A wife returned one day from work
and found her husband raving.
The music boomed, he’d filled the room
and all were misbehaving.
With party debris everywhere,
She paused to take it in.
Though speechless, she released the beast;
the banshee from within.
“How could you do this to our home?
The floor is drenched with drink.
I heard your music down the road.
What must the neighbours think?”
The strangers in the living room
danced on, all unaware.
The wife was mad, that much was clear.
The husband didn’t care.
The music stopped, the wife collapsed;
She sobbed with heavy tears.
He gestured to the stereo and said
“Change the record dear!”
Vinyl is a poem written by Ms Moem
Our fingers entwined
You touched my heart
You looked into my eyes
And love took spark.
My fingers in your hair
Your hand on my waist
Our lips locked together.
My favourite place.
I knocked on love’s door
And it was you let me in.
I heard tenderness in your voice.
I found warmth in your skin.
You’re the place I call home;
I belong nowhere else
Because, in you, I found contentment.
In you, I found myself.
In You is a wedding poem written by Ms Moem.
If you use this poem at your wedding, please do let me know. I love hearing where my poems get to when I am not looking.
Alternatively, if you would like to commission a bespoke wedding poem exclusively for your special day, drop me a line @iwantapoem.
Hold My Hand Mummy
Hold my hand mummy
And show me the way
So that I can go out
In the big world one day.
Teach me the basics
And then let me learn.
Should I ever get stuck
I’ll know just where to turn.
Cheer me up mummy
When I’m feeling blue.
I can always rely
On a kind word from you.
Dry my tears mummy
When I’m feeling sad.
Let me know it’s okay
And I won’t feel so bad.
Show me the sunshine
And then set me free
To be the brilliant person
That you raised me to be.
© Hold My Hand Mummy is a poem written by Ms Moem.
What gives us personality?
What encourages conversation?
What helps you to be comfortable
Yet allows for exploration?
What makes us unique?
What gives us a choice?
What allows us to be quiet
Or use the gift our voice?
Every decision is a fork in the road.
Each path that you take can be confidently strode.
Never let fear stop you
From doing the things you choose.
We regret the things we don’t do
So what have we to lose.
What eats apprehension
To let our dreams be made?
What makes you step forward
To make bad times fade?
What brings us to life?
What allows us to see?
What’s the ultimate attribute?
It is that we are free.
Free is a poem about life written by Ms Moem.
There’s a poem in your pocket
and a novel in your chest
with the plot lines weaved in silver
threaded through your thorny vest.
Your roots are well established
and your bark protects your core
but there’s intrigue in your trunk;
your rings now tell us more.
Revealing your beleaguered story
litters lines of dog-eared leaves.
Nonchalant nomads nimble
on the nuances of the breeze.
Story Arc is written by Ms Moem.
This is a poem for national poetry month (US).
Today. Tomorrow. Forever.
Random moments and muddling along.
Finding ourselves, learning where we belong.
Sorting reality from what we expect.
Lives collide daily & sometimes we connect.
A glance, a chance, two paths, one road
A pair advance, they share a load
A love, a life, a first abode.
They share an understanding.
Effort divided equally
Without either one demanding.
He isn’t perfect but neither is she
They just love spending time together.
Life lived side-by-side is where they want to be.
Today, tomorrow & forever.
Today. Tomorrow. Forever. is a wedding poem written by Ms Moem.
If you use this poem as a wedding reading on your big day, do drop me a line and let me know!
You might like to check out some of my other wedding poems:
Beyond The To-Do List
Everything you’ve ever wanted lies
beyond your to-do list.
So don’t resist.
Each wish you’ve ever cast
All the hopes that you’ve amassed
No matter how daft.
Once you’ve written it down and made the plan
What happens next is all in your hands.
The list is not enough.
It can be tough to take action
But for your own satisfaction
Do what needs to be done.
In years to come
Imagine what you might say
If the list went unchecked
And your chance slipped away.
Then in the reverse
Wonder how it might be
If all your dreams came true
And at last you felt free.
You see, there are people in this world
Who we hold in esteem
As they seem to have it all;
They’re living OUR dreams.
But we’re forgetting their struggles
Their sacrifices. Their why.
And while we’re busy watching their magic
Our own time is slipping by.
So what’s on your list
And where will it take you?
Make an effort to make it.
Don’t simply make do.
Beyond The To-Do List is a poem written by Ms Moem.