Category: Poems

Poem( domestic violence)

Poem for …domestic violence awareness month…by MwsR-me

SOMEWHERE

Somewhere someone fights

Experiences painful nights

Somewhere in the inside of homes

People experience hurtfulness and moans

Somewhere there is little comfort

Feelings of terror they exhort

Somewhere someone once was joyful

Now that has turned to sorrowful

Somewhere in the middle of our busy days

Someone is feeling betrayed

Somewhere while we are safe

Another person hides their face

If only we could do something for them

We can.

Somewhere there is hope.

Somewhere is better than nowhere.

Help those you can.

Stand up and take a stand.

Don’t forget about any “man”.

Poem

Baffled by MwsR

“This too shall pass”, I think not

Maybe it is because there is this huge knot

It goes wherever I do

You played me for a fool

I wish that last day

Before it all went away

You’d of told me you were sorry

That you weren’t in a hurry

To get rid of me in your life

Felt like you sliced my soul with a knife

You cared not,

Your temper was too hot

Maybe you did not fully think

It all did happen on my end, in a blink

Words were tossed out from your heart

You did not act too smart

I was pregnant

You acted ignorant

Wanting to hit me

You aren’t a special entity

You were merely a bully

Trying to impose your own ways

Forgetting that I didn’t have to stay

I also had my own say

Look at how domineering you tried to be

All you did was totally disgust me

Suppose to be my family

You wanted to be free

Look how that worked not in your favor

You were disguarded, like a bag of trash

And you started that fire, and became the ash

I however, went on to belong

I went ahead, because I wasn’t in the wrong

Poor pitiful you

Hope you enjoy all the damage you spew

Baffled at what you hoped to gain

Look back at your lies, that caused nothing but pain!

Poem

Oblivious, by MwsR

Once upon a day

My heart began to sway.

I couldn’t tell whether to try

Or give in to an obvious lie.

I wished upon a moonlight sky

Without any particular notion as to why.

Inside I started to feel myself unravel

It was like a kid skinning their knee on some gravel,

Oblivious to the blood that starts to show

But knowing that it hurt a slight bit though.

Content though to ignore it all for the play,

We adults also do things this way.

Not noticing or taking heed to the scars and marks

We keep getting hurt the same each time we embark.

Till one day we fall down and something clicks

Maybe it is the words, or maybe the licks.

We finish our story in a twist

Like suicide can result from cutting your wrists.

Permanent and final it will be

When it’s over or you mend

There will be an end.

Poem

Drain by MwsR

There is a hole

Where all the spillage goes.

Where it all flows down

The crap that comes from frowns.

It’s not clear where it all goes

But away from me is all I know.

No stopper can keep it all in one place

Just like emotions can change a person’s face.

Along the way down things start to break apart

Changing forever, the compound, the heart,

Never to return, any more pain

Like a person’s internal drain.

A Home by MwsR

There is a place you can always go back to

A place that was created for me and you

It has heart and soul from all that live there

It has no cautions for you to be made aware

Everyone has space for their own things

And the comfort that belonging brings

Even if you leave and move away

It will welcome you back one day

The feelings there will become cherished

Your knowledge from living there will have flouorished

Time sometimes stands still inside those walls

Laughter will abide amongst it all

Even when sorrow takes a seat

No one will feel a lonesome defeat

Plenty to do, food to eat

Marvelous chatter and often repeat

Life inside this home, and Y’ll

Life within the walls

A home.

Poem

Dreams, by MwsR

If you’ve ever awoken with a dream on your mind

Thinking that your real-world ain’t fine

Then you can understand a little of mine.

If the thought of something keeps foremost in your thoughts and dreams

Then it’s time to re-evaluate things.

If you do you’ll see what it brings.

Time is not an indicator of a change

Its how you use your time, the little that remains.

That way in the end nothing leaves a permanent stain.

Dreams can be indicators maybe of problems in your real life

They can help to open your eyes.

Maybe for you it’s as simple as using a knife.

Others though don’t look at it all that wise

They think dreams are lies.

They fail to see between the lines.

I believe sometimes God gives us dreams

That helps us to look in different ways at things

Sort of, like him carrying us on his wings.

Poem

Each Day, By MwsR

Daybreak brings newness

Sunshine is divine

Things continue to grow

Each moment in time

Progress is for the opportunist

Succession is for the achiever

Life continues without pause

Each Christmas brings Santa Clause

Thoughts keep us thinking

Food keeps us strong

Water is for all the living

Time to pray is needed for us all.

Grey hues of shadows upon the ground

Remembering things sometimes can get us down

All this surrounds us

All of this is a day, in not any one certain way.

Poem

Truth by MwsR

If I looked better than I do now

The world would still let me drown.

If I made lots of friends not foes

The True friends would be all I know.

If I lived in a nice place

It couldn’t change what’s not erased.

If time stayed still for me

The heartache would still be.

If my waist was fit and trim

I’d still see through this person created film.

It does matter what we think is enough

It’s not what the world thinks and all their stuff.

To be true to who you are

Will eventually recover every scar.

Let yourself be happy

It’s a poem about realism and isn’t happy.