Category: Poems

Poem

Aware by MwsR (POEM BASED ON LIFE REALLY)

I’m so tired of trying
So much like a gun that’s through firing.
I have the capabilities to do more,
It just isn’t worth all the allure.
Maybe it was a trial run, or a possible misfire
Maybe my emotions are a liar.
Need me, only in case of emergency
It can’t be that me anymore, you see!
I’ve done all I desire to do
Remember it wasn’t me but you.
There is a power shift now
I’m taking over, someway, somehow.
Better if you look for another opportunity
Because I’m putting you away for my sanity.
I won’t get played any more
See we have already been here, in this predicament before.
It’s nothing that it is the way it is
Just one to just dismiss.
There I said it, now you know
Don’t come to me unless you can show
What it means to say you care.
It’s more than words, you should be made aware.

Poem

There is nothing greater

Nothing better

Not even possible unless

Unless, you give your best.

Self discipline is a need

Need should be the heed

Earnest is in the heart, inward and around

Where it knows no bounds.

Nothing has a chance to fall to the ground

Each and every part will be used

Efforts will never be abused

Abused you will never be

If we realize the strength within you and me.

Poem

Strings by MwsR

There are places, people, and things,
They will bring out great happiness or complicated things.
When you are caught up with any of them, as we sometimes do,
They will greatly impact you.
It is strings that we hold to places, people, or things,
That makes us into who we are and sometimes what makes us sing.
They can also make us weep, confused, or depressed,
That is how you know you once enjoyed things at their best.
Suddenly though for no reason or rhyme,
You find them either gone or not worth your time.
Strings are for holding, but only a particular way,
They are to be admired sometimes but set aside like a display.
Sometimes you need to give slack, every once in a while.
Although if needed they can help you to hold on to a smile.
What are your strings attached to?
I think it is a lot of things, don’t you?
Either hold tightly to your strings or let them gather slack,
Because once they are gone, you might not get them back.

Poem

Mental Trip
By MwsR

In my mind, I’ve been there a hundred times or more.
Each time something different or some aspect for me to explore.
I cannot leave until it seems I’ve tried to see
What it is my mind is trying to show me.
It’s like a long hall that leads to the same places
But the places are what change the most, sometimes new faces.
An endless trip for my melancholy mind,
Remanents of what I have in past thoughts left behind.
Tragic to think I could one day lose the main jest
The meaning behind these thoughts my brain invests.
If it is then lead me another way
Be it mental, in person, or another day.

Poem

Fractures Of The Heart by MwsR

Starting it is too small to see
But deep down it starts to hurt a small part of me,
Though visibly you wouldn’t even know
A certain feeling instead that starts to grow.
It comes from words that crush your soul
Or feelings turned into actions that dig your spirit a hole.
Like a plant that is starved of food,
It starts to wilt and not look so good.
A minute event that can change the outlook
A part that nothing specific it seems it took
But noticeable and unforgiving in spite
It will continue to fracture if not treated right.
The only way to make it better may be
To simply leave it alone, you see.
Time has a way of correcting the bad
Or making us happy despite the feelings that once made us sad.
Like feelings that became fractures of the heart
Learning to let go is a really good place to start,
To repair, live with or treat the best way
Our fractures will either go or they’ll continue to stay.
But to know we have done the best we could
make us feel better like we all should.

Poem

I see you there

Ready to make a pounce

Trying with every ounce

To feel and spot the movement

Desperately your mind concentrates

It will not faulter

It will not be altered

Unless,something else

Catches your intentions

Erases your inhibitions

Such a matchless energy

A stride that’s not comparable

A heart that’s unbeatable

With every effort

And with such a limitless leap

You will complete your feat.

Cat by MwsR

Poem

What Can We Say! MwsR

Life what can we all say about it,

Fragility is within, and can make us split

Suffering is par the course, it can linger

Love and interpersonal relationships mingle

Sensitivity warms a life

It brings joy over strife

It is shared between a man and his wife

Work is essential to acquire

Determination is always required

People’s life will one day expire

Life is essentially a gift

Do with it as you see fit

Make it a good one,or

Just make it, I implore!

Sunsets are for those who hope,

Those who believe, nope

They are for us all, regardless, if we are broke

If we are rich,

Or if wanting, or if we stay lit.

It’s not one way fits all,

It is for the great and the small.

Those who stand or those who fall.

Courage is built in the things we do on the journey,

It is never something to take for granted or to hurry.

Close your mouth, listen to wisdom, open your heart.

It will take us all to make things better

Our life, our conflicts, matter.

Our heart, our soul, they are things that make our “life’s batter”

If we put in the right “ingredients” we will have a masterpiece

But should we add things that don’t belong, we will not make it.

All we will have worked on will be in vain.

Bringing lots of pain.

Life, you live it, now start something…

Wondorous,

All of us!

Poem

Torment In My Brain. By MwsR

Too many times I have let chaos be my norm

Many dreams turned into nightmares and kept me torn.

Peace was hard to have, to expect, or even see.

Why couldn’t I get some for little ole me?

Moments spent pondering and rehashing old dreams,

Felt like I was coming apart at the seams.

Turning and tossing at night just to rest my weary brain,

Sometimes that had left me in so much pain.

It’s almost as if I’d let it all point at me like a gun in my hand,

Aiming for my own heart was almost more than I could stand.

Will it ever end?

The silent miserable attack,

Or will it keep coming for me and pushing me on my back?

Maybe it’s like a curse the one that holds,

I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.