Category: Poems

Weighing On Your Heart

Stumbling for the most accurate words to describe the feelings

Sometimes, even having a hard time believing

Words fail so many times, to describe what lays upon one’s heart

Guess some days are better than the rest, at least if you start.

Sometimes we don’t give our own selves enough credit

We think somehow we are less than adequate, we think we must ourselves, edit.

If we all kept the things weighing on our hearts hidden and stored inside

Our hearts would break from the weight of what weighs on them, it’d be intensified.

We weren’t made to withstand all the junk thrown our way,

Sometimes we must rest, so that we can again play.

Being but a speck in this world and the trials are fewer than that of the world

But inside one’s self , you  start to feel the intensity, that weighs down from things, being hurled.

If you or I fail to express all our mess, in either a way or a word,

Then the cycle continues and collects all the remnants of the past, it remains unsaid

It will be like a natural disaster waiting till it is displayed

That is how suppressed feelings and things become a weighing stress.

Let go of that force that is running your life,

I will try to apply that suggestion to mine.

The things that prey on our hearts will steal our inner joy.

You can’t play around with a heart, it isn’t a toy.

MwsR ❤

Now/ Poem by MwsR

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Being that I was

Never again am I

Desperately confused

But never had a blind eye

Learning things the hard way

Leaving sadness to die

Started to live now

Don’t have to lie

Waiting and watching

Grabbing at it all

Taking in the Love

Able to withstand a fall

Future seems peaceful and bliss

Even though a lot of life was missed

Coming to believe life is precious

Now.

MwsR ❤

Demeanor/poem by MwsR

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Can’t you see the push and shove you are doing?

I try to stay near you but your demeanor is to evade me.

I once thought life would not had been so cruel or mean.

But people say things and do things they later regret that they did.

I know you don’t see it now, you are young and of course wiser than me.

You laugh at my rules, hence, you laugh at me.

You mock my issues, taunt my  ever-loving nerves,

I know you are not cold-hearted, but sometimes I am confused

I give my protection, my money and time

You take it and then you claim it ain’t mine.

Where can a person find what is wrong and make it right?

Even if they do not have a “dog” in this fight.

Struggles, I own them

Difficulties, yes we have some

But so much hostility has me tied up in knots

Before I say I don’t give a crap,

Maybe you can change your push or your shove,

Please let our paths together be one of love.

My stomach stays in knots from each cruel gesture and word

I think personally sometimes this all is absurd.

Just a case of who listens to who, perhaps a misjudgment or two.

Things don’t have to be this way, you know.

I have tried to show you , I love you so.

We can agree to disagree and let bygones be gone.

Or am I presumptuous and blindly wrong?

MwsR ❤

 

 

Day Things and Night Dreams

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At night’s rest comes a sense of relief

You say to yourself that you made it through another day.

You’d let the chores take a back seat

You lay upon a pillow and prepare to sleep.

But what if you cannot

What if the things that you’ve suppressed thinking about all day come back to haunt you?

I’d dare wager that you would wish the day never to end.

That you want to re-live it over and over again.

That your chores would bring you much relief

That the pillow you lay on at night would capture your tears.

MwsR ❤

 

Tiny Bubble/Poem by MwsR

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Oh!to live in a tiny bubble

One void of conflicts and defeat

There would be no misery there

Only standing on one’s feet.

 

Happiness would be the choice,

On how to be, most of the day

Not many would wish anything else

There would be no reaper to pay.

 

Time would be endless

Things would live in harmony

In this tiny bubble

You would have no enemy.

 

That is just a falsified dream

Nothing can be that great

It is in real life we really live

Not clinging to the one that’s fake.

 

Tiny bubbles are great and all

But that is not realistic and real

Instead one must create those ideals

One must react and feel.

 

MwsR ❤

Same Place/ Poem share

 

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It has been 21 years since we shared a conversation

And in that time we have not sat at the same table

Or ate our food together

We have visited the same stores, perhaps the same events

Just like ghosts we pass by each other

We haunt the same places

We haunt the same minds.

Our togetherness was suddenly evacuated

Desperately we both had to leave our former lot

You left years ago when you refused to listen

And I left when I no longer could stay.

What we once shared, we no longer do

I can’t help it though, I still think of you.

I wonder why it went the way it did

Why you bailed on me and left me to struggle.

Was I too much trouble?

I wonder if there are days you have

Where you wonder and think of , what we could have had

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Wait, that was in a movie song

No realism in that

I have come to realize that.

But my mind is still puzzled and I guess always will be.

We live in the same darn city!

We are but minutes from each other

But a lifetime of sins, separates us.

If I could would I wish it away?’

I am not certain I would.

Without you I am strong,

On my own I have been for so long.

I had to adapt

Had to put childish dreams away.

Had to see things for what they really are , you might say.

I once was lost but now I see

There never really was unconditional love for me

It is just something to acknowledge so I can keep on my way

I do however let my mind remember

I remember the not so bad times we had together

I stay focused on reality, but keep a hand on my heart

It needs some support now, since we had our depart.

Same city, same phone numbers

Wow, it is as plain as the nose on a person’s face.

Love can still exist where a heart breaks.

I know, mine does.

MwsR ❤

 

 

 

Disapproval/ Poem Share

 

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Disapproval is so capturing

It is like a cage where you wish to be freed

Nothing more demeaning

At least not to me

I see it steal the innocence of children

Robbing the older folks of much joy

It illuminates the sidewalks when a stranger passes by

The scars are almost unrecognizable

They take on a life of their own

Disapproval is a beast to all

Devouring what there is left of one’s dignity.

The only way to escape its grasp?

No one knows.

I surely don’t because it grows as I grow.

It has walked around me all my life.

Taking on the faces of people I thought loved me.

People who accepted me for who I am

It has long become a part of my view of myself

It is like skin on my bones

Forever a cover to what lies beneath.

Visible to onlookers of the outer self

But not inside where one’s soul is shelved.

Disapproval can defeat a person’s outlook on things

It shuts them down before they even engage.

It is powerful , more than a two-edged sword

If it was to disappear, oh what a better place we would have here.

MwsR ❤

 

 

What Makes You Smile/Poem

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Songs from birds in the tree top

Music genres like rock and pop

Soft covers and pillows that are squeezable

Waitress’s that make your dinning pleasurable.

 

Knowing that someone wants to see you

Feeling baby skin, it is so new

Eating out at your favorite place

Seeing happiness on another’s face.

 

Finding an outfit that fits like a dream

Watching a movie on the big movie screen.

Meeting a stranger who says “Hello”

Knowing there is good in people you know.

 

Writing what you feel

Taking a drive through the hills.

Watching a wedding

Colder temperatures and snow sledding.

 

Magical people who touch your life

Being someone’s other, being someone’s wife.

Hearing laughter from your kids and their kids

Knowing there is nothing that you will miss.

 

What makes you smile is all about you

Things can be real special, it’s true.

How about trying to think on it a while

Then write yours down, and make yourself smile.

MwsR ❤