Tag: Poem

Today Is Bad Poetry Day, Ha ha

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I looked at my yahoo calendar today. On my calendar I have allowed notifications for Funny Holidays. So, when I opened it this morning, I found out it was “BAD POETRY DAY”. 

Imagine that!

Is there such a thing as bad poetry?  I guess so, if the grammar and spelling on it is atrocious.  However, I think all poetry, in any style , shape, or fashion, is not bad. It really is a personal preference I would say. So, in lieu of it being” Bad Poetry Day”, I guess I will try to write something to illustrate this funny holiday.

Bad Poetry

Enside us al is tha capabilitie  to fale,

It is en ennate ryte to mispel.

Whin we do we wyl be cratigued

Trust me, I can already cee.

If yur spel chek is knot working

Your peace of work will be baad

Arent u glad I reminded u!?

Now geet it ryte.

YEP, I think that about sums it up folks!

Happy Bad Poetry Day!

Michelle, aka MwsR ❤

Thinking Poem by MwsR

 

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If you see yourself the way others do

What would you see?

I think the key to true happiness does not live in that but in me.

 

If you heard what others say about you,

What on earth would they say?

Is there anything they would say , anyway.

 

What about how people treat you,

Do you treat others the same way too?

I think that is not right, doing something just in spite.

 

Poems are great and they can get points across

But how many times have they touched someone who is lost?

I think that’s good enough reason to write, don’t you?

MwsR ❤

Consequences/ Poem MwsR

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Each harsh word, chops away at another’s voice,

They cannot or will no longer talk to you.

All actions you do to get “back” at another,

Permanently bruises another’s pride.

Physical touch done in anger,

Replaces the love that was in another’s heart for you.

Taking no time to be with someone

Increases the chances that they won’t be available when you do.

Each demeaning comment you throw towards another

They will one day catch it and return it back to you.

With each action or word you give to another

Will in some way ,shape or form affect not only them but also you.

 

Much Needed/ MwsR

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In day-to-day living we often time forget

We do not cherish much the littlest of things

Often we are loaded down with work or daily tasks

That our joys are on the back burner.

Trying to keep a head of things we make plans

We set our calendars with things to do

When was the last time you planned for you?

 

In taking time to “smell the roses” we get rejuvenated

We replenish ourselves with some much-needed attention

Then we can keep on keeping on, are you following me, my friend?

The most important us we have is ourselves.

Without giving ourselves time or rest

We cannot truly give to other things our best.

Take this day to make yourself the focus!

MwsR ❤

Heart Extensions( totally made that up today) Poem by MwsR

 

3d-broken-heart-with-tears-tattoo-design Streaming, silent words that you wished you’d said

Thinking of what is worse in your head

Mixing a signal or two, wondering what to do

These are the times when you start to cry.

That is your heart extensions.

Crying is not for the prideful or to boast

Usually it is to summon your inner most

People see the hazed eye look, where you have tears

But little do they know those tears are so much more

Threatening to expose you for your feelings inside

No need to run, no need for them to hide.

There is nothing wrong with feeling blue

I have even cried a few times when I feel amused.

That is just your heart extensions that sometimes show

No problem with it, even if people know.

Be you, feel and release

Those heart extensions usually do that and give us converted peace.

Weighing On Your Heart

Stumbling for the most accurate words to describe the feelings

Sometimes, even having a hard time believing

Words fail so many times, to describe what lays upon one’s heart

Guess some days are better than the rest, at least if you start.

Sometimes we don’t give our own selves enough credit

We think somehow we are less than adequate, we think we must ourselves, edit.

If we all kept the things weighing on our hearts hidden and stored inside

Our hearts would break from the weight of what weighs on them, it’d be intensified.

We weren’t made to withstand all the junk thrown our way,

Sometimes we must rest, so that we can again play.

Being but a speck in this world and the trials are fewer than that of the world

But inside one’s self , you  start to feel the intensity, that weighs down from things, being hurled.

If you or I fail to express all our mess, in either a way or a word,

Then the cycle continues and collects all the remnants of the past, it remains unsaid

It will be like a natural disaster waiting till it is displayed

That is how suppressed feelings and things become a weighing stress.

Let go of that force that is running your life,

I will try to apply that suggestion to mine.

The things that prey on our hearts will steal our inner joy.

You can’t play around with a heart, it isn’t a toy.

MwsR ❤

Disapproval/ Poem Share

 

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Disapproval is so capturing

It is like a cage where you wish to be freed

Nothing more demeaning

At least not to me

I see it steal the innocence of children

Robbing the older folks of much joy

It illuminates the sidewalks when a stranger passes by

The scars are almost unrecognizable

They take on a life of their own

Disapproval is a beast to all

Devouring what there is left of one’s dignity.

The only way to escape its grasp?

No one knows.

I surely don’t because it grows as I grow.

It has walked around me all my life.

Taking on the faces of people I thought loved me.

People who accepted me for who I am

It has long become a part of my view of myself

It is like skin on my bones

Forever a cover to what lies beneath.

Visible to onlookers of the outer self

But not inside where one’s soul is shelved.

Disapproval can defeat a person’s outlook on things

It shuts them down before they even engage.

It is powerful , more than a two-edged sword

If it was to disappear, oh what a better place we would have here.

MwsR ❤

 

 

What Makes You Smile/Poem

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Songs from birds in the tree top

Music genres like rock and pop

Soft covers and pillows that are squeezable

Waitress’s that make your dinning pleasurable.

 

Knowing that someone wants to see you

Feeling baby skin, it is so new

Eating out at your favorite place

Seeing happiness on another’s face.

 

Finding an outfit that fits like a dream

Watching a movie on the big movie screen.

Meeting a stranger who says “Hello”

Knowing there is good in people you know.

 

Writing what you feel

Taking a drive through the hills.

Watching a wedding

Colder temperatures and snow sledding.

 

Magical people who touch your life

Being someone’s other, being someone’s wife.

Hearing laughter from your kids and their kids

Knowing there is nothing that you will miss.

 

What makes you smile is all about you

Things can be real special, it’s true.

How about trying to think on it a while

Then write yours down, and make yourself smile.

MwsR ❤