Tag: Poem

Poem

Matter of Time….

When your rainbows carry with them shadows
And those weeping days
Keep creeping towards your way
Choose a different perspective
No need to stand still and be unreflective
Give your heart another beat
Follow better paths with your own two feet
Let those Shadows dance
Let your weeping come and go if given a chance
It is par for our course, in this life
But we don’t have to be wounded by life’s knife.
Different goals, perhaps
Different matters, an occasional relapse
It is okay
It will all pass, one day.
Believe in good things again
It is only a matter of time, my friend.
MwsR❤️

Poem

Will Kill You Early by MwsR

“It will kill you early”, they say

What do they know, they can’t feel my pain

I am in this alone,

I must bury it before it buries me, it’s really grown.

Went from being a secret situation

Now it has taken on a new kind of commotion.

It will take me a while. I believe,

You know, to get real relief.,

To work my way to where I once was whole.

Regardless of what advice I have been told.

I don’t need to concern myself with others

They are not worth all of that, to have to smother

My need to be me, to be my true self

Enough already, enough to be disheveled.

Got to jump back up, dive right in

Find that person I was, before then.

Poem

War With Ourselves, by MwsR


Do you battle anyone who chooses differently than you do?
Is there not anything good that happens to you?
Maybe turn and look real hard at your own self,
Look at the blame you’ve bestowed on everyone else.
Maybe, just maybe, it happened the way it did because of your actions.
Just maybe it was because of your reactions.
The hardest thing can be analyzing
Seeing what’s wrong and start focusing to remove the things that are paralyzing.
Instead of laying blame,
Try to get rid of your own shame.
Nothing can be done until you stop and think
Sometimes things happen in a blink.
Quit talking, gossiping, and stop tearing down
We all have an occasion to wear a frown.
Maybe it’s you, you are the one
Maybe our war is with ourselves, not with someone.

Gypsy, by MwsR

In a land, where gypsies gather,

You can hear screams of laughter, not ones of terror.

All have their humble belongings,

Ordained with the most spectacular displays, each to their own longings.

No one is a stranger, they are just strange together

Settling for whatever

Even when the storms brew overhead

Or whatever kind of weather that may lie ahead

Nothing compels them so much as their sounds of music and rhythm

It would appear that in some way, creates for the, their own prism.

Dutifully they enjoy each other’s talents and ambitions

Each one given their own recognition.

A nice place to stay, a nice place to play,

Only if other communities acted in the same way.

Gypsy land is full of love, full of a jest for life.

You don’t have to be rich or live as someone’s wife.

You just need to contribute, your talent, your spirit

Just don’t fear it!

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Poem

These Are The Best….by MwsR


Touch is beautiful when it is given
The opening of your eyes , when you start believing.
Smells that make your memories soar,
Waiting to go through the exit door,
Catching the sunbeam, as it shines close by,
Knowing you’re the sparkle in someone’s eye.
Trapping all the best of times
In your mind, before they pass you by.
Feeling the lines in someone’s face,
Knowing in your heart, they’ll never be replaced.
Lying close to the best one in your life,
Has been, since the day you became his wife.
Rubbing your feet with another,
Remembering the things you heard from your mother.
These are the best, yet fleeting times of your days,
It all carries meaning , even what you say.

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Summer Thoughts

Sweet Tea
Long, lingering kisses
The red chested robin
Moonlit strolls
Sunny days for reminiscing

Swirled ice cream cones
Soft grass under your bare feet
Lightening bugs all aglow
Skipping rocks on the river
A bright, sandy beach

Daydreams
Pink skies at night
Wild Sunflower fields
Drives with no particular destination
An Eagle in flight

Romance novels
Picnics in the park
Fizzy ginger-ale over ice
Children’s laughter
Swimming after dark

Wild Berries
The whistle of the meadowlark
Tadpoles and butterflies
Wishes on a dandelion
Echo of the lone dog’s bark

Fiery Sunrises
Gentle ocean breezes
Long afternoon naps
Ice cold pop
Soft buzzzzzz of bees

Fourth of July
Ruby tomatoes from the vine
Crisp corn on the cob
Frosted glasses of lemonade
The sultry sunshine

Sundresses
Cool shade of the maple tree
Flip flops and beach towels
Scent of driftwood
Sleeping by the sea

Memories
Of you and me


KC

Mattered- poem by MwsR

Before, I have felt sadness

Because of some one’s silence.

Often,I am tired

Never, have I been fired.

Further more,I get bored

Back in time, I played ball and scored.

Along my life path, I have learnt a few things

In school, I used to sing.

After my life is through

I hope in some good way I’ve mattered to you.

MwsR Writings(poem)

It’s Yours… By MWSR

What would it take to heal the sick and “cure” heartache?
What would you yourself give if a peaceful life you could live?
What chains would you break so your destiny you could make?
What twist would you spin to save the life of a dear friend?
Life is about changing…messing up and rearranging.
You can choose to go down fighting or loose all your enlightening.
The power’s within you.
Go make your path that’s out there underneath the sky of blue.