Short poems

Blood red

Blood red.


Epic fail all hail the blood red rain of regret and raise a glass to another disaster, another broken promise.

A regret filled plaster. A suture for a septic would I can’t help but to pick.

It won’t happen again he says scratching away at the scab.

Lets get drunk and fight the night away.

In the morning we can think of reasons to stay.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Lets reminisce

Lets reminisce


Lets reminisce about the last time we laughed during the storm of 64, that time we shared a bath.

I couldn’t touch your hair because the dye was still setting and we both faked high off the fumes.

I can’t lay claim to the universe but we, we’re the only ones in the world.

I splashed and you laughed as the raindrops trickled down your back.

Yeah, what happened to all that?

© G.P Williamson 2018






It’s time to burn it down.

Choked up dark clouds.

Foundation falling around like quadriplegic jelly.

A place I used to stand.

An oath of unity – Profound.

The next square in a new turn around – circular dependence.

Eternity in a ring.

I’m not sure I’m ready for that level of depression to sing.

Worse case in a bad state is sob stories are out.

So’s swearing.

So that murderous shit I wrote is too late.

Turn around and start again.

Four years – that’s some bad fate.

© G.P Williamson 2018



Grab it and whisper.

Grab it and whisper.


The foolish bard drinks merrily the poison of desire.

No recollection of a future.

No marriage to impress.

No children who’d enquire.

My walked paths held holed shoes in my souls truth.

The whole truth walked in the souls earth.

What is this coat worth?

To grab it and whisper. “I’m sorry I kissed her”

Now you’ll claim die on the twitch of an eye on what else would I lie?

You’ll not trust as much as I said as such and now it’s just dust.

Goodbye to your touch.

For all that I had and all that I loved I wish I’d held on for the greater good.

Here take it – take my blood.

© G.P Williamson 2018


Letting go.

Letting go.


Forget her she’s never there.

She’s not the girl she was, she cannot care.

No memory, no warmth to her hair.

No Summer days with swaying hips no “We can just be.” No kissing lips.

No buttercups to crimson cheeks, no daisy chains the commitment’s weak.

No links, no corrections, no birds and no connection.

Life it took a new direction.

Left me weak but with affection.

You’re there somewhere under this broken starlit jar. This damaged precipice of waiting to crumble.

The broken cycle of shatter and recycle.

You’re out there because I remember you.

Because I sense you.

Because I need you.


© G.P Williamson 2017


What gave again

What gave again.


Like a chime unheard.

We don’t speak or listen.

Like the phone you hear ringing.

Yet the reciever never moves in it’s cradle.

We look but don’t really see or comprehend.

Often silently questioning, Is it the end?

There’s an apple tree which ages as apple tree’s do.

It bears no fruit and so the apples never get a chance to fall far from the tree.

There’s questions I alone can’t answer.

Questions about you and me.

©G.P Williamson 2017


Exceptional circumstances

Exceptional circumstances


Beauty in your eyes.

Where the contour of your cheek lies.

Flames of desire rise.

Tingles of freedom call new to me, beyond, reason , ideal.

Full unity.

I’ve known you five minutes but you’re not new to me.

Amazing hair, beautiful.

Blazed a million times unethical.

Rogue and distinct.

Can’t articulate what I think.

Face, hair, eyes……sink.

©G.P Williamson 2017