Tag: Poem

Don’t Think About Me/Poem Share

Each time when I happen to cross your mind

Think of just what you’ve left behind

Think of all the days that’s gone

And how much time I’ve been alone

Each picture that was once so proudly displayed

Now is hidden or tucked away

There is not a memory around of me now

Just thoughts in your mind that simply just goes round

Each word or mention of me in passing

Ducking from all the questioning

What to say about decisions made

Because in your heart so heavily they’ve laid

Each tear that was shed was it from regret

Or was it self-pity that you wanted to get?

Shame how time changes some men

Kind of scary to think you’ve forgotten about the sin

Each family event that you’ve planned

One less family member to get the upper hand

Time has a way of showing whose true

Again I’m sorry that it couldn’t be you

So each time I am in your head

Remember it was away from you I was led

Don’t think about me

If only in your mind is where I’ll be

Actions was all it would have taken

For me not to have felt forsaken

Don’t just don’t think about me.

I’m in charge of my life can’t you see?

Each thing I’ve not forgotten

Each word I’ve memorized

Each step from you and you’re still surprised!

Don’t think about me.

MwsR ❤

Above All Else/Poem

 

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No one should wake up and say to their self, “You are worthless”

Yet often times there is someone who feels helpless.

Something is broken, not right

Someone tossed and turned all night.

People are fragile when it comes to emotions

They have so much inside it can cause a commotion.

Desperate they search for the easiest way

To hide all their emotions and tuck them away.

Regardless of effort their effort is often not enough

This world can be domineering and rough.

People get beat down, often times their heart starts to bleed

They take scraps instead of what they need

Settle for something instead of what they deserve

Rejected and torn, they use up their reserve

Without much warning they dissolve away

The parts that were created to last and stay

The heart is usually the first

They can’t replace what makes their soul thirst.

This vicious cycle repeats and depletes

One’s basic worth and self needs

Over time we grow accustom to being nothing

Having no heart left for something

It all starts with feeling worthless

Regardless of ones conscious

In spite of all effort given

Don’t stop believing

In yourself

Above all else.

MwsR ❤

 

 

 

Not In Vain/ Poem share

Not in Vain

The day bursts out whether we are ready or not

It is a scene for our life’s living spot.

We walk through it either alone or together

Trudging or trodding through all sorts of weather.

At day’s end we recap the day

Sometimes without or with something left to say.

Eventually falling to sleep

Exhausted from the life we often keep.

For more often than not we want more chances

A chance to give people or things more glances.

To either cherish or complete someone, something.

Trying hard not to live our whole life in vain.

MwsR ❤

Spirit/ poem share

Her spirit didn’t rise but it sure did fall

Now it floats and resides inside these walls.

Never at peace or rest

I guess her spirit wasn’t blest

She never had love, at least not the best

To send her spirit towards it’s final place

Somewhere high into a stars space.

Only remants of attempts gone wrong

She never found her spirit a home.

Often, others swear they hear a soundl

It must be the spirit of hers that is still around.

MwsR 💗

Suppress/Poem by me, MwsR

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How my words want to burst from my lips,

Like a bullet that is sent from a firing pistol.

I cannot contain this emergency inside of me

I struggle to find the way to calm down this ravenous  beast

Yet I lose power with every effort it takes to summon the thing

So much inside that it does not care

What the ultimate price is for not being able to restrain

It is like a constant  erosion, that saturates all in its path

Oh! why must I have to squelch the stuff inside?

I am a prisoner to it

I cannot let myself be totally me for it having the power, you see.

I wish it to be silent and put to slumber,

But it will not rest

It does no good anyway

I guess wishing to leave would only suppress me

But still, I think that is what is needed

That is what must somehow be.

Oh dear, here I am, again, only me.

Skeleton/Poem Share

 

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She paid for their selfish ways

Made garments to wear from all their disarray

She never asked for any thing from back then

Maybe just an answer, or maybe just kin

She carried their troubles and ways on her shoulder

Unknowing that she also dragged behind her, a boulder

Helpless she was against all their formal displays

Unwillingly having to participate along the way.

Her crime was that she loved too willingly

Hoped beyond the greatest hostility

She wanted roses instead she became their thorn

Her heart was betrayed, tattered, and torn.

No one could handle her problems nor did they care

This was her life and her shame that she had to bear.

Because of their hearts, her life was a mocking reminder

Of all those skeletons that would come out from behind her.

MwsR ❤

Behind Those Glances/ poem share

 

Behind those glances

And second chances

A person’s heart can feel your thoughts.

Beyond the exterior criticism,

There is still a delicate prism,

To their soul.

Between the right and wrong they’ve done

There is a hurt loved one.

Below their guilt and shame,

Lies pieces of a shattered frame.

A piece that fell this way and that

Some people won’t take time to find where they’re at.

Beside their conscience they keep in touch with day-to-day,

Is their own deep prison they create that keeps them this way.

Because that one person took a second glance,

And gave them a second chance,

They will rise back up

Their heart will start to pump.

By the way you treat them now,

Will dictate their how.

Believe in them once more

Time to be a forgiver of the mistakes they once bore.

Life is an ever-changing thing

Try not to make it sting.

MwsR ❤

Excerpt from my book, “Heart Paths”

Hello, this poem is a short but poignant piece. This book was my second one. I did it all by myself and there may be some spelling or grammar errors in it.

I think I become better with time and much practice. If you want raw, emotional feelings put into words, this book will do all that.

Thanks

It Surrounds Me

I wish my life would just let me be

I smother underneath its grasp, that surrounds me

The many times I could not count on my two hands

If there was a stack, it would take a million rubber bands

No one can measure the uneasiness I feel

That is why it seems , Oh too real.

I wish I could hide somewhere far away, till it passes

But life doesn’t bump us, it seems to come in crashes.

I wonder how life would be , should it have a key

To unlock all the crap of it, that surrounds me.

Seldom is there a way of exit

It creeps in slowly , it is too late when you regret it.

MwsR ❤

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