This is our base, our favourite place
our beginning and end to each day.
It’s our triumph and glory, that these walls tell stories
as they soak up all we do and say.
This is our space. Each corner is laced
with items we’ve chosen with care.
From sweet scented candles, to fixtures & handles
the atmosphere’s just right to share.
So near or so far, wherever we are,
no matter where we choose to roam
we live and we learn, but we always return;
This is the place we call home.
Home is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
What does home mean to you?
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You could gather a million treasures.
You could search from coast to coast.
The most valuable thing you’ll find
Is that family matters most.
Family Matters is a short poem about family by English poet, Ms Moem.
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.
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
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. ©
You were the poem that got lost.
Lines crossed and meter not quite right.
You were a bright and bouncy piece
scribbled frantically, imperfectly,
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.
I am every star and butterfly.
I’m rainbows painted in the sky.
I am every memory you recall.
I am comfort. That is all.
Comfort is a short poem by Ms Moem.
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.
Big ideas are nothing
Unless you get some traction.
For that you need a wicked plan
And lots and lots of action.
Big Ideas is a short poem by Ms Moem.
Surrender To The Flow
When you’re unsure of where to go
Simply surrender to the flow.
Try it, taste it, feel the groove
And then decide on your next move.
Surrender To The Flow is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem.
When she stopped needing validation
And just focused on herself
She realised she should probably
Re-evaluate everything else.
Needless is a short poem by Ms Moem.
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.