Poem about society © Ms Moem
Poem about society © Ms Moem
Life plays out in ripples
From all we do and say.
Each of us has an impact
Just living day to day.
Though the way that we are
Is all we can control,
We are drops in an ocean
That we should consider our whole.
Positivity and its opposite
Are so easily spread
Through variable actions
And words that are said.
Bring out other’s sunshine
And help diffuse their tension.
Make words spoken about you
Have nothing bad to mention.
Find the joy in life
Through the little things you do
And remind yourself daily
That you’re lucky to be you!
So be a beacon of light
That cuts through the dark.
Let your ripples be love
So only good can take spark.
Ripples is a short poem by Ms Moem
I cannot be the only one
Who doesn’t have a clue
About where I am heading
Nor what I’m meant to do.
But time will not wait for me
And as the days go passing by,
One thing I know that I control;
It’s up to me to try.
© Poem about not knowing what to do by English Poet, Ms Moem.
I Am What I Am
I am what I am.
I like what I am.
I like what I do
And I do what I can.
I Am What I Am is a short 4 line poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
Just hit three quarters of a million views on youtube!
That’s a fair few eyeballs.
Thanks so much to everyone who has ever watched, liked or shared any of my poem videos. I know numbers aren’t everything, but is nice to see a bit of growth and progress over time.
It is honestly a great privilege to even be able to share my original poems with even one person.
I never imagined when I started uploading my poems and videos online that so many people from all around the world would get to interact with my poetry, so it’s really heartwarming to see it happening and to have the opportunity to keep on sharing.
Onwards towards the million now.
So proud. 🙂
Echoes all around us;
The tangible departs.
Illusions flash before us;
A pain pervades our hearts.
Echoes is a short poem by Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
I took my pen.
I drew you out.
I got you wrong.
I rubbed you out.
I honed my craft.
I tried again.
I failed with mice
And then with men
And then with landscapes
Laced with trees.
Where others seemed to draw with ease
My lines were sloppy,
Your essence greyed,
Doodle is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
I’m tired of waiting, being stuck on the verge.
Done being a caterpillar, I long to emerge
As a beautiful butterfly, flying free in the world;
It’s all that I’ve dreamt of since I was a girl.
Metamorphosis is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
Sometimes I like to assume that others can read minds
So when I’m standing there in front of them, saying that I’m fine
That they’d say to me, now really, you don’t have to pretend.
I can see something is bugging you. Come on, tell me, I’m your friend.
But of course they never say that as of course I never said
As I prefer to leave things simmering and multiplying in my head.
Mind Reader is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem. © All rights reserved.
Memories Are Funny Things
Memories are funny things.
You hear your favourite singer sing
And all at once, that voice is stored,
You visit towns, you see the sights,
You feel the heat, you see the light
And that becomes a picture, saved;
A snapshot of a happy day.
And all you ever need to do
Is think about that perfect view
And all at once, you’re there once more
Seeing it as you previously saw.
A scent or sound can do the same.
A hint, and whoosh, you’re back again.
You’re in the room, you’re with the guy,
No matter how much time’s passed by.
And if you listen close enough
The voices of the ones you love
Will stay inside your clever mind
For you to recall, anytime!
So soak up life and all it brings
Cos memories are funny things.
They’re weaved from all you see or do.
Make them good. It’s up to you.
Memories are funny things is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem.