Category: Poems

Forgiveness

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I write a lot of stuff that may seem to be in a hostile way.

See everything is not all bright and gay.

There is power though in things we can choose

Like loving another despite the fact they do no good.

Or teaching someone something to try to make their day better

Perhaps just letting someone pass in line, if you have the time.

All these things go farther than you and me

They take on a purpose and they start acting like a stream

That stream will flow through to another, then another one

I know I have done it, and I am not done.

Forgiveness is necessary as well,

Probably one of the most important to tell.

If you can’t get past all the animosity and pain

How do you expect to float to a higher plain?

It is true what they say about “coming back to you”

I have seen it for real, it is true.

So let’s learn to forgive, even when they sure as heck do not deserve it.

Let us remember they are still human, you can see that.

We can change their life as well as ours

If we forgive them, we release that burden, the one that towers

We can finally let things go

We can make new what we had destroyed by holding on without forgiving

This life is for those that give while they’re living.

Forgiveness…

Teaching…

Giving…

 

We have to teach our generations to forgive and give, or else we are destroying ourselves from the inside out.

MwsR

Imagine/poem

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Looking in the mirror before the morning rush

Questioning another’s lust.

Too small to strike any fear in someone

Yet strong enough to evade that someone.

Feeling all your curves and wondering why

You were made a gal and not a guy.

Why is being a gal so hard?

Who says that we need the onlookers eyes

Why must we pay for other’s transgressions

A secret is what we are amongst their lies.

Brushing through your hair

Trying to make yourself less when compared

But never really reaching that goal

It probably wouldn’t matter unless you were real bold.

Wondering what is it you did

Was it in fact your looks

Or was it something more psychological like you read in books.

As you stare at those eyes looking back

You are so lost in the questions that you may lose track

No real answers today, like all the ones before

You just leave your shattered mirror laying on the floor

Who cares anyway it never was inspiring or true

Imagine if you can , if she happened to be you.

MwsR

 

 

Able to Float

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Wiggling to stay a float

Weightless like a boat

Drifting without much direction

Still able to float.

Strength that is hidden yet felt

Purpose in every movement

Thinking is really not needed

Still, able to float.

Cool to the touch

No sense is left out

Much to see, more to go

Still able to float.

Other lifeforms are watching me

They approach me not

Leaving me space and opportunity

Still…able to float, am I.

MwsR❤

Heart/Poem

What if my heart refused to feel,

It would start to dry up and get little cracks in it

Till one day it would start breaking apart.

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What about stopping it from feeling

Is it possible, I think in some ways

But eventually it would start to fray

It would never be the same as it was

Never really functioning right after that

It would not let things out or in with ease

It would merely exist,

I don’t want a heart like this!

MwsR ❤

 

Pain/poem

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There it is again, I recognize it by it’s ridiculous spurts

I feel it’s presence once again.

Choked back tears try to make their escape

I really don’t know how much more I can take.

Always giving me false expectations

Lofty glances from people, I see

Wondering if I am for real or making it sound worse than it seems.

They don’t know, they are not higher or more superior than me.

I think if I were left without any,

I would feel un-alive somehow.

I have had so much of it, it almost fits, like a well fitted shoe.

Always flares up though, when there is something for me to do.

Completely mine and mine alone

I must figure how to live with it or let it consume me

Taking medicine for it but I try to refrain from doing that

I feel so down at times.

Physical pain comes and goes,

It is there one moment then disappears

I wake with hopes for a painless day

But I suddenly see that is not going to be that way.

Pain, mental ,will steal you of your joy, your laughter, your moments of “feels”

Physical pain will render you useless against its power.

What solves one type of pain , the other it will not.

Pain, the whole world has it but each is individual and in its form.

 

Lingering Breeze/ Poem by MwsR

There is a lingering breeze

It carries your scent to me

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I often breathe it in

So I can feel close to you again.

It flows with such a purpose

My heart needs it

My senses grab on

It settles in my heart

There is where you will remain

This lingering breeze

Carries your essence to me

It helps take me back to times gone by

It transforms the tears I cry

I love this yet it is such a burden

Always having this lingering

This reminder

This essence

These tears

This love as well as a burden.

MwsR ❤

Dreamland/ Poem by MwsR

 

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You once took my hand, 

 

You said you would take me away to that happy place.

Promising me that what was going on was a total nightmare and not real

But I was the only who could see and feel it.

You whispered right to my soul

Told me that bad people are only in the movies

But I found no comfort in those words

Instead I lived without comfort for many years.

You said there would be rainbows after the rain

Sent me wishing along a path of make belief,

Showed me nothing and still wanted me to follow you

To believe you, and I willingly was naïve.

Turns out that behind every dream I ever dreamt of happiness,

One of sorrow interrupted me.

I found nothing to help

No one in my world to grab a hold and not let go of me

All I had when it was said and done was a need to flee.

I stopped dreaming for it left me falsely in a daze of happiness

Instead I stopped listening to you and faced the awful dread.

Don’t bother me anymore!

I can’t live in that Dreamland.

MwsR ❤