Category: Poems

Poem by MwsR( me)

Fear by MwsR

Different than any other emotion
It takes up residence if you let it
Wreaking havoc on your spirit.
Tearing apart your sensibilities
That’s if you have any in the start
Way down to the deepest part.
It’s like a prison and you’re the inmate
You cannot leave it behind even when you’re set free
Even though you’ve done your time, you see.
So much of your life changes
To accommodate the chaos
The fear can make you feel lost.
Like a stranger that is living your life
Little you can do until you come to terms with it.
Decreasing the fear just a bit.
Life can have scary times and fears that take over
It’s something everyone’s had
But remember things don’t always have to stay that bad.

Poem by MwsR( ME)

Knife
By MwsR

An old familiar song playing on the radio
makes me recall things that I had forgotten.
Like a bad odor lets you know something has become rotten.

Stares from recognizable faces
That look sudden, then turn away
Takes me back again into those childhood days.

Words with strong deliverance and demeanor
Those are the ones that I remember the most.
Just like a parasite that infects its host.

Nothing like those pain filled days
Where my last choice was just to leave.
I felt like a prisoner just granted a reprieve.

In one childhood I was made
In those minutes, hours, and days
I found time slowly pays.

If in this life all you are is based on the actions of others,
You will never really have a life.
Don’t let your memories be the knife.

Poem by MwsR(me)

Scared

By MwsR

You held the power once,

The very thing I needed you could not give me.

The power you had was something nightmares were written about.

It’s like you were possessed, definitely obsessed.

The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…

I was absolutely scared of you back then.

Each weekend went the same

You were out to assert your will.

I was an unwilling participant, but it did not matter.

The hurt, the doubt, you cast my way, it crippled me.

It showed me how in my adult world, not to be.

The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…

I used to be absolutely scared of you back then.

Now it seems life has reinvented itself for me.

I am loved by some and that seems to keep me above the pull of your memories.

I receive the love I dreamed of, to have from you back then.

Stronger, I am.

Hurt, I’ll always have.

The effort took for me to be a good person, now, should clue you in…

I am not scared of you anymore, but perhaps you are the one who’s scared, now.

Poem by MwsR(me)


Actions and words not only impact you…but others.

Who’s using Who…by MwsR

You think you were the one who needed attention and got it…
But that’s not entirely true
It’s wasn’t just you.
Making someone think they mattered a whole lot
I think that’s cruel
But there are no rules.
When you use someone to make sure they understand
That you’re not sincere
Because you might be the one that gets hurt, dear.
Believing everything someone says to you
Is not smart
Take it with a grain of salt, listen not only to your heart.
Sometimes we get used by others to feel a need for them
It’s not really a deliberate cruelty
More like “stuff happens” reality.
People change as they often do
Leaving us to guess…
Who’s using who?
😉👏🤔

Poem by me, MwsR

Sadness. By MwsR

Too much because of too little

A lot because of their feelings.

Time is too late because the heart was too fake

Endless because it has overflowed the soul.

Infinite it will remain.

Without warning, it climbed onto your very life

Taking under its own self, the only escape.

Parched are your eyes from losing too many tears while seeing so clearly.

If bandaids could cover one’s inner hurts.

Desperately anguish survives

To merely show one of what hold that it has on them

Breaking anything that gets in its path

It will not waiver from its wrath.

To simply exist is its special torture.

Longing becomes survival

Survival just means to be here or there

Nothing really to gaze upon and understand

Imaginatively giving you it’s a reprimand.

One chance, backed into a corner

Frantic for escape

When this sadness is the captor.

Sadness will have the upper hand.

Whispers by MwsR

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In the whispers, you are alive

As if you are still real

I try real hard to ease-drop

But all is just whispers, with your name in them

Whispers to my pain

Whispers that make me sad

Those also make me cry

Those make me question why

In whispers, your memory is brought to life

But only in whispers…

Bu only in my mind and those that loved you.

Whispers!

Religious Poem

SIT WITH HIM by MwsR

It is important to understand who hung the stars in our beautiful sky
Who is there when we all have started to cry.
The one who made us with our own free will.
The one who helps us up to life’s hill.
Just take the first step and sit with him,
He is eager and waiting to erase sin’s film
The shame we feel can be instantly erased
When by his love he extends us grace.
No man will ever love you so TRUE,
Noone, not any of you.
He gives life meaning and a spring in our walk,
Have you taken the time to sit with him and talk?
Assuredly there will not ever be a better choice you make
When it is with him you rest and then awake.
No diamond ring, no stone or glass is stronger
Will you sit with him and stay a while longer?

Heart Stone By MwsR

Heart Stone by MwsR

The familiarity has grown
Inside and outside of my own.
The noise so distant
Yet still so poignant.
I feel it move a little at first dawn
It goes to rest with my first yawn.
The path took to reach this
Despite all the joy and bliss.
Once it was so light so free
Now it sits like a boulder inside me.
My heart stone that was made
Look how much had to be paid!