We Begin | Poem

poem about life - we begin by english poet, Ms Moem

We Begin

We begin not by wanting to exist,
but by chance.
A complex dance of nature.
Nurtured. Take your
talk of fate and seek to make
more of your turn.
Learn what makes you tick
because you don’t have to stick
with what is presented;
pretending it’s your thing when it’s not.
You’ve got the power and it’s within you.
So begin.
Win your own definition of success
and don’t settle for less, as giving up
only means you ensure that it will never happen.
Break the pattern.
If chance brought you here, you have nothing to fear
by beginning.
So take a chance, and never stop swimming.
By wanting not just to exist, we begin.

We Begin is a short poem about life by English poet, Ms Moem. ©

Misplaced Composition | Poem

misplaced composition is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem

Misplaced Composition

You were the poem that got lost.
Lines crossed and meter not quite right.
You were a bright and bouncy piece
scribbled frantically, imperfectly,
impulsively.
Some lines were more memorable than others.
The opening verse rolled pleasingly
round the mouth.
Tentative dabbling with words formed
the ambling core. The closing
stanza was somehow sketchy.
Still, you never left me.
I couldn’t image trying to
re-write you. You didn’t need to be
finished or perfect, but you spilled
onto the paper,
begging to be read.

Future Love | Poem

future love is a short love poem by English poet Ms Moem

Future Love

Let’s be each other’s future love
And love until the end.
We’ll stand together side by side,
As lovers and as friends.
We’ll stay together permanently
There’s no chance we could part
As even space can’t separate;
We’re in each other’s heart.

Future Love is a short love poem written by Ms Moem.

Lost | A Poem

Lost - poem by Ms Moem. @msmoem -  Sometimes taking the easy route and letting yourself get swept away can mean you lose sight of where you really wanted to go.

Lost
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.