Tag: Poem

I Write/Poem by MwsR

 

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I write so I can continue to grow

So my life has its ebb and flow

I write for the many tears I shed in private

For the many cries I had that were silent

My spirit soars when my fingers type

I do not have my inner self to fight.

I write for those who never had a voice

For the one that also had no choice,

I write to keep my troubles at bay

So I can function with purpose , yet another day.

I write because some things are better left unsaid

So I can get them out of my head.

I write to encourage others who can’t

So they can see that somehow our lives match.

I write because harboring feelings of hurt, doesn’t work

Because people are selfish and sometimes big jerks.

I write in a rhythm that only my heart knows

Each step when I write, my heart grows.

I write because sometimes you need to

Because sometimes I feel things that are too real, too true.

If you need to write to heal

Try it, and soon it will reveal

What it is you want to say

What you need to say to make it through yet another day!

MwsR ❤

 

Hey… Darling/Poem MwsR

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“When can we go out and spend some time together”, she said

It wasn’t like there wasn’t a good roof above her head.

She always tried to get my attention

What about me giving her that diamond last year, she must have forgot to mention.

It was always me doing my thing out in my shop

Her doing hers in the house, using the mop.

Equal we were, I don’t understand her problem with it all

I guess I should have put my shoes up that were down the hall.

A different food thing she placed at the table more often than not

I never said that I liked that if any, or a lot.

I thought having money to buy that food was good, but to her I guess not.

Why all the fuss about the clothes,

I put them near the hamper where she goes.

Why must she talk when my favorite show is playing

I would love to listen but not right now, you understand what I am saying?

Always my time is taken over with hers

Always her needs had to come first,

I can’t always do what she wants, listen to everything she says,

But…I am here, wouldn’t she want that instead?

 

She doesn’t ask me for a date anymore

There is no “Hello” when I come through the front door.

She used to ask me when I could do something

Now she is off doing her own things, anything

Wonder what changed?

Maybe somewhere the roles got re-arranged

No food on the table, just re-heatable stuff

Guess I didn’t pay attention to her enough.

She must have told me, I just did not listen

What has happened to change our situation?

Maybe one day she will once again,

Say “hey…darling”.

 

“DON”T take those you love for granted… One day they may not be there anymore.” MwsR<3

 

Too Much Sometimes/ Poem by MwsR

 

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Like a storm from out of nowhere

Drifting away like a dream or stare.

More scattered than the grains of sand

But finding common ground to stand.

Troubles thicker than molasses

Smears that collect upon the glasses.

Too much sometimes

Too little I find.

Promises that prick you like roses

People that will leave you in droves.

Lies without guilt

Steamy words from upon their lips.

I’m insignificant

Though I feel transparent.

Walking always, somewhere

But heading nowhere.

Jokes are about me

But I’m not laughing, you see.

Thoughts are for the things that matter

Not for hearts to shatter.

But can’t make it go

Can’t, you know?

Life and love intermingle

Circumstance and perhaps, all dangle.

Forward just one time

Backwards, when it tries to unwind.

Feelings…friends…words…and thoughts

MwsR ❤

MISTAKE/poem by MwsR

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Maybe it’s not real

Maybe this moment is just how I feel.

I often see things I can’t believe,

Maybe this is my own soul’s deceit.

Often times I stray into the night

Surrounded by feelings that something is not right

I often wake without hesitation

But feel disconnected, like I had a transformation.

Travels through the night

They either break your will, courage, or spirit

Didn’t believe all that, until I myself went through it.

Now I know that things are twisted

They are not all black and white, like were insisted.

For one to get into their dreams

They must come to terms with how things seem

Trusting in what they know

What path they need to go.

If it ain’t real, then why can it be felt after I wake

It really can’t be a mistake

Can it?

MwsR ❤

 

 

Nightime

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Into the night

Seeing the fright

Feeling its hand on my shoulder

I feel as if it is taking me under.

Knowing there is no help here

But frankly searching for someone near.

It takes over my thoughts, my head is a mess

Cannot lose myself within this abyss.

Must stay strong

Get back to where I belong.

Cannot give up or in

To the turmoil that will ascend.

Perpetual  night time blackness

Or is my own souls blackness that prevails?

Caught here till my mind eases

In between the nights creases

Agile though, I remain

Caught up in this night-time game.

MwsR<3

 

 

My Darling

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Small things can be great to.

Just like the part of my heart I share with you.

I stumble on the ways to show you my love in its truth

You try to understand regardless, but you are not a sleuth.

I fail at the things I try to show you

But my heart for you has always been true.

I mistake the things that you never say

I am slow sometimes, but you show me anyway.

I often wish for a simpler life

But that never happens, regardless of that I am still your wife.

My heart is yours to take,

Just don’t ever feel the need to hesitate.

Come with me my darling,  into our life’s cove

And we will spend our lives following each other’s love.

MwsR ❤

Sink or Swim/Poem share by MwsR

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Like a ship slowly sinking

Nothing left to do but gather the valuable things and prepare for departure

Un sure of what lies ahead

A little scared but at the same time clinging to hope

You see others do it and they somehow make it work

They carry a few things of their very own and the rest they leave aside

How come it is easy for some and not for others?

My best guess would be ,

Some people do not see the forest for the trees

Their thinking is not much farther than they can actually grasp

Each day to them is almost fruitless

They hold no stock in the future or the outcome

I would like to be like them in a way

Not fearing or limiting myself because of that fear

I would like to touch all the things that are dear

I want to rest in the fact that today is what matters

Tomorrow is but a work in progress

Not an official thing written out in stone

I do not wish though to be alone.

I want to be with those that love me

Regardless if that ship I am one, goes down and is

Not able to be found

I want to float for as long as I can,

I will swim against currents just to reach the next mile

I want to laugh again, I want to smile.

Life is hard enough, it is unpredictable

However sometimes it is without thought and hesitation that we can endure.

Think about it, it is so obscure.

Let’s float, swim, or take on the endeavor

Lest we sink, reach bottom, or worse off, end.

MwsR ❤

 

 

My Dear/Poem by MwsR

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I see your things amongst the others

You are still here in so many ways

Nothing has really been the same

Often times I lay and daydream

You are in those daydreams, happy and smiling

I often wonder where did my time with you go?

Why must we let go and let them make their own path?

I never fully thought about the little time I would have

Forever meant forever, just the way it began

I was in denial for so many reasons in so many ways

I sometimes felt like I hindered you

I guess that is normal, at least in this case

Being a parent is never easy and we will make mistakes

We will want to hold onto our children for our lifetime in one way or another

It is natural and it is okay.

It is when we stop letting them experiment, try new things

Or perhaps when we don’t allow them to take things on their selves

That we smother their chances, their desires, and their wants.

No one ever said it would be easy or without tears

I have loved and cherished all my time with you years.

Always know that better or worse, you still can come here

I will still hold you and comfort you, my child, my dear,

(TO MY kids R>M>J)