Tag: Poem

Poem by MwsR

Smile,
By MwsR

She smiled, to keep up the pretense
Though she herself felt sad and intense.
She walked, not into a new day
Yet she ran into chaos from every which way.
Her heart had let her down,
Still, her mind would not let her drown.
She cried, but not for letting others down
They were not the reasons she carried a frown.
She wished that she could just run away
Yet nothing made her demons stay at bay.
The dreams and wishes she once had
Now, they only make her sad.
She smiled to keep up the pretense
But what she needed was immense.

Road~ Podcast poem by MwsR

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Poem Podcast by MwsR

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Stops For A While, by MwsR

When a heart weeps, it seems to stop for a minute or two
Sometimes, it feels forever when it is about you
I often wonder why or how
But that’s not answered now.
You can only give until time or fate has changed
Sometimes, it never comes, often things get rearranged.
Sad is my heart, weeping inside
Sometimes, it stops for a minute or two
Often, it’s when I think of you.

Poem By MwsR

Are We Ever Really Sure… by MwsR

Sometimes things are too much
Too much for us to handle.

Sometimes we are like a clasp on a sandal
Easy to work but with not much fore thought.

Sometimes we can fail to work
To serve our purpose.

When clasps don’t work any longer we replace it with another one.
Clasps serve one purpose ,they are to hold things together,
To keep things from separating.

Sometimes we loose the intended purpose.
Too often we just see this one thing…
When there are many more all around us.

If we were meant to only have one clasp, or better yet given one clasp to last…
What care we would had taken of it!

Bothersome, by MwsR

I did not mean to aggravate you

Honestly, I just wanted to know what you knew

Looking for any answers to the questions in my mind

Am I not living here? Are you just blind?

My prerogative it was to know the answers surrounding my adoption

But you had selfish intentions

You wanted to keep me broken,

So somehow you could be the one standing there catching my tears

You wanted me to know only selective things

Not the real story that most adoptive parents bring

You thought my questions were so bothersome

Maybe they were, to you

But to me they encircled my life and something true

I needed to be bothersome because you paid me no mind

Nothing was shared that would ease this burden of mine

I went years without knowing the truth

Years that hurt me so,

Left me to grow up different, you know

When I think back

You were the one holding the strings

The one who thought it was bothersome to answer me

Funny how now that I am older,

Those answers are still left unanswered

And I am still somewhat a mess

My bothering you did not help me a bit

I guess my questions were too much

Bothersome again, I bet.

Poem podcast~Ember, by MwsR

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Another Part of Our Minds,,,,By MwsR

I think there is actually a place,
A wonderous place where you can set your mind at ease.
A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease.
Another dimension of the now we know
It is what we have in our minds.
See the ability to transport to another place with other feelings
Is simply, there.
There among the clutter, the business of life.

It is purely up to you where you choose to go.
Could be for a minute , for an hour or longer.
Depends upon what you want to invest into the travel.
Depends upon what you want to invest in the travel.
You can take with you knowledge of things past, or possibly things you have not experienced yet.

There are many seasons there, it just depends on the factors that there are.
It could be raining or cold, possible windy and sunny all on the same day.
That is how it is with our heads.
This is how it is with our heads.
There is so much to them, even so much we keep in our subconscious.

I think there is for sure a place.
A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease.
A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease.
Another part of us we sometimes fail to see.
It is where we have the ability in our minds to feel something different than in our lives.
There, among the clutter, the hectic business of life, you can control it.