Category: Poems

Preserve/Poem share

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Thoughts that I can’t explain

Words that in my heart remain

Glimpses of things I do not know

Where on earth do spirits go?

Often time I rest and ponder

Things that no one else must wonder

I often think I might be insane

All the things that clutter my brain

Resolutions ones that I seek

Make my body feel so weak

For trying hard to understand

Why there is something , I must rebuke and reprimand

Faultless are my indecision

Too much so, I feel unjustly imprisoned.

I wonder if I will lose my peace

Trying to remain humble and remain in one piece.

Who knows what tomorrow will pose

For surround by friends and as much so, foes

I shall try to stay within my own self

To preserve what is left.

 

 

 

 

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Scared

By MwsR
You held the power once,

The very thing I needed you could not give me.

The power you had been 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 was 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 it 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.

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Broken…by MwsR

There is a something that happens to us

Something that happens when in people we trust.

It comes with a great risk and great pain

Leaving on our hearts a great stain.

When things go south as they often do

It’s not the good that leaves us feeling so blue.

It’s the trust that we gave to someone

The naked feelings we shared with that one.

Only to find we have hurt ourselves

By mistaking their motives.

Or we simply try to be open

In the end though it is us that get broken.

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Knife

By MwsR
An old familiar song playing on the radio

Makes me recall things that I had forgotten.

Like a bad odor makes you aware that something has become rotten.
Stares from recognizable faces

That look suddely, 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.

Broken Smile/ Poem Share

Broken Smile

Some days are alright

But some are still a struggle and a fight

Night time is the only escape

From a world that won’t separate.

There is a seldom “Hello”

Sometimes from a person you don’t know

You look at them and give them a smile

That happens to last only a little while.

In a matter of pretense

You try to escape when things are intense,

But that broken smile

Stretches farther than a country mile.

It is not for real

It is  a way you deal.

Broken smiles can be contagious too,

People will return one back to you.

Whenever you need

It will be there indeed.

Broken smiles are smiles that want to be happy

Or at least the thought that of what could be,

I know it happens to me.

MwsR ❤

Silent/Poem Share

 

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Silently we search for something, anything

Patiently we put off things just to give time to that waiting

It is a thing we often do the most alone

Never telling anyone what we feel inside or what is wrong.

There can come no answers from people’s glances

Only the soul is that direct and true

It does not confuse us or distort our trust

What it requires from us

It is best to find out

Silently it actually says so very much

It never even needs a human touch

Souls are silent answers the things within

The things we patiently wait on to either start or end

Our feelings follow suit with what our souls silently say

We often time get in its way.

Emotional robots we are

Letting ourselves be told how to feel

Often time we don’t listen to our soul and its silence

We should, before we lose the ability to actually hear.

 

 

Inside Park/Poem by MwsR

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Inside it is an attraction for sure

Not easy to navigate through

I know that it will cost for someone to explore

But I cannot say anything more.

 

Life is strange there, inside of me

Nothing there is easily understood

Anything can surely appear

Trying hard to always keep out those drifts of tears.

 

Inside it is never quite

If you were to see what all goes on in there

You would surely be scared

I know because I am the one who has had to care.

 

Parks should be exciting and fun

But if it the inside one.

There is just discord

Especially when you enter on your own accord.

 

Inside Parks come with no clear direction

Nothing is free

There may be turmoil to see

When it is inside me.

 

So enter softly, patiently, and calm

I often tell people being here is no fun.

It is merely “to occupy one’s curiosity”

And they leave, usually.

 

No one really comes there and stays for long

It is most unpleasant at times

I try to keep it free of clutter and trash

But it is bound to happen, inside, alas.

 

So come if you wish

Don’t take anything with you

I run this park all on my own

It is hard to maintain, when you hurt all alone.

 

Inside Parks are inside all of you

They have things that attract

And they have things that can make a person blue

Enter cautiously, take nothing away

So the inside park can continue, yet again, another day.