Never Forgotten ~ Poem

memory poem for Mum & Grandma - never forgotten ~ poem

Never Forgotten

I think of things you used to say
And all that you would do.
At some point, every single day,
My thoughts will turn to you.

To lose you was a bitter wrench,
The pain cut to my core.
I cried until my tears ran out
And then I cried some more.

This wouldn’t be your wish for me
That I’d be ever sad
So I try to remind myself
Of happy times we had.

I know I can’t be with you now
And you can’t be with me
But safe inside my heart you’ll stay;
That’s where you’ll always be.

Never Forgotten is a poem written in memory of my Mum and Grandma.

Tell Me – A Wedding Poem

Tell Me - A Wedding Poem Written by Ms Moem

Tell Me

Tell me all your secrets
Tell me all your dreams
Tell me where you came from
And all the things you’ve seen.

Tell me all the little things
That rattle round your head.
Tell me how you really feel;
Don’t let things go unsaid.

You can tell me when you’re happy
You can tell me when you’re sad
You can tell me when I wind you up
That I really make you mad.

Tell me that tomorrow
Will always be a brand new day.
Tell me that together
We will always be okay.

Then tell me that you love me
Tell me that you care
Tell me there’s nowhere you’d rather be.
Tell me you’ll always be there.

Tell Me is a wedding poem written by Ms Moem.

If you use this poem at your wedding, please do drop me a line and let me know!

You can buy a printable copy of this poem here: https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/553174059/romantic-wedding-poem-printable-poetry

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A Poem About Friends

a poem about friends | daily poem project | poem 17 | ms moem

 

True Friends

When you’re down on your knees
When your life feels in tatters
In your darkest hours
Friends are there when it matters
Then when the sun shines
With your confidence renewed
You share your happy moments
And your friends celebrate with you!

This poem about friends is written by Ms Moem.

This is poem 17 of my daily poem project for July.

This is also post 87 of 100 blogs in 100 days.

A Poem About Trust | #DailyPoemProject Day 14

a poem about trust by ms moem

Trust

I like
to believe in people;
My trust is easily earned
But please,
don’t take it for granted
As it’s a bridge
that’s
quickly burned.

Trust is a poem by Ms Moem.

This is poem 14 of my daily poem project. The writing prompt was ‘something beginning with t’.

This is post 84 of 100 blogs in 100 days.

A Poem About Change | #DailyPoemProject Day 12

a poem about change by ms moem

Morphing

I wonder how
a caterpillar feels
As it forms a coccoon.
Does it think
its world is over
Or does it know it’ll be a butterfly soon?
Metamorphosis.
Change to the max.
Make the transition and never look back.

Morphing is a short poem about change by Ms Moem.

This is poem 12 of my #DailyPoemProject.

The prompt was ‘change’.

This is post 82.5 of 100 blogs in 100 days.

A Poem About Summer | #DailyPoemProject Poem 10

poem about summer | daily poem project poem 10 | ms moem

Summer

Glass coke bottles and swimming pools;
Searching for shade.
It’s cool to explore
foreign markets and beauty spots.
Or closer to home
If that’s your lot.
A change is as good as a rest.
Sometimes holidays at home are the very best.

Summer is a short poem by Ms Moem

This is poem 10 of my daily poem project. The prompt was ‘summer’.

This is post 80.5 of 100 blogs in 100 days. #100blogs

 

What’s Your Cup Of Tea?

What’s your cup of tea?

For me it has to be Twinings English Breakfast tea. Milk and two sugars thanks! I’d have to see your teaspoons to confirm the sugar amount officially though. There are some rogue-sized spoons, either too big or too small, on the streets today. *said Goldilocks! 🙂

twinings english breakfast tea

It’s one of the little pleasures in life. Tea is my favourite drink. I’ve drunk it for as long as I can remember. I grew up on loose leaf tea, but find tea bags so much more convenient. I still have fond memories of teapots though; particularly my Grandma’s. She always had a self-knitted tea cosy on hers. The wool was lovely and warm to the touch and kept the pot active for long enough for us all to have a brew or two.

I’ve gone through all manner of tea bags to find my one true match, and Twinings English Breakfast has my heart. I don’t think I’ve drunk another brand in the last seven years at least. I am so particular about it, that I carry some in my handbag…. just in case an impromptu brew opportunity should arise!

So, dedicated to my favourite tea brand and to the nation’s favourite drink as a whole, here’s a little poem about tea.

Ode To Twinings English Breakfast Tea

No greater pleasure can there be
Than a cup of English Breakfast tea.
Boil the kettle, get your cup
Add the bag and fill her up.

Let it steep; infuse to taste.
Take your time, no need for haste.

Do you take sugar?
One lump or two?
Lots of milk?
Or will just a splash do?

Then find a place
(Your favourite spot)
Sit back, relax
And drink the lot.

A note of caution,
And only one,
Be sure to drink it
Before the heat has gone.

It’s a rite of passage
That we all go through;
The mistaken gulp
Of an ice cold brew.

So, those slurps excluded,
No matter what time of day
A nice cup of tea
Blows the cobwebs away.

Whatever the weather
The sun instantly starts shining
From the contents of the cup
When you experience the joy of Twinings.

Ode To Twinings English Breakfast Tea is a poem by Ms Moem.

This is post 58 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
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Don’t Judge Me In My Grief | Poem

don't judge me in my grief | poem by ms moem

Don’t judge me in my grief.
Please don’t assume no outer gloom
Means that I’m at peace.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief.
My arms don’t flail, and I don’t wail;
emotions raw and gnashing teeth.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief.
Please don’t expect, or think of me less
Because you don’t see my release.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief.
A mask on the exterior of a broken-hearted warrior
Conceals what’s underneath.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief
At the end of the day, I must find my own way,
No matter your beliefs.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief.
This trial will never cease.
You cannot save me from the waves.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t Judge Me In My Grief is a poem written by Ms Moem.

This is post 40 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
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Vows | A Wedding Poem

Vows | A Wedding Poem Reading | Ms Moem

Today I pledge to spend my life, with you, day in, day out
And from the rooftops words of love I proudly stand and shout.
I promise you will always have my trusty hand to hold
With feelings of togetherness that never will grow old.
Our marriage, like a work of art, we’ll craft in collaboration
With each new day another win, a cause for celebration.
I undertake the happy task of always taking care
To show you that I love you and when you need me, I’ll be there.
As we build our future we shall do what suits us both.
These rings exchanged with love serve as tokens of our troth.
Trust me when I tell you that you mean the world to me
And we can share our days and nights, as long as you agree
To be the one to hold my hand when choppy waters swell;
Our love story a unique tale, that only we can tell.
As we say our wedding vows, you have my word, my bond
That I’ll be sure to love you, and only you, my whole life long.

Vows is a wedding poem written by Ms Moem.

This is post 36 of 100 blogs in 100 days.

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