Tag: Poem

Alright by MwsR

Life is like a thief to our souls

It pretends to offer us a million chances, a million dreams

But it is never really that way, or so it seems.

Life is so complicated,

Not by choice but rather by right

Some have a whole year, some have only a night.

Who is to say who deserves this or deserves that,

Why must it be this array?

Has everyone not came into the world, the same way?

Life steals all that it can

It pretends to matter, it pretends it doesn’t demand.

Secretly it plots and delivers each blow

I bet you all have experienced this,

I bet you all know.

Life shows us beauty, that lasts for a little while

It displays smiles on the faces of babies

But after that we only have mere traces,

Of the thing that once brought us that smile.

Our minds are the worst pawns in this game

They often forget,

But always seem to remember a regret

A shame, a forbearance, a pain.

That is why we all are the pawns in this crooked game.

Sure we have good followed by fair,

Sometimes we have wishes, but only if we dare.

We may all succeed in what seems a personal challenge or contest

But are we ever truly able to rest?

Will our legacies be enough?

How about all of our stuff?

Maybe just ourselves, will be enough.

Will having the upper hand,

Make us a very content and happy man?

In our courage or fame,

Will we be offered more of the same.

Is all that we are, under our birth name,

Or is it how we survived all our pain.

How we dealt with it,

How we rose despite it

What we learnt from it.

I am not sure

Sometimes even writing is a chore.

Perhaps there are other things for which to write,

Alright!

Poem

It by MwsR (AGAIN, just a poem…)

Stillness makes you vulnerable
Quietness makes you scream
Inside things are changing, it’s a complicated thing.

Listening does not make you smarter
Just makes you a listener of things
It’s what you do for others, and what is doing it, it brings.

Foremost in your mind,
It will be for a while
Not letting you go, that’s not it’s style.

Torment is what you place on your own self
And there is so much of it to go around
It will hold you up and then knock you onto the ground.

There will be those that beg it to go away
Those that know nothing else but it
And those that will try to rise out from the bottomless pit.

Success depends on your thoughts
What you say to yourself when it is going on
What you believe of yourself when you’re all alone.

No one can make you happy and free, but you.
No one can give you the right advice
The words, the actions, and it is true.

Poem by MwsR

Broken by MwsR (just another poem)

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 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.

Clover ☘️

Oh Happy Birthday to the most beautiful weed”flower” in our family’s garden…. Clover Belle 🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀 I love you beyond measure……

Poem for Clover by MwsR

Like dew in the morning sun,
You give refreshment to me hun,
Life with you is beautiful and fun.

Always special, just like your name
You are the sweetest and funniest, loveliest dame.
I am so glad that us came.

To say “I love you” is simple.
I love your one little half dimple.
Love your kisses on my temple.

You make my heart swell….
I love you my CLOVER BELLE.

Poem Story

Story…. MwsR
A young freckled-faced girl who was growing older every day and wanted to believe that people never went away.
She believed in dreams and wishes; she held on to hopes and kisses.
Till one day it all changed. Her life was re-arranged.
She found out that life can be unkind that people will hurt others because they can’t love themselves, or they’re blind.
So she changed who she chose to be..started to set her guilt-free.
She taught herself that life’s about forgiving. If it ain’t it’s too hard for a living.
Others could not hurt her to her core…anymore.
She loved and stuck to those she adored.
Her life became hers again. She didn’t hold on to a bargain of her heart.
Her love was the key that set her free.
Now and forever she’ll be happy.

Poem

Extra Effort, Sudden Chance by MwsR

The times I thought that would pass this way again
Where you could do and say what you wanted to
Never came for me and you.
Thinking that we could make up for things left unfinished
For things that were questioned but never answered
It all sounds so absurd….now.
What part of life do we actually ever control?
Is it written down somewhere I’d like to know where
But if you ask me it is nowhere, I swear?
Sudden comes disappointment and regret
Hardly ever do we actually live life to it’s all
Taking notice only if we begin to fall.
If only we could see ahead and know our time was short
I think we would make the most of it
So we wouldn’t have limits.
What is there, right before our eyes
Sometimes makes us too cozy to take the opportunity
I don’t wish that on you or me.
Spend that extra minute making things right,
Saying those words that you want to say
And stop leaving undone what you want to stay.
A man is no keeper of the next moment,
No owner of life and circumstance
Take the extra effort, take the sudden change.

Poem

If They Knew, by MwsR

If people could feel what it is that makes a person’s heart want to Crawl outside their body, then they would know.

When the hurt is so bad, you feel your heart start to slow.

Love can do that for many reasons.

It does not differentiate between “human” seasons.

It doesn’t start or end there,

It will creep out from behind and sense where you are, anywhere.

It is hard to let others know what you feel when there are no words

No reason or rhyme, when you feel absurd.

It is an inner thing,

When in the balance of life or the death thing.

If people only knew what I would do for one last conversation with you,

For one more hello or goodbye, one more word or two.

It’s easy to be distracted, not taking into account those you’ve impacted.

For if you knew you could make changes that need to be made

Go outside and sing in the rain,

Walk with your loved one hand in hand,

Not let anything remove you from where you stand.

It is easy to pass condemnation,

That is what is wrong today with our whole nation.

One cannot know all there is to know,

Just by living, without anything to show.

I have had chances, maybe blew a couple or a few,

But there is one thing that would have made a difference,

Usually, it is, “If they only knew…”

Poem

Interlocked…..by MSR

It’s never simple
It’s never familiar
When it’s your heart
To open up
To open wide
When hurt abides inside
That question unanswered
That problem not solved
Heartache to heartbreak it seems
Delivered potential damage
Delivered shattered dreams
Holding onto future things
Forever there
Forever aware
Resisting, falling for it all again
Clinging fully
Clinging helpless
Surrender once more
After all its part of life
After all it replays over and over
Move on, must go on
Trading some comfort
Trading some thoughts
Interlocked in life it is