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.
This is our base, our favourite place
our beginning and end to each day.
It’s our triumph and glory, that these walls tell stories
as they soak up all we do and say.
This is our space. Each corner is laced
with items we’ve chosen with care.
From sweet scented candles, to fixtures & handles
the atmosphere’s just right to share.
So near or so far, wherever we are,
no matter where we choose to roam
we live and we learn, but we always return;
This the place we call home.
Home is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
What does home mean to you?
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Listen for the positive,
The voice that talks you down.
The one who tells you that they care;
That they like you around.
And when you’re standing on the ledge,
They’re waiting in the wings
Reminding you that life is full
Of hope and other things.
Life Hacks is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
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Love Them Harder
Whether son or daughter,
Mother or father,
Cherish your people.
Love them harder.
Love Them Harder is a short poem about life, family and friends, by English poet, Ms Moem.
There’s been an undeniable truth
Since before we even existed;
Nothing ever stays the same.
Change cannot be resisted.
Irresistible is a short poem about change by English poet, Ms Moem.
Not Lonely Alone
Being lonely can be painful.
It causes the heart to sting
But physically being alone
Isn’t always the same thing.
Not Lonely Alone is a short poem about being alone 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.
She was ragged at the edges.
She’d seen much better days
But beauty isn’t surface deep;
There are so many other ways.
A short poem about beauty by Ms Moem.
You were the poem that got lost.
Lines crossed and meter not quite right.
You were a bright and bouncy piece
scribbled frantically, imperfectly,
Some lines were more memorable than others.
The opening verse rolled pleasingly
round the mouth.
Tentative dabbling with words formed
the ambling core. The closing
stanza was somehow sketchy.
Still, you never left me.
I couldn’t image trying to
re-write you. You didn’t need to be
finished or perfect, but you spilled
onto the paper,
begging to be read.
Her whole life’s been a battle.
Her face is hard as stone
But inside, there’s a garden,
Just waiting to be sown.
She’s looking for a gardener
To give it TLC
And to bring out all the colours
No-one ever gets to see.
Gardener Wanted is a short poem about life by Ms Moem.