Category: Poems

For Instance/ Poem by MwsR

Sad is when all hope fades

Random are the things I sometimes say

Hopeful yet so much to doubt

I know these feelings I have get tossed about.

Without ability to turn the page

So many feelings, so much rage

Often desperate but feeling secure

I understand , some, yetI am still not sure.

If onlys will take away your todays

Your right nows,often sneak far away.

Possibly the battle of a lifetime

I feel my heart will break often times

But if it could actually break

I could no more,take

So since I have endeavored and am still here

I think my life will finally feel the love that’s near.

Ghost/Poem

 

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You have always been a ghost

The one I miss the most

I often think I can visualize you

But that is too unreal to be true

The emptiness that follows, your ghost

Haunts only me though, the most

I wander around always looking and hoping to see

Parts of you that still live on in me

It must be hard to be trapped into the ghost that I created

Because you never saw me grow up or knew me because you were belated

You stay trapped somewhere between my mind and in my heart

I stay a prisoner because of my start

To wander around and never be free

That is the ghost that definitely haunts me.

You cannot rest, and I cannot hide

From all these emotions buried inside

One day, maybe you will be released

If I can finally sort through all this and find me some peace.

 

Suppress/Poem by me, MwsR

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How my words want to burst from my lips,

Like a bullet that is sent from a firing pistol.

I cannot contain this emergency inside of me

I struggle to find the way to calm down this ravenous  beast

Yet I lose power with every effort it takes to summon the thing

So much inside that it does not care

What the ultimate price is for not being able to restrain

It is like a constant  erosion, that saturates all in its path

Oh! why must I have to squelch the stuff inside?

I am a prisoner to it

I cannot let myself be totally me for it having the power, you see.

I wish it to be silent and put to slumber,

But it will not rest

It does no good anyway

I guess wishing to leave would only suppress me

But still, I think that is what is needed

That is what must somehow be.

Oh dear, here I am, again, only me.

Skeleton/Poem Share

 

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She paid for their selfish ways

Made garments to wear from all their disarray

She never asked for any thing from back then

Maybe just an answer, or maybe just kin

She carried their troubles and ways on her shoulder

Unknowing that she also dragged behind her, a boulder

Helpless she was against all their formal displays

Unwillingly having to participate along the way.

Her crime was that she loved too willingly

Hoped beyond the greatest hostility

She wanted roses instead she became their thorn

Her heart was betrayed, tattered, and torn.

No one could handle her problems nor did they care

This was her life and her shame that she had to bear.

Because of their hearts, her life was a mocking reminder

Of all those skeletons that would come out from behind her.

MwsR ❤

Behind Those Glances/ poem share

 

Behind those glances

And second chances

A person’s heart can feel your thoughts.

Beyond the exterior criticism,

There is still a delicate prism,

To their soul.

Between the right and wrong they’ve done

There is a hurt loved one.

Below their guilt and shame,

Lies pieces of a shattered frame.

A piece that fell this way and that

Some people won’t take time to find where they’re at.

Beside their conscience they keep in touch with day-to-day,

Is their own deep prison they create that keeps them this way.

Because that one person took a second glance,

And gave them a second chance,

They will rise back up

Their heart will start to pump.

By the way you treat them now,

Will dictate their how.

Believe in them once more

Time to be a forgiver of the mistakes they once bore.

Life is an ever-changing thing

Try not to make it sting.

MwsR ❤

Configure/Poem Share

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In our minds, we can configure almost anything

Anything, we have a personal stake in or an interest or experience.

If only our minds could transform into everyday real life existence.

I used to think,” We were what we thought…”

But here in my latter years of  life, I realize more than not,

We are more a part of what we were taught.

It gets difficult in life, let alone the many precursors and stagnates

The test is the thing we most cannot pass

If we had of already learnt it, we would have put it in our past.

I think that people should come with instructions,

Maybe caution signs at best, or a sign that says…

Because the things we don’t see first, are the one’s that take our rest.

They take our peace of mind,

That is when our mind starts to configure things

Not peaceful, joyous, illusions of happiness

But dreadful, awful, foreboding ones, in a big ol mess.

Why is that?

Why do we do that to ourselves?

I wish we had things in boxes, with which to sort through them all,

Then we could take time with each thing we had thought and think some more

And that probably is a thing my own mind has configured, in and by itself,  just like before.

MwsR ❤

 

 

Into The Woods/ poem share

 

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It is hard to view the world in “rose-colored glasses”

So many people posers are out in it showing their@$$&$.

I try to be nice

But posing ain’t for me.

I would rather be real, or

Be compassionate for no apparent reason or agenda.

I try to acknowledge within myself the fatality of the sweet words

With which they speak to me.

See you cannot believe them

Those words fade fast.

The sincerity smells of a rotten disposition.

I would rather be the gum they once liked yet swallowed whole,

Than to be the gum they walk upon in disregard or

Lack of interest

You can catch a fly only after he lands

I am like the fly, yet I will never rest.

Often I will watch without being seen

Hear without being talked to.

That is just my nature.

I will get lost in the woods

All the while enjoying being lost.

When someone actually notices me missing

I will not be at peace.

But until my soul rests, I will certainly make forth a great effort indeed.

MwsR ❤

Poem Share

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Great Love

Great love is hard to define

You have your own version and I have mine

If ever one could make a dream of theirs come true

They would probably have the greatest love included, wouldn’t you?

Love that is great has to be lasting,

Able to withstand all  circumstances and living

It would be more powerful than any other” heart note”

I would be so much more than any human has ever wrote.

Without this great love, I think all hope would be daunting

I could see people getting exhausted and left longing

Feelings would not be any more powerful than what one could physically see

If there is any hope, there has to a love like that for me.

MwsR ❤