Short poems

Name that pill.

Name that pill.

28th June 2018

It took just one pill to understand the world in totality.
The mediocre conundrum of our own sanity.
The reasons we take woman for wife.
The reasons for love.
The meaning of live.
Progression to trust, society a must.
The very reason of universe from dust.
One solitary pill concoction made from the lips of a brown eyes goddess, a robin’s last breath,
A church bells chime at a quarter to nine.
The last suppers’ last drop of wine.
A murdered womans motherhood the hands of a bludgeoned father mixed within the salty seas of another tear filled daughter.
It took just one pull to understand the world in totality.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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That story you wrote.

That story you wrote.

23/05/18

Those forgive me cries.

Those apologies you give off like fire crackers in dreams, all ripped seams and screams, I feel them.

You don’t know it seems.

How would you?

We’ve never met.

That story you wrote – I read it. It was great!

That course you said you would do – do it, it will suit you.

That song you want to sing, lets be honest you’re tone deaf but love yourself.

That’s what’s left.

© G.P Williamson 2018 <— Hit for my Instagram.

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Loved to death.

Loved to death.

16/05/18

You fulfil me like a diary.

You keep all my secrets safe.

Naive to place them in a human, naive to trust so few!

How dare I scoff at reason when logic has no clue.

You protect me in your chains and chain me with your hopes.

I hold you with my fears and I wonder how you cope.

I love you with my soul.

It’s not possible with your mind?

They often do forget the two are quite entwined.

I’ll bring you second guesses but not without first thoughts.

I’ll drown you with affection and then smother you with my heart.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Oceancolournicklepulp

Oceancolournicklepulp

5/5/18

Since they don’t really care about us.

Since profit in peace nothing’s changed.

There is no ease.

Since the day we caught the train after Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

The world remained the same for common people.

If only we were aeroplanes, we’d fly as one,

When we stand together.

Otherwise, it’s time for a revolution.

© G.P Williamson 2018

 

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As a child (@BymePoetry)

As a child (@BymePoetry)

I originally posted this as a reply to a post on Instagram @ByMePoetry

14/04/18

As a child I lied, cried and died a thousand times.

I rhymed lines for fictional crimes to keep my head designed to stay fine.

I’m thirty six.

I lied over eighteen thousand times.

The world still isn’t mine.

But I found a place, a methodology, a kind of gold heart pump, a reflexology.

As a child I lied, cried and died a thousand times.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Bubblegum Fairy’s

Bubblegum Fairy’s

07/04/18

Bubblegum Fairy’s

Walks in the sand.

Breeze through our hair.

Hand in hand.

Candyfloss connections.

Volleyball reflections.

Dancing with drinks,

with apricot deceptions.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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At night.

At Night.

17/08/13

Lightening climbs.

Igniting flames.

The lovers looks.

The dancing game.

Smooth and suave.

Swift in motion.

Allowed to drive.

The air a cushion.

Flying together.

Eyes alight.

Becoming one.

Alive at night.

Passion killer.

Brought the crunch.

Broken down.

A different bunch.

Group of guys.

A solid team.

Divided up.

A broken dream.

Tattered edges.

Torn inside.

No other choice but stand and fight.

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

 

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