Tag: Poem

Poem

When I’m done, I’m done, by MwsR

When I’m done, I’m done
There is no happiness, no fun.
Won’t let it make me sad
Just know without you won’t be so bad.
It’s horrible though
If you ignore what inside, you know.
When glad times fade away
When there is nothing left to say.
The same hello and goodbyes mean nothing anymore
The anticipation now has turned to a bore.
You can and should still carry on, go ahead
You deserve to continue, flourish, and be anything but “dead”.
If there ain’t no more room in there or with them,
Pick up yourself and walk away, start again.
Who needs complicated, dilapidated, and aggravated?
Not me, not you , not ever.

Poem

Nothing New This Way Comes, By MwsR

How can one talk about the “new”

When my heart still is fighting loving you.

Where can one put this all behind,

All years that were so unkind

Never starting anything

Because of losing almost everything

To say I learnt from being blue

That is the only thing I think that’s true.

Shattered are all those years, of mine

Sacred, was never those tears that I cried

Humble has always been the way to be

Scarred was the love you seldom gave to me.

New Year, same tears

New beginnings, same fears

A twisted justice is my restraint

Walking all over someone, it ain’t

New to who, I have no ideal

I just know these feelings of mine are real.

Here’s to more, missing you, but not

Hoping you’d come, but wishing you’d stop

Dreaming things would be different and change some way

But knowing in my heart, that’s not how this game is played.

And so it’s cheers to the believers, the hopeful, and the humble

The ones who show you how to be real loving

The ones who walk the path seldom trod

Just to make someone else, better than not.

Happy doesn’t seem the appropriate wish

But,” Long live the strong”, is.

Poem

Can’t by MwsR

Can’t say things aloud.
They’re stuck inside amidst the feelings that crowd.
Wishing that I could have enough courage to share
But regardless of effort. I will not be spared
With the passing time.
It seems easier to hide these words of mine.
Can’t say things aloud.

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When by MwsR (me)

When you feel down and out,
Make your soul jump up and about.
Do something kind for someone or something
It will surely make you sing.
Life is rewarding when we start to shine
Give to less fortunate be meek and kind.
If you can’t spread a rainbow
At least be the pot of gold, you know.
For whoever finds you will find a treasure
And whoever knows you, it will be a pleasure.
The world has a way of putting clouds of gray in a person’s day
Try and be the one who can lessen that in a small way.
When you are feeling down and out,
Take care of others and you will eventually stop your pout.

Poem

Notorious Diabetes. By MwsR

Silently it works in me
Even if I have just one sip of sweet tea.
I don’t know how it will work from day today
Sometimes…most times I wish it to just go away.
When I am sad or mad it quickly reacts
Like a sting from stepping on a thumbtack.
Why does it want me anyway?
I didn’t ask for it when I would pray.
I wanted a less complicated life
One without any physical strife.
Sometimes though regardless of wishing
We go through things that are just not uplifting.
Instead of peace, I get a constant reminder
And a disease that throws up lots of blinders.
A disease that hates me
It is the notorious Diabetes.

Dreaded by MwsR

The start of a day, one that never gets better

Things go on that would make allow your to be tattered

Why must it be another one of those days

The one where you feel trapped and exploited in lots of ways

Used and abused,

Taken for granted and in a possible self constructed noose.

Looking for an excuse but having nothing to give forth

Inside though, you know your own worth

Dreaded days are made like this

It is something you will wish you had missed

Possibilities will come forth as the day progresses on

But often you must find those all on your own.

Dreaded like the apocalypse

Forever looking for this to eclipse

Nothing left to see, nothing left to fear

Facing this day, one that never gets better,despite all the rest of the year.

Poem

It Takes A Believer…..MSR

Swirling around, somewhere it rests

Only to be awaken

Inconsistent messages start their quests

Only the impact remains

Friends that promised forever

In good times and in bad

Calling only whenever

Forgetting as usual

The family that wandered off into the abyss

Just secretly hid is all

It’s not them but their promises you miss

It’s the ones they actually kept

Memories they can anchor or sink us

That’s why there are life preservers

Blood that’s common

An actual connection that’s not

Words are not what we build upon

But actions are

Struggles teach us

Books don’t prepare our hearts

Words followed by fusses

Sink the deepest

Chances to take

If only you’re willing

Come to each daybreak

Ourselves to lead into

The first won’t ensure the beginning

But the end will signal you

At the end or leading

It takes a believer to start

Poem

It’s Where I Sit..MSR

Solitude yet involved
Feel like I have been robbed
Calm yet very much in an uproar
Still, yet my heart still starts to soar
Repetitive tidbits in my mind
But never really peace do I find
Fragments of previous conversations
Leaves me feelings from observations
Time, it is always fleeting
Sores will always keep bleeding.
Maybe you can’t understand
Maybe it is just me that plays in that band.
Head starts to feel like it wants to split
IT’S WHERE I SIT.