Poetry-Uk

The Starmaker

Ms Moem — Sat, 06 Jun 2015 02:53:07 +0000

The Starmaker paused
On the cusp of the day.
She straightened the sky;
Sent the sun on her way.
She welcomed the moon
And he tipped her his grin.
Only once he was settled
Then she could begin.
With great sweeping motions
And a flick of her wrist,
Her eyes truly sparkled
As stars came exist.
She twirled and she twisted
Until she was spent
Leaving a sprinkle of glitter
Wherever she went.

The Starmaker is a fairytale poem by Ms Moem.

A Poem About The Computer Guy

Ms Moem — Sat, 28 Feb 2015 06:27:10 +0000

My world had just ended.
I wanted to cry.
My bottom lip quivered
Then along came this guy
Like a knight in bright armour;
He would know what to do.
I showed him my computer.
“It crashed. What can I do?”
He tapped on the keyboard.
He stood back and then
He said “Try switching it off,
Then switch it back on again.”

A poem about the computer guy ~ a short piece by Ms Moem.

A Poem About Waiting

Ms Moem — Wed, 28 Jan 2015 06:04:47 +0000

I don’t mind waiting
So long as it’s coming.
The wallpaper is tatty
The fridge won’t stop humming.
The holiday plans
Are always maybe next year.
But still, I don’t mind waiting.
The time is surely near.

I really don’t mind waiting;
Good things come to those…..
Who needs meals out?
Who needs fancy clothes?
You’ve got more than some
Though more would be a plus.
But still, I don’t mind waiting.
I’ll not make a fuss.

I honestly don’t mind waiting
I’ve already waited so long.
When the hope fades away
You just have to stay strong.
I’m still in the queue
I will just sit and wait.
I’ve been waiting forever
…….
…….
…….
…….
Perhaps I’m too late?

A poem about waiting by Ms Moem.

A Note To The Husband

Ms Moem — Mon, 05 Jan 2015 05:15:10 +0000

A happy wife is a happy life
And to make it even brighter
Remember that while you may be right
Your wife will always be righter!

A Note To The Husband is a short funny poem by Ms Moem.

A Diamond

Ms Moem — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 04:48:12 +0000

A token of love
A sparkling ring
A bright precious metal
A stone set within
Cut to perfection
Its brilliance shines
A diamond is forever
A gift that transcends time

A poem about diamonds.

A Poem About Thinking About The Future

Ms Moem — Tue, 30 Dec 2014 04:39:23 +0000

There comes a point in every life
Where stock needs to be counted.
Are you fulfilling your potential?
To what could you have amounted?

I thought I might have wanted more
But couldn’t pin it down.
The more I thought, I wasn’t sure,
It got me rather down.

Days passed by as life goes on,
The territory steady
And so I focused on the truth;
I had it all already.

A poem about thinking about the future.

A Poem For A Friend

Ms Moem — Sun, 28 Dec 2014 04:34:14 +0000

I feel so very lucky
To have a friend like you.
I know you will be there for me
No matter what I do.

You’re wonderful company.
You’re honest and kind.
You’re supportive & generous
And always give me your time.

I hope that you know
You can rely on me too!
Thank you for being there.
Thanks for being you!

A short poem for a friend by Ms Moem.

A Poem About Getting Over Someone / Something

Ms Moem — Thu, 25 Dec 2014 04:10:12 +0000

They told me I’d get through it.
They told me it would ease.
They told me I would stand again;
That life would unbuckle my knees.

I doubted every syllable.
I’d heard it all before.
Things that once made perfect sense
Just didn’t anymore.

But then one day I saw it;
A tiny sliver of light.
Nothing would be the same again
But I would be alright.

A short rhyming poem about getting over someone.

A Poem About Being A Mother

Ms Moem — Fri, 04 Oct 2013 09:12:22 +0000

Becoming a mother’s a wonderful thing
A baby’s a gift; their own love they bring.
It’s a marvellous time, it really is neat
But some other things happen that aren’t quite so sweet.

Your figure is altered, re-moulded & softened
Time with the washing machine becomes urgent and often.
Your brain becomes addled as your womb swells with pride
You are being re-programmed, right from the inside.

You develop an instinct straight from Jurassic Park
Like the fire had been built, and had now taken spark.
You could distinguish a cry from hundreds of others;
Transformation complete. You are now primal mother.

Your fears become heightened, so no resting on laurels
It is your job to be teacher, imparting knowledge and morals.
It is your job to guide them, to become compass, and driver
As you yearn for their absolute happiness, with every single fibre.

You’ll end up watching more children’s television than you’d care to admit
So much that you’ll even start to enjoy it a bit.
You’ll find yourself engrossed and so enter the trap
Where you still carry on watching, while baby is taking a nap.

So yes there are changes, embrace one and all
Be poised ready for action, any time your child calls.
And simply do your best, then you won’t go far wrong.
And above all, enjoy each moment, as childhood doesn’t last long.

A Poem About Being A Mother is a poem by Ms Moem.

Wasted Life

Ms Moem — Sun, 13 Jan 2013 08:18:27 +0000

A child strode a lonely path;
She saw no hope or prayer.
And all around her shoulders fell
A mass of fiery hair.

The hand of time did come to stop.
She felt she would be free.
If only she had seen the light;
Seen what we could see.

Talents long remembered
But she could have been much more.
Thoughts too dark to mention
Obscured all to be lived for.

Wasted Life is a poem by Ms Moem