Category: Poems

I/ Poem

I am simple, yet complicated

Strong yet weak

Wise but gullible

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Torn yet durable

I wrestle with my demons

I walk with them too

I am who I am and want some approvals too.

Fight against injustices

Yet rise despite my circumstances

Able to carry on,

Guess my heart is strong.

I hate to see mistreatment

Although sometimes I mistreat someone.

I follow none,

Yet, want to be followed.

I don’t always have an alternate motive

But sometimes my motives are apparent.

If I love, I really love

If I trust it is hard to give

Just like others, I can really feel down.

I often dream of better days

And yes, I pray.

I am no better than anyone else

Yet I feel I deserve good.

I am just a poet inside

A wandering soul that sometimes can be blind.

If you meet me you will laugh

That is one of my things, to be silly.

Serious, not so much

Although hard is sometimes the way to be.

I am just me, and all that encompasses that.

MwsR ❤

It/Poem

There is something lurking for me

It takes a hold of my hopes and dreams

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I cannot escape its powerful grasp

It wants me to cry and give up at last.

I will summon my strength and get back control

I do not like it here

What lies in the dark needs to stay hidden

Past debts that have been paid, they need to be forgiven.

MwsR ❤

So You Say

I am not a trained dog

I do not follow your every command

Look at you standing there spewing out demands,

I do what I need to

Not necessarily what I want

That is the difference you see.

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You so do what you want

And try to dictate the rest to me.

Please do me a favor and fix that

I will respond better if you can.

MwsR ❤

 

Shadow People/Poem by MwsR

 

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In a world where things seldom are as they seem,

There is a place where things are.

You can find a place where things enlighten you

Just like the one where shadow people become true.

Comical they imitate you and follow your every move.

They will dance when you dance, move when you move, and most certainly stay near you.

They see the land of dark and are not afraid to come out.

Always stealing a move when you are up and about.

They take each opportunity they can to get your attention

They see so much, it is hard to make mention.

Shadow people are among the few that like you just for who you are.

They ask no questions, tell you no lies, and like to be near.

What more could a person ask for?

They take on the forms of whatever is around.

Be careful what you show them though,

They will show it back to you

Even the excess weight  you might have and your silhouette too.

Shadow people are great for telling your secrets to

They won’t tell those to another or fuss at you.

I like this world of dark where my shadow people stay

Just don’t think I’m crazy for what I had to say.

 

 

 

Moody

 

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In an instant my mood can shift.

I divert my thoughts to that of running for a cliff.

Cannot stand pressure

No how , no way

Better when there is some, that I run away.

I wish there was a knob, that could allow me to change

But there wouldn’t be enough channels for all that is packed in my brain.

How did it get so adversary?

I want to be content like a singing canary.

If they were handing out rewards for moods

I believe I would win one or two.

Oh well, I cannot help it

Maybe I can blog before I pitch a fit.

MwsR ❤

Underneath/poem by MwsR

 

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Underneath a soul well-traveled lies lots of things that lead to the present day

Things that where neither meaningless or special in present forms

A reminder of things past and a recollection of things done before

Ever spinning around the soul like a top when twirled onto the floor.

Un-rehearsed actions that tell a story of a life that is lived and still remains

Pictures promote the happily ever after but behind those photos are stains

Stains of all the things that have rubbed of onto this soul.

Things that were broken and once again was made whole

Faults all on their own, nothing really to blame

The soul is a like a piano in that it plays sometimes, mindless tunes

No real rhyme or reason

Playing as if there is an audience of believers of the same things

Never learning the real truth,

The one that lies underneath a life full of living

And a heart filled to the brim with  lots of believing.

 

Beauty

The beauty of it all

Seeing things  with child like eyes.

Daisies stand in their simple yet elegant ways.

Birds sing from branches to fence posts

Of the nature of things.

Whispering wind carries fragrances with ease

On past the top of the highest trees

Calmness in this busy array

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Sports the wonders in a splendid display

Often I feel something sacred in it all

I wish to see it from beginning to end

Tomorrow I will look and listen for it all again.

Something about nature that cannot be contained

Yet many things are relatively the same.

By surprise something will catch the human eye

By circumstance you will see nature “dance”.

This wondrous place is for all who look

I’ve seen it myself, so captivating and mighty.

Oh what a place where fantasy becomes the real world.

A place with order and meaningful things.

Beauty is around, look and you will find it.

MwsR ❤

 

 

 

 

Little girl

So many times there are things that go unspoken, So many people in our world are hurting. So much to say and too little help comes their way.

MwsR

Little girl why are you so sad?

What in the world has happened to make you so weary?

I see the tears  hidden behind your freckles and bangs

I feel alongside with you

It is horrific what we humans do.

We take the innocent and make them accountable

Not for their sins but our own

We pound them down just to watch them under our very feet.

If one of us can control what isn’t ours to control

Then we become more and more bold.

I see you hide when he comes around

And it isn’t because he is a dressed up clown.

I know you feel so let down

I know no one was ever around to help you

It is not your fault

If being innocent and pretty makes you a target

That is a shame

He was the adult, he should have refrained.

I hear your prayers at night

I know you are searching for that one bright light.

You never get much sleep at night, wondering if he will come.

When daybreak sees you into another morning

I feel your excitement soon turn into mourning.

Mourning because you will have to defend, yet again

Those actions of his are his alone

Not your fault that you have to be home.

You are just a kid

A kid who deserves to be loved

Not ignored until you serve a purpose,

For that one you thought would love.

Your cries out in the woods

I hear them and know inside you, you are good.

Remember this thing won’t last your life long

If you can make it through this season or two

I have something better in place for you.

Don’t even think about ending your life

You have so much purpose, so much to give.

Your ending is still unwritten

You have the ultimate choice

And know my dear, I gave you a voice!

                                                                            MwsR ❤

If you know someone who is being abused, mentally, physically, or otherwise, please stand up for them. Take it upon yourself to help them. I was a little girl who did not have anyone. I should have had someone but they failed to come to terms with what was happening to me. It is never okay to hurt another person. If you, yourself, have or is being abused, speak to someone , anyone! Don’t let it continue, don’t stay silent.

http://www.childhelp.org/hotline
1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453)

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