Category: Poems

Poem(written to the father I never got to know)

DAD, my first guy, by MwsR

Pictures are all I have
They are like a wound with a little salve.
You are and always will be
The very core part of me.
I know you existed I see and hear about it all.
I just wish you were still here for me to call.
Often you are in my head
I find myself thinking of you while looking ahead.
If one little wish I was able to make
It might be to see you, you know before the ache.
Dads are more than a name we give,
They are the ones that teach us how to grow and live.
I never got to have that with you
I often think about what if’s and it makes me blue.
Others get to call up their dads and talk
Some get to spend time with them and go for walks
I get to ponder and wonder a lot
About what I have and what I not.
It is not your fault I am sure you would have stayed
But that wasn’t how it all got played.
Taken too soon from this earth and from your family
The ones who loved you and made you happy.
I guess some things never come to be
Like my wish for you to had known me.
Or maybe just to spend the day talking to you
And carrying on about the days that we went through.
It’s a good thing memories come around
Because that’s all some have when their hearts start to frown.
Dad, I know if you knew me
You’d see a lot of you inside of me, probably.
You would have also known how much you meant to me…you know why,
After all, you were my first guy.

Your Own, by MwsR

I’m must be hell

To be trapped like that

Not have any hope

Or adjustment ”strat”

No mechanism to cope

Walking around all tide up

Afraid if you get too close you’ll fray.

Creating the most bizarre display.

Thinking little of yourself

Nothing much more than that of anything else

Avoid having to be wordy with others

A little word here or there

Looking so scared or bewildered at normal interractions

Leaving a complex answer to very simple fractions

Never really understanding what it is that should be

It must be hard to be you

Trapped in your mind and prisoner to your own prison

The one you created

The one you’ve always hated.

Poem

No Refuge, BY MwsR

Never feeling the need to be the third wheel

That is not even the way to feel.

Drifting into a hidden space

Trying to escape the memory of your face.

Replacing the need that was before

With something so much more meaningful, so much more.

Error is ever present

When priorities are only for rent

Giving a dollar just to get fifteen cent.

Working to keep the mind off of things

Listening to music, and the comfort it brings.

Sometimes there is no way to understnd

Sometimes there is no place for you to just stand.

Little comfort that can take the damage that comes from drowning

Little relief in the unknown or the unknowing.

Still forward we press on

Looking for another place to belong.

Is it the person who made us this way

Or is it our heart we gave so freely away?

Oh, the turmoil!

Oh the chances that seem to spoil!

Better to have something no matter how unkind

Even if it breaks your heart and leaves your heart in a bind.

Or will it always confuse you?

There might not be a refuge.

Poem

Circumstance by MwsR

Out from them, a new life can begin

A touch, a word, or a dream that ends

Something that impacted

Someone who interacted

Taking a move

Changing things to improve

Exploring what will be

Attached like a limb to a tree

Different than before

So much is there to explore

A short or a long journey

Strapped in like on a gurney

At the hands of everything

Yet not a single thing

Into something new

It will happen to you.

Circumstance

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Feelings

Tears drip ever so often

Saddness permiates what I’d not forgotten

Shivers to and from my heart

Pieces connected but standing apart

Peace and comfort interrupted

Mind and soul diverted

Something that once stood for something

Torn from nothing

Yet hanging on in strands

Bigger and louder than the nation’s bands

Twisted making stronger 

But also longer

Feelings that bind our hearts and minds

Ever we seem to always find.

Midst Of Uncertainty

When the words fail, like they so many times do,

Do you feel defeated? I know I have, many times, too.

If slight set backs are really not your style,

That is okay, there is more than this, that will last for a while.

Uncertainty, is certainly scary and makes us apprehensive

Subject to almost any thing that comes when we are submissive.

But that is the way some feel

When we do not know if things are real

If that is your way of thinking, and in some time it may be

Start trying to deal with things in different kinds of strategies.

There will always be a midst of uncertainty,

It will visit you, as well as it has me.

No need to be distraught,

Rely on what the past has taught,

Things will go back to normal , so to speak,

Learn how to react standing on both feet.

Don’t let uncertainty stop you

From being yourself’ s true “blue”.

MwsR ❤

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Feelings….MwsR

Tears drip ever so often

Saddness permiates what I’d not forgotten

Shivers to and from my heart

Pieces connected but standing apart

Peace and comfort interrupted

Mind and soul diverted

Something that once stood for something

Torn from nothing

Yet hanging on in strands

Bigger and louder than the nation’s bands

Twisted making stronger 

But also longer

Feelings that bind our hearts and minds

Ever we seem to always find.

Poem by MwsR

Extreme By MwsR

Everything is necessary

When nothing is not a choice.

Don’t ever stop listening to that “inside voice”.

Possibilities are just chances we have not taken

They keep up rising

Instead of staying broken.

When you have just a little faith

A little hope in your soul

That is when you can just take off and go.

Everything has a season

A season to change and correct

An opportunity, have you taken yours yet?

Trying is hard when you see no end

But let me tell you it will no doubt come , my friend.

It is difficult sometimes , more than we feel we can stand.

Trust in a process

Things don’t change overnight

That is why we search for more than our own might.

We need to examine how life went so wrong

We need to carry in our hearts hope, faith, and love.

These are blessings and give us each, enough.

Extreme is not necessary when you really try

In taking little steps forward, 

You can eventually tell bad times, goodbye.

Extreme may simply be

You believing in something greater

Something greater, than you or me.

Something you cannot see but can feel

The overwhelming desire or passion 

That surrounds your heart and soul

The extreme that makes you go.