Mother And Child Poem | a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
Category: Poetry
Not A Pretty Story | Poem
We are living breathing memories
That will one day be dust.
Not all stories can be pretty
But live them, we must!
Not A Pretty Story | Short Four Line Poem by Ms Moem ©
Him And I
Him And I
I often sit and wonder
How it happened… him and I.
We could have stayed as strangers,
As ships just passing by.
But something happened to us
And it happened, him and I;
History, once it’s written,
Can never be denied.
© Him And I is a short love poem by Ms Moem.
Proud Love Poem
Proud love poem © Ms Moem
Hold My Hand My Son
Hold My Hand, My Son
Hold my hand, my son,
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, dear son,
No matter where you go.
Hold my hand, my son
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 son,
And thanks for making me your mum.
You are my universe;
My earth, moon and sun.
© Hold My Hand My Son || a poem for mums of sons, by English poet, Ms Moem.
Poem About Persevering | Keep Going
Keep Going
When it all seems too hard
And you are crippled by fear
The best course of action
Is to simply persevere.
© Keep Going is a short poem about persevering, written by English poet, Ms Moem
When The Day Is Done
When The Day Is Done
Forget the hardships of the day
And focus on your blessings
As what is done can’t be undone
But you can take the lesson.
© When The Day Is Done is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem.
Ripples | a poem
Ripples
Life plays out in ripples
From all we do and say.
Each of us has an impact
Just living day to day.
Though the way that we are
Is all we can control,
We are drops in an ocean
That we should consider our whole.
Positivity and its opposite
Are so easily spread
Through variable actions
And words that are said.
Bring out other’s sunshine
And help diffuse their tension.
Make words spoken about you
Have nothing bad to mention.
Find the joy in life
Through the little things you do
And remind yourself daily
That you’re lucky to be you!
So be a beacon of light
That cuts through the dark.
Let your ripples be love
So only good can take spark.
Ripples is a short poem by Ms Moem
Mother: The Angel At My Side | Thank You Mum Poem
Mother: The Angel At My Side | Thank You Mum Poem
Mothers are special,
Almost magical, in truth.
They simultaneously give you wings
And firm, yet flexible roots.
She’s the very first person
To know you outside and in,
Holding your heart as a souvenir
Of the time you shared a skin.
Her nature pours into you
And her nurture spurs you on
So it’s never hard to see
Where your character comes from.
And inside her eyes, a sparkle,
Of the life she has lived,
All the lessons she’s learned
And the love she has to give.
She gives without condition.
She loves with all her heart.
You’re always on her mind
Even when you are apart.
A mother has no rival.
The bond is truly unique.
She knows what you are thinking
Even when you do not speak.
A mother can be relied on
Her whole life through
To always keep believing
And to never give up on you.
It is such a precious gift
Having someone at your shoulder
To nurse you as an infant
And to be a friend as you get older.
There is no-one like a mother,
Nor could there ever be,
Who balances keeping you safe
Whilst also setting you free.
No-one will love you more
While your life has her in it.
She’s wonderful and wise
With an effervescent spirit
For showing me the way,
As an example, and a guide,
Thank you Mum, for everything;
The angel at my side.
Mother: The Angel At My Side | Thank You Mum Poem by English poet, Ms Moem. ©
A Town You’ve Never Heard Of | Poem
A Town You’ve Never Heard Of
In a town you’ve never heard of
lives a chap you’ll never know.
He heads to work each morning
at a place you’ll never go.
he weaves between more strangers
before he comes to rest
at a corner no-one sees
then he sits down at his desk.
He does work that you won’t care about
and probably, nor does he,
but he dutifully continues
’til the time that he’s set free.
But by that time it’s dark
and he’s got to get back home
for another hurried evening
just sitting all alone,
Suppressing all his hopes & dreams.
He dare not let it show
But in his sleep he dreams about
a town he’ll never know.
A Town You’ve Never Heard Of is short thoughtful poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
