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 explore.
Let us read epic stories
And then live a few more.
Let us spend time with family
As well as with each other.
I couldn’t be more proud
To say that I am your mother.
So hold my hand, my baby.
And thanks for making me your mum.
You are my universe;
My earth, moon and sun.
© Hold My Hand My Baby is a short poem about being a mum, by English Poet, Ms Moem.
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How Did I Get Here
You’re going through the motions,
The days pass in a blur.
Not sure you’re making progress
Though you’re not who you once were.
You then drift a little further
And the days turn into years
And slowly, you’re left wondering
How on earth did I get here?
How Did I Get Here is a short thoughtful poem by English poet, Ms Moem. ©
Isn’t It Funny – A Wedding Poem
Isn’t it funny,
Isn’t it strange,
When I met you
Then everything changed.
Isn’t it lovely;
Since this all began
I’ve been your lady
And you’ve been my man.
Isn’t it wonderful,
Honest and pure,
I searched for so long;
I need search no more.
Isn’t it thrilling,
Isn’t it sweet.
We met one another
And now we’re complete.
Isn’t it funny.
Isn’t it strange.
As soon as we met
Then everything changed.
Isn’t It Funny is a short wedding poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All Rights Reserved.
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Thank you for choosing my poetry! It means the world to me!
I took my pen.
I drew you out.
I got you wrong.
I rubbed you out.
I honed my craft.
I tried again.
I failed with mice
And then with men
And then with landscapes
Laced with trees.
Where others seemed to draw with ease
My lines were sloppy,
Your essence greyed,
Doodle is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
And what can’t be,
I cast them out;
Now I am free.
Becoming Free is a short motivational affirmation poem written by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
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I’m tired of waiting, being stuck on the verge.
Done being a caterpillar, I long to emerge
As a beautiful butterfly, flying free in the world;
It’s all that I’ve dreamt of since I was a girl.
Metamorphosis is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
Sometimes I like to assume that others can read minds
So when I’m standing there in front of them, saying that I’m fine
That they’d say to me, now really, you don’t have to pretend.
I can see something is bugging you. Come on, tell me, I’m your friend.
But of course they never say that as of course I never said
As I prefer to leave things simmering and multiplying in my head.
Mind Reader is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
You could gather a million treasures.
You could search from coast to coast.
The most valuable thing you’ll find
Is that family matters most.
Family Matters is a short poem about family by English poet, Ms Moem.
Memories Are Funny Things
Memories are funny things.
You hear your favourite singer sing
And all at once, that voice is stored,
You visit towns, you see the sights,
You feel the heat, you see the light
And that becomes a picture, saved;
A snapshot of a happy day.
And all you ever need to do
Is think about that perfect view
And all at once, you’re there once more
Seeing it as you previously saw.
A scent or sound can do the same.
A hint, and whoosh, you’re back again.
You’re in the room, you’re with the guy,
No matter how much time’s passed by.
And if you listen close enough
The voices of the ones you love
Will stay inside your clever mind
For you to recall, anytime!
So soak up life and all it brings
Cos memories are funny things.
They’re weaved from all you see or do.
Make them good. It’s up to you.
Memories are funny things is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem.