Category: Poems

Pinned, a poem by MwsR

Ah, a visit from the past

Has yet again taken my peace

I often throw caution to the wind

But this time, it was like I was pinned.

It did something

Something, I stand so hard against

Yet still it kept me in its circumstance.

After the thought and past refkection

I wept to help clear my soul

But alas, its still firm hold!

Never knew trying was so hard

And that it would flip the switch, the way it did, today

If I’m to heal, how much more must I try to say?

What is left?

Apparently, my heart

I felt it tugging at me, pressing me to be smart

I failed to head its warning to me

Now I am so scared,of the who I came to be.

That is not what is being free.

Burden has become a plate I lack the hunger for

Yet, it piles on more and more.

Wishing to be free,

If thats possible for me.

MwsR Writings(poem)

It’s Yours… By MWSR

What would it take to heal the sick and “cure” heartache?
What would you yourself give if a peaceful life you could live?
What chains would you break so your destiny you could make?
What twist would you spin to save the life of a dear friend?
Life is about changing…messing up and rearranging.
You can choose to go down fighting or loose all your enlightening.
The power’s within you.
Go make your path that’s out there underneath the sky of blue.

Poem

When and Where People, by MwsR

When newness starts

Stagnation, leaves

Where hope abides

People will believe.

Limitless is the imagination

On this planet we live

Where we strive

People start to give.

Forward,often hoping to make the change

In a desperate world,

When survival often kicks in

People start acting strange.

Everyone looking only at tragedy

Right before their very eyes

When compassion comes in

People stop thinking just about their selves

If simple was the life we were meant to have or possess

The difficult would have no purpose

When it gets hard

People grow and tend to think of themselves less.

Let’s all take a second or two,

Take time to reflect

Where mind is over matters

People will shine true.

Bridges Aren’t Meant To Be Burned/Poem by MwsR

Sometimes in life we take a journey, whether right or wrong

This is mainly to serve a purpose, one we often time travel alone

No one can always be there to hold onto our hand

Often we look at what we left behind, never at where we stand

Along those journeys of joy and pain, we fail to notice that others do the same

Something usually gets our attention for a moment, for a while perhaps

But forward we some how manage to go, like trees that ooze their sap

It just is the course of things, the natural order if you will

Some people are held back sometimes, and often that makes them ill

No need to fuss or argue as to why you, why you are less fortunate

It may will be to make you stronger, more pungent

I know sometimes you want to cross the “bridge”, if you will

But don’t be so quick to do that, there could just be a bigger “hill”

Bridges are not meant to be crossed quickly, my friend

They are there to help you accomplish something, or see better, the end

They are not meant to be burned, because from time to time

You will want to crass back over, to help and just remind

Remind yourself that life has different highs, different lows,

I am most certain of this, I really do know

Bridges were not mean to be burnt,

There serve to teach or help us, those things we should of learnt.

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Poem

Deepest Regrets by MwsR

Some of the deepest wounds

Stem from the deepest regrets

Those that take your breath when you catch yourself remembering

Since there is regret

Suffering is prolonged

These are the kinds of things that burn into your soul, all along.

Soul is desperate in its attempts

Spineless but ever present

Like torturing ourselves, will give us a little more incentive.

Stupid we are

Suppose to let go

Learn from the deepest regrets, learn from all the woe.

After all who will claim them,

Not our family or friends

This is the hardest part to swallow, the need to repent.

Poem

Gifted a Thousand Stars by MwsR

You act as if you were given a thousand stars, with which to call your own

As if the stars did not know where they themselves belonged

If mere mortals were the rulers of the stars

We all would have no battle scars

We’d have no need to fight

I know this to be the case, check to see if it is true, you might

You are same as I and yet you lack common sense.

You always think to be great, more money must be spent.

Not true, you see, it is a scam

I am just shocked, I am

Your breath comes and goes just like all of us

Yet you believe that the stars you were to be entrust.

The only shine that I see when looking at all of you,

Is your ego and your pompous attitude.

Gifted a thousand stars, perhaps, in your own dreams

This however, is the real world and things aren’t how they seem.

I hope you figure it all out before it is too late

Before your get served, whatever you dished out, onto someone’s plate.

Poem

Mind and Soul’s Release..by MwsR

For today breathe a little
Take time, your heart can be brittle
Unkind words will soon fade
Just like our bodies often cast a shade
Things worth it are many
They won’t be announced like in the Grammys
Nice thoughts are like pillows for your heart
Doesn’t matter if you don’t make the first start
Patience will come to you
Just in time, it will ensue
Helping you to heal…
To feel
Making realizations forefront in your mind
Directing you like a stick does for the blind
In time you will grow
If not by making errors, maybe in your heart it will show.
Fly with problems, as well as in peace
It’s your mind and your soul’s release.

Famous Poem~ William Shakespeare

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