Tag: Poem

Poem

Road by MwsR

The road ahead may not be where you imagined you would go,
It may not twist or turn but only lengthen so.
One must try to find a way to make it bearable,
So you can continue if need be and if able.
On any road, there are surprises, things not ever seen before
But you are the one who must search for more.
After all, a road is available for anyone who goes searching
It can be simple or all-consuming.
Travel smart, travel prepared as to not get lost or have to be trapped there.
If you find it keeps going on and on,
Keep hope inside you to get to where you belong.

Poem

Burden Me by MwsR

Working through the part of the past

Not seeking any trouble or for itoall to last

I’ve made demons from thoughts

Walked out when I should of halted

Excused bad behavior for premise of love

Took more than I should of because of blood

Things were construed and misrepresented

Parts of me were damaged along the way

Forgiveness came more easy than my own understanding

Fractured I created a new person

Little did I know about such things

More than not I had to keep dredging it all up

This was to preserve the newness in me

Sadly the old one never did leave

In a dream or sudden thought

All of my world seems to halt

I feel the tearing down and the crumbling weight

What would be the reason for it all?

Is it a great revelation that is to come

Perhaps something new will spring from

One’s life might make no sense

Things might get buried deep down and never leave

Parts gets broken and yet they will live on

Life is more than eloquent words or a song

It is the triumph of keeping on.

Poem

Broken by MwsR (just another poem)


It may be hurt but that’s not broken
Maybe fell but that’s okay
First a fool, then a nothing
But still trying to be something.
Too many chances
Too much clutter to push thru.
If only it was another time
A wide-open space
But it is not.
Retracing too many questions left unanswered
Misunderstandings to float around in the mind
It feels like death, not just being blind.
One word can replace so many more
Just by the tone or words used.
Taking upon your own
All the bitterness and wrong.
Losing not the many battles but the final war
Just because you feel
Because there is so much more
Left to have, to hold, to unfold
But alas it is too hard a task
Broken, that’s what will last.

Poem

Strings by MwsR

There are places, people, and things,
They will bring out great happiness or complicated things.
When you are caught up with any of them, as we sometimes do,
They will greatly impact you.
It is strings that we hold to places, people, or things,
That makes us into who we are and sometimes what makes us sing.
They can also make us weep, confused, or depressed,
That is how you know you once enjoyed things at their best.
Suddenly though for no reason or rhyme,
You find them either gone or not worth your time.
Strings are for holding, but only a particular way,
They are to be admired sometimes but set aside like a display.
Sometimes you need to give slack, every once in a while.
Although if needed they can help you to hold on to a smile.
What are your strings attached to?
I think it is a lot of things, don’t you?
Either hold tightly to your strings or let them gather slack,
Because once they are gone, you might not get them back.

Poem

Mental Trip
By MwsR

In my mind, I’ve been there a hundred times or more.
Each time something different or some aspect for me to explore.
I cannot leave until it seems I’ve tried to see
What it is my mind is trying to show me.
It’s like a long hall that leads to the same places
But the places are what change the most, sometimes new faces.
An endless trip for my melancholy mind,
Remanents of what I have in past thoughts left behind.
Tragic to think I could one day lose the main jest
The meaning behind these thoughts my brain invests.
If it is then lead me another way
Be it mental, in person, or another day.

Poem

Fractures Of The Heart by MwsR

Starting it is too small to see
But deep down it starts to hurt a small part of me,
Though visibly you wouldn’t even know
A certain feeling instead that starts to grow.
It comes from words that crush your soul
Or feelings turned into actions that dig your spirit a hole.
Like a plant that is starved of food,
It starts to wilt and not look so good.
A minute event that can change the outlook
A part that nothing specific it seems it took
But noticeable and unforgiving in spite
It will continue to fracture if not treated right.
The only way to make it better may be
To simply leave it alone, you see.
Time has a way of correcting the bad
Or making us happy despite the feelings that once made us sad.
Like feelings that became fractures of the heart
Learning to let go is a really good place to start,
To repair, live with or treat the best way
Our fractures will either go or they’ll continue to stay.
But to know we have done the best we could
make us feel better like we all should.