhelms me at times,

Nothing but a strong will, will be found

As you can fight too

Fight for that light within yourself

Don’t let it be overpowered, overwhelmed

We all can choose for ourselves,

That powers resides within us all

It is there for you , if you call out

Sure Darkness waits for us you and I

But we can leave it and follow our light.


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