Category: Poems

Poem

Smile,
By MwsR

She smiled, to keep up the pretense
Though she had herself, felt sad and intense.
She walked, not into a new day
Yet she ran into chaos, from every which way.
Her heart had let her down,
Still, her mind would not let her drown.
She cried, not really for letting others down
They were not the reasons she carried a frown.
She wished that she could just run away
Yet nothing made her demons stay at bay.
The dreams and wishes she once had
Now, they only make her sad.
She smiled to keep up the pretense
But what she needed was immense.

Goodbye By MwsR

Her views of the world are somewhat abnormal,

Like rain that fills the grave, of someone who lies cold.

Neither consequence or percept will determine her next move.

The path is determined by things long ago and old.

Her values are placed in the things and people who continually are there.

Like texts books in an abandoned high school, they can be still relevant.

Often reading the same chapter of her life each and every time, she searches for meaning

Never, is there a need for the final chapter, just the subsequent ones post haste.

Her laughter will definitely hide her million insecurities,

It is contagious and appears to be the real deal,

Often it will hide her heart, and the way she more than not, feels.

Wise to some degree, she has learnt who to share her dreams with.

With the slightest hesitations and reserve, she’ll share once more.

Her pain serves as a crown for her, each stone in it, is a lesson she must learn

Each adorning detail, is from all the tedious effort she gives, in just living.

With doubts and fears, she will live each day

Never fully resting, never really trusting, but always clinging to the good in others

The good that will justify her giving her trust, if it really is trust.

Her appearance can hide a multitude of worry.

You would not guess so much, just by looking at her.

It would appear that things are fine and dandy

Rich and blessed,

Like even her own heart takes a rest.

Her goodbye’s are never really goodbye’s

She will speak the words, but hold them in her mind.

That one little hope or that thing that she holds onto, will never tire

It will never let go.

Always, it will be there, in the creases of her thoughts,

On the pages that she writes,

In the songs that she sings.

Poem

Love, Life, and Caring
By MwsR

There are connections
Although subtle and yet uplifting things
Something that takes the bite out of the sting.
Warming inside the heart they work
They come without a note or a gift
They’re felt in the heart’s path when it needs a lift.
Cannot contain it,
For they’re not to be owned or kept
Not to be useless or did you forget?
We each have the opportunity to use these
Each day and till the end.
They are love and life and caring, my friend.

Can’t Take Us by MwsR

Overwhelming feelings, piled upon each other

Swept up, making an impact on your life

Who is the one bearing this strife?

Escape routes are blocked, first we must deal with things

Trapped like rats in traps made just to capture them

No one will be leaving, it’s the end.

Things we never deal with can take us

They can replace our normalness and bring such pain

If they end up getting engrained.

With the tides of this life, we can be swept away,

If we give credence to the things others tell us

Just one word, thought, or action can be like puss.

Oozing our infection out from within

Making us ill, making us weak

Taking the things that mattered and making them appear bleak.

We must learn to deal, heal, and appeal what we can

Not so important things are in our minds

Whipping around our thoughts and making us heart blind.

Release hard feelings, hurt emotions, and negative thoughts

We all can, we should

So all of it can’t take us~

Hooray, Mother’s Day by MwsR

Excellent, another Mother’s Day without a mother

Another year that’ll show things bright and clear

More gifts I see from other’s to their mothers

While no gifts for me to give to mine, no need to bother.

Another day to celebrate the love and affection

That I have been without during this entire affliction.

No dinners with my mother dear

No celebrating, not any certain rights, here.

Great! Another one to pass me by

Another Mother’s Day to make me cry

So many things that I would like to be in my heart

But that isn’t what is real or smart

I won’t ever have much to show on this holiday,

From the one who made me this way.

But that is really okay

I’m learning not to expect things anyway.

Hooray, another Mother’s Day!

Too Easy To Say Goodbye by MwsR

It has gotten too easy to say to you all

I almost think sometimes, I had imagined it all.

The hurtful words, the criticisms, and the lies

Like in the hottest crime book novel, I am the spy

The wet spots on my pillows that laid on my bed

It is kind of easier to think it all was in my head.

Dreams of you seldom come this way

But then again, what is there left to say?

I tossed many a nights thinking about what ifs,

The fallback was me, the goodbye was to me, I was the riff.

I desperately sought your approval in the earlier days

Thinking by some sudden miracle I could erase the overbearing haze.

Foolish I was, but trying to belong I was always

Trying so hard, but never so much again, in all ways

How did it become so much more easier to say goodbye,

Then to hold each other close, and try to dry a tearing eye?

How was it that you became as mundane as what to wear?

If even that is saying I care.

Too easy for you to forget about me,

to pick up where things were before me, I see.

It is all like reading about someone else and their life,

Skipping through the pages, trying to skim to see

If in fact is was even really me.

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To Be Mother by MwsR

They sometimes influence us, into a reflection of them.

Often, they will fix a hem.

Maker of foods that fill our tummies

Helper, with our things, even when we act like dummies.

A guide to see our inner purpose,

A photographer, of a time that was.

More often than not, our biggest fan

Showing us they believe in us and that we can.

Mothers are great, when great is our mother,

If you were not fortunate enough that is, like the others,

Then we should be the mother that we wish we had,

So we won’t always be sad and feel bad.

In My Life by MwsR

To have you in my life

Would mean to lose me

Why must it be so difficult

To be in your presence.

I often dreamt, without you in it

But living without you, is so unnatural

Unnatural,but not enough to change it

Unbearable, but not so much that I’d die.

Different, in as much as it makes me cry.

It could be so much worse…

Yet,wishing it to be better.

Moving on but holding on.

Forward, while staggering behind

That’s where I could almost lose my mind,

But I never really do.

In my life, the one built without you.

In spite of you.