Old Songs | Poem

Old Songs Old songs playing on the radio Reminding me of someone that I used to know. Words stored for a lifetime, a bassline that moves; Old songs on the radio, reminding me of you. Old Songs is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem ©

Stay Wild | A Poem

Stay Wild You were not born a statue Nor rooted like a tree. You were born a wild one; A spirit pure and free. No cage should hold you captive. No title should define. You’re flexible and fluid, So can change at any time. With nothing set in stone And so much to explore Wander …

Hold My Hand, My Baby

Hold My Hand My Baby Hold my hand, my baby, Let me show you the way, To live and to love, To work and to play, To dream and imagine, To chill and to grow; I’ll be with you, my baby, No matter where you go. Hold my hand, my baby And let us go …

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