Category: Poems

Forever

Beautiful memories still flow through the brain,

Moments in my mind building like the steam from a train.o-POSITIVE-THINKING-facebook

I have a few special moments in time 

When I keep forever inside my mind.

Things come, as they often do 

Feelings so scarce sometimes, 

 

You find it hard almost to hard to believe

Especially when it is your heart on the edge.

Feeling no sense of satisfaction

Wandering around like a little lost dog

Clinging to what is left, often nothing, but still feeling a loss

With forever inside your mind it can still remain

Constantly changing, but still somehow the  very same.

 

It is hard to define what isn’t written in stone

One must interpret for their self and acquire a talent for being bold

Forever can simply be a moment or a lot of years,

There is  no exact time-table for listening ears. 

I believe forever starts in the heart

Ever moving and ever to expand

Waiting for that final moment you know in your heart of hearts,

Forever it’s okay to land.

                                                                           MwsR ❤

 

 

 

Extreme

 

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Everything is necessary
When nothing is not a choice.
Don’t ever stop listening to that “inside voice”.
Possibilities are just chances we have not taken
They keep up rising
Instead of staying broken.
When you have just a little faith
A little hope in your soul
That is when you can just take off and go.
Everything has a season
A season to change and correct
An opportunity, have you taken yours yet?
Trying is hard when you see no end
But let me tell you it will no doubt come, my friend.
It is difficult sometimes, more than we feel we can stand.
Trust in a process
Things don’t change overnight
That is why we search for more than our own might.
We need to examine how life went so wrong
We need to carry in our hearts hope, faith, and love.
These are blessings and give us each, enough.
Extreme is not necessary when you really try
In taking little steps forward,
You can eventually tell bad times, goodbye.
Extreme may simply be
You are believing in something greater
Something greater, than you or me.
Something you cannot see but can feel
The overwhelming desire or passion
That surrounds your heart and soul
The extreme that makes you go.

MwsR

Stranger things have happened

I met you the other day.

We talked about  things so far back in our lives, in a most peculiar way.

I could almost finish your sentences and I thought, ” How weird was that?”

I even showed you a picture of my favorite black cat.

Maybe we met sometime along a broken road,

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Or perhaps we heard the same spirit call to us, leading us to here.

I think someone in my life or childhood , maybe someone dear.

You caught my attention,

Like a kid in front of a television

Studying your demeanor, your spoken way with my eyes.

I took in every word you  had to say.

I returned conversation with sincerity.

Kindred we seemed with one another

I felt a sense of peace with you.

I guess stranger things have happened, don’t you?

Mws R ❤

 

 

Foolish Heart

There you sit,

Un-encumbered by the amount of loving intent that is shown.

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You don’t answer, yet you are so daunting in your presence.

Why does it have to be this way and never that?

Am a just a rat caught in a trap with the only way to escape being release of my soul?

This same thing has happened time after time, and I see no real purpose or rhyme in it.

Maybe I do. Maybe it is to reach you.

Ha, who am I fooling, perhaps I am the only fool.

Rather be wrong about you.

There is no real purpose, no rhyme, I have been hanging in this crazy place

I cannot free myself, nor do I want to really.

I feel torn apart, it is once again, in part,to my foolish heart.

Mws R

 

 

When

Waiting for so long with so much in between the wait, the blinks.

Trembling in anticipation but afraid to make final contact.

Just once she wanted the things she wished for.

That happily ever after she dreamed of.

Trudging through each day barely making sense of it all

Was she living in a dream or was she just that small?

Bartering for every second chance she ever had

Holding tight to what made her glad.

Restless was her soul and mind

She knew one day she would finally matter.

Or would she?

After all it was not her fault she was uprooted

Taken away from her heritage, her blood.

People acted as if she was not much

Just some burden that they really had to watch.

Her aspirations turned into dust when she was torn between an angering hearts rust.

Years went by as they still do

Couldn’t recall but only a few, when she let her soul and mind rest.

For she was constantly weeding out the un-important from the best.

Not that there was an over abundance of that.

Her “when” just got up one day and left her, it would seem

Because they are crumbled somewhere between real and her dreams.

Mws R

 

Beneath Me

Been here before…

There is nothing more

I struggle each time

You enter my troubled mind,

I fall only to see if you would come

It isn’t fun

I hate the circumstance and pretense

I often time feel so dense.

Beneath me it really is

To tie up all my love and time into this

Into something that really isn’t, is it?

I will walk with my head up not down

The only thing I will want is to really be found

Beneath me, or is it, to beg or plea

I just thought maybe you really loved me.

                                                                                                        Mws R

 

 

Thoughts in a poem

Are we ever really sure… 


Sometimes things are too much

Too much for us to handle.


Sometimes we are like a clasp on a sandal

Easy to work but with not much fore thought.


Sometimes we can fail to work

To serve our purpose. 


When clasps don’t work any longer we replace it with another one.

Clasps serve one purpose ,they are to hold things together,

To keep things from separating. 


Sometimes we loose the intended purpose.

Too often we just see this one thing…

When there are many more all around us.


If we were meant to only have one clasp,  or better yet given one clasp to last…

What care we would had  taken of it!

Onward… my poem

Onward


No going back,

Not anymore.

No tracing steps that led to the broken doors.

Heart can’t rebuild from what lies behind

I think I have tortured enough, my mind.

This is just a small fraction, I need to stay blind.

Head up ,no bowing, no more

None of us are perfect, not anymore.

Once we were babies , that is when we could explore.

Not today, not at our age

There is always going to be resentment and rage.

It is like we all are performers and life is the stage.

Whatever lies ahead

Let it be kind, with nothing for us to dread.

Always remember the worst thoughts start  in our own heads.

Trembling like a kid being punished

That is not what or how it should be , that’s rubbish.

We should be empowered not told to hush.

Again, no one is perfect, no one is above

We all survive,  with heartaches and love

We all strive to make it, to the great above.

I say , “Onward”

Let’s move forward.