Back To Being Human

Back To Being Human ~ a poem by Ms Moem

Back To Being Human

Let’s get back to being human
as we lost it some way back.
We devolved to war and warriors;
let’s regain the human track.

Let’s get back to being human.
It’s who we’re meant to be.
It’s true that we are complex
but we can live in harmony.

Let’s get back to being human.
What does that mean to you?
Is it wrapped up in your words or thoughts
and all the things you do?

Let’s get back to being human.
I really feel we should
as what it means to be human
is coursing through our blood.

© Ms Moem

Broken | Poem

Broken

I didn’t appreciate the little things before;
Days that weren’t wetted with despair, where
I dared to believe we would all live forever.
Pushed screaming through the door of no return
I learned that circumstances burn flesh
and bone. The worst times I’ve ever known.
Caught in a loop, it replays second by second,
Day by day, wound by wound. Favoured singers
crooned in the background. It was a comforting sound.
Mental time travel transports. Caught between
the edges of life and death, each breath
etched along the tracks of my tears.
One blistering moment. Don’t scratch it.
Can’t help it. Won’t fix it.
It hurts.

Broken is a short poem by Ms Moem.

broken ~ a short rhyming poem by ms moem on the topic of grief and loss after losing a loved one

Strangers. Friends. Hello. Simple.

Strangers. Friends. Hello. Simple. Poem by Ms Moem. @msmoem

Strangers. Friends. Hello. Simple.

Encouraged
to see strangers
as
friends
a trip to the park ends with a
grin.
It begins with a coy hello
and before you know it
you are running around together
enjoying the simple pleasures
of slides and swings.
Uninhibited laughter rings free.
If only we never lost those values
how sweet life would be.

Strangers. Friends. Hello. Simple. is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem about what we can learn from the way children see the world. The difference between a stranger and a friend is whether or not you have said hello.

Broken Branches ~ Poem

broken branches poem by Ms Moem @msmoem

Broken Branches

It was almost time for harvest.
Her boughs, laden with fruit
engorged by the goodness
received from the roots,
put strain on her branches;
far more than she could take.
Even holding too much treasure
can cause someone to break.

© Broken Branches is a poem about life written by Ms Moem.

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