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.
Hello Autumn. You’ve chilled the air,
Slowed the grass, stripped trees bare,
Crisped their leaves, skeletons exposed
And let Jack Frost come bite our toes.
First frost, first snow, hard rain, yet sun!
Experience weather, every one.
Your flame gives way to Winter’s grey;
Thank you Autumn for your display.
Note To Autumn is a rhyming poem about Autumn by Ms Moem.
I promise I’ll be there for you with each beat of my heart.
I promise I’ll be there for you in times both bright and dark.
I promise I’ll be there for you when you just want to talk.
I promise I’ll be there for you by your side as we walk.
I promise I’ll be there for you no matter where we are.
I promise I’ll be there for you. I swear it on the stars.
I promise I’ll be there for you, I promise, I am sure.
I promise that I love you and I shall forever more.
She set out with intention;
Thought she knew the way to go
But as she wandered clumsily
The winds of change did blow.
They took her like a feather
And she floated on their breeze
Soaring so far above the forest
She could barely see the trees.
At first, she was astounded
Just how far she went each day
But eventually she realised
She’d completely lost her way.
Lost is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem.