True Friends
When you’re down on your knees
When your life feels in tatters
In your darkest hours
Friends are there when it matters
Then when the sun shines
With your confidence renewed
You share your happy moments
And your friends celebrate with you!
This poem about friends is written by Ms Moem.
This is poem 17 of my daily poem project for July.
This is also post 87 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
Trust
I like
to believe in people;
My trust is easily earned
But please,
don’t take it for granted
As it’s a bridge
that’s
quickly burned.
Trust is a poem by Ms Moem.
This is poem 14 of my daily poem project. The writing prompt was ‘something beginning with t’.
This is post 84 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
Morphing
I wonder how
a caterpillar feels
As it forms a coccoon.
Does it think
its world is over
Or does it know it’ll be a butterfly soon?
Metamorphosis.
Change to the max.
Make the transition and never look back.
Morphing is a short poem about change by Ms Moem.
This is poem 12 of my #DailyPoemProject.
The prompt was ‘change’.
This is post 82.5 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
Summer
Glass coke bottles and swimming pools;
Searching for shade.
It’s cool to explore
foreign markets and beauty spots.
Or closer to home
If that’s your lot.
A change is as good as a rest.
Sometimes holidays at home are the very best.
Summer is a short poem by Ms Moem
This is poem 10 of my daily poem project. The prompt was ‘summer’.
This is post 80.5 of 100 blogs in 100 days. #100blogs
What’s your cup of tea?
For me it has to be Twinings English Breakfast tea. Milk and two sugars thanks! I’d have to see your teaspoons to confirm the sugar amount officially though. There are some rogue-sized spoons, either too big or too small, on the streets today. *said Goldilocks! 🙂
It’s one of the little pleasures in life. Tea is my favourite drink. I’ve drunk it for as long as I can remember. I grew up on loose leaf tea, but find tea bags so much more convenient. I still have fond memories of teapots though; particularly my Grandma’s. She always had a self-knitted tea cosy on hers. The wool was lovely and warm to the touch and kept the pot active for long enough for us all to have a brew or two.
I’ve gone through all manner of tea bags to find my one true match, and Twinings English Breakfast has my heart. I don’t think I’ve drunk another brand in the last seven years at least. I am so particular about it, that I carry some in my handbag…. just in case an impromptu brew opportunity should arise!
So, dedicated to my favourite tea brand and to the nation’s favourite drink as a whole, here’s a little poem about tea.
Ode To Twinings English Breakfast Tea
No greater pleasure can there be
Than a cup of English Breakfast tea.
Boil the kettle, get your cup
Add the bag and fill her up.
Let it steep; infuse to taste.
Take your time, no need for haste.
Do you take sugar?
One lump or two?
Lots of milk?
Or will just a splash do?
Then find a place
(Your favourite spot)
Sit back, relax
And drink the lot.
A note of caution,
And only one,
Be sure to drink it
Before the heat has gone.
It’s a rite of passage
That we all go through;
The mistaken gulp
Of an ice cold brew.
So, those slurps excluded,
No matter what time of day
A nice cup of tea
Blows the cobwebs away.
Whatever the weather
The sun instantly starts shining
From the contents of the cup
When you experience the joy of Twinings.
Ode To Twinings English Breakfast Tea is a poem by Ms Moem.
This is post 58 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
Please don’t assume no outer gloom
Means that I’m at peace.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
My arms don’t flail, and I don’t wail;
emotions raw and gnashing teeth.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
Please don’t expect, or think of me less
Because you don’t see my release.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
A mask on the exterior of a broken-hearted warrior
Conceals what’s underneath.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
Don’t judge me in my grief
At the end of the day, I must find my own way,
No matter your beliefs.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
This trial will never cease.
You cannot save me from the waves.
Don’t judge me in my grief.
Don’t Judge Me In My Grief is a poem written by Ms Moem.
This is post 40 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
Today I pledge to spend my life, with you, day in, day out
And from the rooftops words of love I proudly stand and shout.
I promise you will always have my trusty hand to hold
With feelings of togetherness that never will grow old.
Our marriage, like a work of art, we’ll craft in collaboration
With each new day another win, a cause for celebration.
I undertake the happy task of always taking care
To show you that I love you and when you need me, I’ll be there.
As we build our future we shall do what suits us both.
These rings exchanged with love serve as tokens of our troth.
Trust me when I tell you that you mean the world to me
And we can share our days and nights, as long as you agree
To be the one to hold my hand when choppy waters swell;
Our love story a unique tale, that only we can tell.
As we say our wedding vows, you have my word, my bond
That I’ll be sure to love you, and only you, my whole life long.
Vows is a wedding poem written by Ms Moem.
This is post 36 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
Forever?
Will you love me when I’m ancient
Will you feel the same as today?
Will I still make you have butterflies
And feel proud in every way.
Will you still chat to me daily
And try to make me laugh?
Will you still give me a cuddle
And sneak a peek at me in the bath?
Will you still wake up each morning
And turn to me with a grin?
Will you still tell me I’m beautiful
And mean, outside and in.
Will you always want to hold me
And want me to feel blissfully safe?
Will you still know what I am thinking
Just by reading what lies on my face.
And if you still want to go ahead with this
Then here’s to our life together
So answer yes to all these questions
Then there’s no doubt this will last forever.
Forever is a wedding poem written by Ms Moem.
If you would like to purchase a printable copy of this poem that you can use for your wedding, to be able to give a copy to the person who will be reading at your wedding, and another to share with your registrar, you can find one here on my etsy store: https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/550704523/forever-printable-poem-for-your-wedding
Forever is part of a collection of my wedding poems which is available to purchase on amazon.
Ms Moem – Love and Marriage
Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Love-And-Marriage-Ms-Moem/dp/1470984148
Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Love-And-Marriage-Ms-Moem/dp/1470984148
This is post 32 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
© I Choose You is a wedding poem written by Ms Moem.
If you choose to use this poem at your wedding, do drop me a line and let me know!
If you want to buy a simple copy of the words/lyrics of this poem to give to your registrar or for your chosen wedding reader to read from, you can find it here:
https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/550692065/i-choose-you-printable-wedding-words
Alternatively, you can buy a personalised printable copy of this poem, customised with your own wedding details, here:
https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/480956571/personalised-custom-poem-print
Or a handlettered ( by me ) work of art that you can hang on your wall as a wedding keepsake!
I Choose You – Blue
https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/477665657/custom-poem-print-printable-i-choose-you
I Choose You – Rainbow
https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/477665061/i-choose-you-handlettered-wedding-poem
If this wedding poem isn’t the one for you, I also have a number of other wedding poems for you to choose from:
Happy To Be Us
Tell Me
We Are Home
I’m So Lucky
A Realistic Wedding Poem
Our Weird And Wonderful Life
Hold My Hand, My Love
Vows
Showing You My Love
You Belong With Me
Where I’ll Always Be
Here’s To Right Now
Forever
Twas The Night Before The Wedding
If you choose any of my wedding poems to use on your wedding day, do get in touch and let me know! Better still, if you have any video footage, please do share them with me. I love to see where my poems end up when I am not looking!
Alternatively, I would be happy to write something exclusive just for you. So, if you would like to commission your own personal custom wedding poem, then get in touch and place your order via http://www.iwantapoem.co.uk
Whose is the heart that
bursts with pride each time
she sees your face
Whose are the eyes that
dart about to check your world
is safe
Whose are the arms that wrap
you up and hold you tight
and close
Whose is the love that’s always
there whenever you need it
most
Whose is the smile
that lights the room when
you are smiling too
Whose shoulder is the place to be
when only a cuddle
will do
Whose chest is warm and
comforting when you’re a
weary soul
Whose motivation only has
your happiness as
her goal
Whose are the tears that
cry for you as you grow
old and free
Whose is the heart that aches
so much in the space that you
should be
Whose is the head that knows that
you must find your path
alone
Whose is the voice that welcomes you
each time you go back
home
Who could have so many facets
that make her oh-so
great
Who has you on her mind each
day and today we
celebrate
Whose hands hold and guide
you in a way unlike
another?
All these are part and parcel
of the joys of being a
mother!
A Mother’s Love is a poem written by Ms Moem in honour of Mother’s Day.
Please do feel free to share this mother’s day poem.
Mother’s Day can have a different side ~ if like me, you are missing your Mum on Mother’s Day, this poem might resonate with you.
Missing Mum is a poem written by Ms Moem.
