Category: Poems

Poem By MwsR

Trudging

Seems like this day is trudging along

Nothing new, not even a song

I wish for pleasant things

Although the simple ones most often spring

It is okay for me to sometimes sit

Think about how things often fit

In my life and I make a decision

Whether to leave something that causes commotion

Often we need to recharge

Take a moment or two, just to ignore

Things that are hectic, cruel, or unkind

Things that bottle up on the surface of our minds.

It is okay to put off , this or that

I know, it to be a fact

Nothing worries us more than ourselves

In spite of our efforts, we are often compelled.

So perhaps this day that is trudging along,

Will bring to my mind a pleasant song

Maybe I am looking at it all wrong.

Like

Like a storm from out of nowhere
Drifting away like a dream, on air
More scattered than the grains of sand
But finding common ground to stand.
Troubles thicker than molasses
Smears that collect upon the glasses.
Too much sometimes
Too little I find.
Promises that prick you like roses
People that will leave you in droves.
Lies without guilt
Steamy words from upon their lips.
I’m insignificant
Though I feel transparent.
Walking always, somewhere
But heading nowhere.
Jokes are about me
But I’m not laughing, you see.
Thoughts should be for the things that matter
Not for hearts to shatter.
But can’t make it go
Can’t, you know?
Life and love intertangle
Circumstance and perhaps, all dangle.
Forward just one time
Backward, when it tries to unwind.
Feelings…friends…words…and thoughts
MwsR

Poem by MwsR

Rug

The rug that sits at the front door
Could never change its job, not anymore.
It watched as people ran over it in search of something or for a place to go.
It knew it would never be really important, though.
It was kind of a place to stop and turn a key
Or a place for people to wipe off their feet.
When it rained the rain would fall onto it without hesitation
Why in the world was this its occupation?
Some days the sun would smile down as if to say “it’s okay”
But underneath there was dirt grinding it away.
No one really knows what this rug went through
And then one day, it was time for it to go, it was replaced with a rug that was new.
Discarded as if it never served a purpose or had a reason
Just used up and tossed out with the start of a new season.

If people could take a look down, take a notice
They would start to refocus.
Because life is to important not to notice everything
We need to feel and appreciate what all this one life can bring….

Poem by MwsR

Smile,
By MwsR

She smiled, to keep up the pretense
Though she 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, but not 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.

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Poem by MwsR

Stops For A While, by MwsR

When a heart weeps, it seems to stop for a minute or two
Sometimes, it feels forever when it is about you
I often wonder why or how
But that’s not answered now.
You can only give until time or fate has changed
Sometimes, it never comes, often things get rearranged.
Sad is my heart, weeping inside
Sometimes, it stops for a minute or two
Often, it’s when I think of you.

Poem By MwsR

Are We Ever Really Sure… by MwsR

Sometimes things are too much
Too much for us to handle.

Sometimes we are like a clasp on a sandal
Easy to work but with not much fore thought.

Sometimes we can fail to work
To serve our purpose.

When clasps don’t work any longer we replace it with another one.
Clasps serve one purpose ,they are to hold things together,
To keep things from separating.

Sometimes we loose the intended purpose.
Too often we just see this one thing…
When there are many more all around us.

If we were meant to only have one clasp, or better yet given one clasp to last…
What care we would had taken of it!