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Poem by MwsR

Storm by MwsR

There is often a storm before a peaceful sky.
Sometimes it takes a day, sometimes it takes nine.
Things that are simple enough
Can’t prepare you to be tough.
Things that are hard and challenge you
Will help you in all you do.
You should be grateful when they arrive
That is when you’ll feel the fire in your eyes.
Nothing worth having comes easy or fast.
Sometimes it takes ultimate strength to be the one who will last.
Be thankful for the storm that lies before
Following close behind will be so much more.

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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

I Am/Poem Share MwsR

I am a pool without  moving water

abstract aqua blue clean
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A cup with nothing left in it to drink

Separated, like an egg that cracked and is broken

A traveler, traveling back into life, again.

No refuge to be found for my battered mind

Makes me reflect on things from this life of mine.

 

I am a winter that’s cold wind blows

When the outside starts to freeze

My ability to thaw starts by praying on my knees.          ws_Windy_Winter_1600x1200

I ask for pardon and reprieve

Although I may not deserve it.

 

 

 

 

I am a storm that is strong and sporadic

Never showing my full potential, manic                   IMG_9482

Leaving parts of myself in all I touch.

With my touch comes many things

Could be some lightning, or a hurricane.

 

 

I am me,

Just who I am supposed to be.

Sometimes going through life blissfully

But sometimes failing, you see.

Part of making it, in existing

Having a real life, that is worth living.

MwsR ❤

 

 

Storm/Poem By MwsR

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Storm

 

There is often a storm before a peaceful sky.

Sometimes it takes a day, sometimes it takes nine.

Things that are simple enough

Can’t prepare you to be tough.

Things that are hard and challenge you

Will help you in all you do.

You should be grateful when they arrive

That is when you’ll feel the fire in your eyes.

Nothing worth having comes easy or fast.

Sometimes it takes ultimate strength to be the one who will last.

Be thankful for the storm that lies before

Following close behind will be so much more.

Insignificant

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 intertangle
Circumstance and perhaps, all dangle.
Forward just one time
Backwards, when it tries to unwind.
Feelings…friends…words…and thoughts
MwsR

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