Tag: Poem

Poem

1 small victory makes a person optimistic.
What are we if we have no hope?

If You Knew….byMwR

If only you could see
All I know you can be.
You would love you like me.

If wishes made dreams come true
It would be happy I wish, not gloom.
This would be for you.

If you need to see courage look to the sun,
It shines all day long without someone.
It shines instead of trying to run.

If this made sense, this poem of mine
Then you know you have the power to shine.
Please shine, please and you’ll be fine.

Poem

I Wonder By MwsR

Will there come a time
In this life of mine
That I will be free.

There is so much bottled inside
So many things I did not say back then,
In the days where fear let sickness win.

I wonder if the people from long ago
Know how much they really did
know how much they hurt me so?

See a person should never feel shameful
For what others think of them,
They should not be accountable, it isn’t their sin.

There is a place where my heart and mind revisit
It is not a kind place, but rather avoid, a heart fall.
It flows ever so often, though because of it, I will not crawl.

Despite the things I had to endure,
Had to deal with and so forth, nor did I choose
It has no rope around my dreams it can never have those.

I wonder why we are subjected to a cruel man’s hand
Is it to rise and be better than the ordinary man?
I will always wonder, and yet always stand.

*For those out there struggling with something someone you love or trust has done to you,
It does not have to crush your dreams or make your heart fall…
It does not have to do anything. It is your call.

Poem by MwsR

Spring by MwsR

Many things come to mind when I think of spring.
One of them is that the flowers start to bloom and new things begin.
I love the newness of life, be it flowers, or babies, or animals.
The tiniest of things can make the biggest room in your heart if only you look.
Sometimes we ourselves need a new beginning, a new life season.
It is so easy to get bogged down by bills, relationships, and trials we face.
I think that everyone has a piece inside them that is just laying there waiting to be re-born.
I think that we all would like to have a second chance, a second glance, and more importantly a time when our spirits are renewed, possibly a time when our faith is restored and our minds can settle.
I love nature, and the treasures it has.
I encourage you to stop and literally smell the roses, find your safe place or your tranquil spirit.
It is there…really it is.
No one can do it for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No One, by MwsR

I feel it crush me from the inside

It gives no room for comfort or relief

Constantly grinding and replaying the same way

I feel as if my chest will crumble under the weight of it all.

Looking around for one person strong enough to help

Yet never finding one

Swirling around, they are, from the winds in their own lives

Not able to grasp their own remedy, let alone mine

In one moment, things change

It can go from comfort to distress in the same minute

Sometimes, it comes as if it were a thief

Sometimes, it comes in as cold as ice

This is the life of a person torn into different frays of their life

This is how it will come, how it presents itself

No one is safe from this.

No one, not no one.

Poem by MwsR

Not right, not fair

Have I not always been there?

How come, why is that

You should not treat someone like an old hat.

Whose fault is it

Are you not to blame?

Why must you have to curse my name?

Did you forget it was me

Who loved you unconditionally.

What’s that you whisper

I can not make my feelings any clearer.

Of course, it is mute

I am the cracked flute

Still here but cracked by all your lies

All the deception,

I need a resolution.

Sooner, rather than later

Make me know that I matter

Tell me how important I am

Hurry, the door will slam!

Hurts And All That, by MwsR

A seemingly nice morning,

Moving through mundane chores and so forth

You enter my mind

It is as if it all comes to a screeching holt.

I understand very little of what it is that perplexes my soul so.

Hurts and all that stuff that makes your day change.

Enjoying my favorite radio station,

Jamming with the artists and the tunes,

Feeling great and reminiscing about younger days

When those tunes were the first time played.

Then, it all changes

Because it takes me back to a torment of time

Hurts and all stuff like that.

Why must the best of days be chased away with the worries of tomorrow,

Have I not re-arranged my feeling so much, already?

I have gave up some of the best times

For the haunting presence of the worst of my life

For all those hurts and all that stuff that makes us or breaks us.

Poem by MwsR

As Real as It Seems
By MwsR

The day was unlike any other
It was new and uncomplicated
So far it seemed

The silence was so deadly though
It brought thoughts of panic or disarray
Not much to my liking in any way.

I am naïve and young and foolish at heart
It serves me well when on a new path, that I embark.
Never really stopping just to look around
And see if my inner yearning should be bound.

I’m typical in almost every way, as others
Both complicated and sweet, never would bother another.
But sometimes I wonder to myself
“Why is it the world wants us to be put up on a shelf?”
Sorted and managed and never our real selves.

Why can there not be beauty in complex things?
Beauty that roars, instead of just rings.
I want to have that, I often said of myself.
But I wasn’t a wizard, warlock, or elf.

What do you do when your passion, your drive
Takes a most unexpected, navigational dive?
What can make your load easier,
Does it not start with being a believer?

Can we ultimately change our own destiny?
Why is it we leave it to fate and to just anybody?
It is ours, all by ourselves…
Not any ones to claim or pre-sort on that shelf.

In time, I would take my own things and make them better
I would determine the now, the why, and the who mattered.
It would be unglamorous or highlighted, but still special
That is when I would make it mine, for real.

No, this day is not typical but I’ll have others
It is real and complicated
And always as real as it seemed.

Famous Poem

In valleys green and still

by A. E. Housman

An illustration for the story In valleys green and still by the author A. E. Housman
Forest Wander, West Virginia
    In valleys green and still
    Where lovers wander maying
    They hear from over hill
    A music playing.

    Behind the drum and fife,
    Past hawthornwood and hollow,
    Through earth and out of life
    The soldiers follow.

    The soldier's is the trade:
    In any wind or weather
    He steals the heart of maid
    And man together.

    The lover and his lass
    Beneath the hawthorn lying
    Have heard the soldiers pass,
    And both are sighing.

    And down the distance they
    With dying note and swelling
    Walk the resounding way
    To the still dwelling.