Category: Poems

Sadness/Poem share

Too much because of too little

A lot because of the 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 band aids 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 waver 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 reprimand.

One chance, backed into a corner

Frantic for escape

When this sadness is the captor.

Sadness will have the upper hand.

Don’t Think About Me/Poem Share

Each time when I happen to cross your mind

Think of just what you’ve left behind

Think of all the days that’s gone

And how much time I’ve been alone

Each picture that was once so proudly displayed

Now is hidden or tucked away

There is not a memory around of me now

Just thoughts in your mind that simply just goes round

Each word or mention of me in passing

Ducking from all the questioning

What to say about decisions made

Because in your heart so heavily they’ve laid

Each tear that was shed was it from regret

Or was it self-pity that you wanted to get?

Shame how time changes some men

Kind of scary to think you’ve forgotten about the sin

Each family event that you’ve planned

One less family member to get the upper hand

Time has a way of showing whose true

Again I’m sorry that it couldn’t be you

So each time I am in your head

Remember it was away from you I was led

Don’t think about me

If only in your mind is where I’ll be

Actions was all it would have taken

For me not to have felt forsaken

Don’t just don’t think about me.

I’m in charge of my life can’t you see?

Each thing I’ve not forgotten

Each word I’ve memorized

Each step from you and you’re still surprised!

Don’t think about me.

MwsR ❤

Above All Else/Poem

 

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No one should wake up and say to their self, “You are worthless”

Yet often times there is someone who feels helpless.

Something is broken, not right

Someone tossed and turned all night.

People are fragile when it comes to emotions

They have so much inside it can cause a commotion.

Desperate they search for the easiest way

To hide all their emotions and tuck them away.

Regardless of effort their effort is often not enough

This world can be domineering and rough.

People get beat down, often times their heart starts to bleed

They take scraps instead of what they need

Settle for something instead of what they deserve

Rejected and torn, they use up their reserve

Without much warning they dissolve away

The parts that were created to last and stay

The heart is usually the first

They can’t replace what makes their soul thirst.

This vicious cycle repeats and depletes

One’s basic worth and self needs

Over time we grow accustom to being nothing

Having no heart left for something

It all starts with feeling worthless

Regardless of ones conscious

In spite of all effort given

Don’t stop believing

In yourself

Above all else.

MwsR ❤

 

 

 

Not In Vain/ Poem share

Not in Vain

The day bursts out whether we are ready or not

It is a scene for our life’s living spot.

We walk through it either alone or together

Trudging or trodding through all sorts of weather.

At day’s end we recap the day

Sometimes without or with something left to say.

Eventually falling to sleep

Exhausted from the life we often keep.

For more often than not we want more chances

A chance to give people or things more glances.

To either cherish or complete someone, something.

Trying hard not to live our whole life in vain.

MwsR ❤

Mangled/poem by me, MwsR

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Totally twisted, broken in between

But still not as one would make it seem

I do not pretend to play stupid or dumb

I feel as though, my expressions are all turning numb.

Like a mangled body waiting to be discovered

I wait for someone who will uncover

I cannot be what I used to be

I hardly remember what used to be me

I am mangled and twisted, and hard to figure out

But I assure you I have a will and am not without

Feeling and needs and such

I am normal and that is not too much

Find me when I am mangled

You will find me fragile, as I dangle

It is what it is,

And I guess, that is all there is.

 

Somewhere/ poem share

Poem for …domestic violence awareness month…by MwsR..me
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere someone fights

Experiences painful nights

Somewhere in the inside of homes

People experience hurt fullness and moans

Somewhere there is little comfort

Feelings of terror they exhort

Somewhere someone once was joyful

Now that has turned to sorrowful

Somewhere, in the middle of our busy days

Someone is feeling betrayed

Somewhere,while we are safe

Another person hides their face

If only we could do something for them

We can.

Somewhere, there is hope.

Somewhere, is better than no where.

Help those you can.

Stand up and take a stand.

Don’t forget about any “man”.

Sit With Him/ poem share


​SIT WITH HIM  by MwsR

It is important to understand who hung the stars in our beautiful sky

Who is out there when we all have start to cry.

The one who made us and gave us  our own freewill.

The one who helps us climb up 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 took 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?

Spirit/ poem share

Her spirit didn’t rise but it sure did fall

Now it floats and resides inside these walls.

Never at peace or rest

I guess her spirit wasn’t blest

She never had love, at least not the best

To send her spirit towards it’s final place

Somewhere high into a stars space.

Only remants of attempts gone wrong

She never found her spirit a home.

Often, others swear they hear a soundl

It must be the spirit of hers that is still around.

MwsR 💗