A Simple Truth
How do you love a person
Who’s no longer there to love?
How do you bear the pain
When you’ve already borne enough?
How do you remember day
When you only live at night?
How do you escape their shadow
When you no longer see their light?
How do you keep on swimming
When you struggle just to float?
How do you keep on sailing
When the storm upturns your boat?
How do you keep breathing?
How do you get through?
It’s frustratingly simple but
Somehow, you just do.
The world prizes possession
As a yardstick of success
Adulating those with plenty
And berating those with less
But perhaps this view is folly
And what sets us apart
Is not the things we own
But those we hold in our hearts.
Out Of Our Hands is a short poem about what matters most in life by English poet, Ms Moem.
We are not soldiers.
Peace runs through our hearts.
Wars rage on regardless,
We need not take part.
Life can be a struggle;
a perpetual night
But the sun won’t rise quicker
If we choose to fight.
So let’s down our weapons
And open our arms
Become a safe haven
Of kindness and calm.
Life need not be a battle
Where we merely survive.
We wait to rest in peace;
We should live it while we’re alive.
L.I.P.(Live In Peace) is a poem written by Ms Moem.
There’s a myriad of voices
That are swirling in your mind,
Judging all your choices,
Questioning how you spend your time
And while society conditions us
To live a certain way,
The world is not that black & white;
There are many shades of grey.
You can have a go at anything
If you set your mind to it.
You don’t need to ask the cosmos;
Just decide, and then pursue it.
Though if you listen carefully
When you’re on the right track
You might hear the universe whisper
“Go get it! I got your back.”
The Universe Got Your Back is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem.
Twas the night before giftmas, when all the shops closed,
Fairylights twinkled as the Christmas moon rose.
The curtains ajar, let in slivers of light
Illuminating stockings hung that Yule Eve night.
The children were quiet, there wasn’t a peep.
Boys and girls everywhere attempted to sleep
Knowing that while in the land of their dreams
They’d wake to see Old Father Christmas had been.
The night it was crisp, the sky full of stars,
Jack Frost had glittered all rooftops & cars
Not a soul stirred as the moon shone on high
Then quite without warning, bright sparks lit the sky.
Jingle bells tinkled around reindeers necks.
I got out of bed and reached for my specs.
I silently screamed because I stubbed my toe
But then I saw chap in the garden below.
With sturdy black boots, he was dressed all in red;
A bobble hat bobbled on top of his head.
He stopped at each house and climbed down from his sleigh
Leaving magic behind him, then up up away.
He was quick as a flash, dashing in dashing out
Leaving the world irrefutable doubt
That there was a soul who found all their joy
In leaving surprises for good girls and boys.
I must have disturbed him. He looked right my way
But before I could speak, he did quietly say
“You haven’t seen me, I haven’t seen you.
Now, how would you fancy a present or two?”
I grinned at him shyly, and he grinned right back
Before whipping a dazzling gift from his sack.
“It is just what you wanted. You’ll love it, you’ll see.
For now I’ll just pop it right under this tree.”
Then he filled up the stockings, ate his mince pie
Took carrots for Rudolph and said “Gotta fly.
I’ve got spaces to fill and places to be;
There’s millions of children still waiting for me.
He spurred on the reindeer. He winked and he waved.
“Remember I’m checking to see who’s behaved.”
“I believe in you Santa!” and he swooped out of view.
“The feeling is mutual. Merry Christmas to you!”
Twas The Night Before Giftmas is a rhyming English poem by Ms Moem.
Inspired by the original Twas The Night Before Christmas.