Poem about society. © Ms Moem.
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Ripples | a poem
Ripples 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 …
Poem About Not Knowing What To Do
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 …
I Am What I Am | Poem
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.
Three Quarters Of A Million Youtube Views
Just hit three quarters of a million views on youtube! Blimey. 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 …
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Echoes | A Poem
Echoes 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.
Doodle | Poem
Doodle 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, Colours weak, Your essence greyed, …
Metamorphosis | Poem
Metamorphosis 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.
Mind Reader | Poem
Mind Reader 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 …
Memories Are Funny Things
Memories Are Funny Things Memories are funny things. You hear your favourite singer sing And all at once, that voice is stored, Recognizable evermore. 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 …
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