Rhyming poem quote by Ms Moem.
Tag: rhyme
A Poem About Being Confident In Your Choices
Don’t Look Back is a short poem written by Ms Moem.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Happy Valentine’s Day.
You’re welcome. :-p
A Poem About The Wedding Party
Twas The Night Before The Wedding
Check out the poem video on youtube.
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What Would You Miss?
If you are sad or feeling down
Ask yourself only this;
What are the things, if not around,
that you would truly miss?
From there, bend your priorities
to make those things your guide.
For whilst you live with what you love
You’ll feel content inside.
What Would You Miss is a short poem about finding contentment, written by Ms Moem. ©
Filling The Well
Your soul is as thirsty as your body needs food
When levels are low, they can alter your mood.
Don’t leave yourself suffering your own personal hell.
Top up your well-being by filling the well.
© Filling The Well is a short poem written by English poet, Ms Moem.
Hard To Love
Hard To Love
Sometimes it’s hard to love me.
I realise. I’m aware.
Its silver lining shows me
Who’s real; who really cares.
Sometimes it’s hard to love me.
It’s quite a cross to bear.
But happily I find comfort
In those who are always there.
Hard To Love is a short poem by Ms Moem. ©
Part Of Creation
Part Of Creation
Believe in yourself and all that you do.
There are things you’ll create that could only come from you.
The way you see the world might be your source of inspiration
But the way you interact with it makes you part of the creation.
Part Of Creation is a short rhyming poem by English poet, Ms Moem. ©
Back To Being Human
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.
