20 Favourite Poetic One-Liners (Rhyming)

1. BIG CITY DREAMS

“Blinded by the lights, I’m drawn in by the crowds,

An eclectic group of people, rubbing shoulders without smiles”

2. MINDLESS VIOLENCE

“Started out as kids, stealing Pepsi cans and sweets,

But nowadays being stopped and asked questions by police”

3. PLATEAUED AMBITION

“Life flashed by, I was soon reminiscing,

As slowly I drowned, in a plateaued Ambition”

4. CHASING AFTER THE WIND

“Yesterday she was the one, yet today we call her old news,

And move onto the next one, Our values greatly skewed”

5. WORDS I NEVER SAID

“Our last conversation I now contemplate,

Abruptness of what followed made my heart disintegrate”

6. LOST ONES

“But soon there would be trouble, and unforeseen change,

Which led to separation, and hearts so full of rage”

7. A WRITERS STRUGGLE

“Freedom of expression, hell-bent at its mastery,

But when it didn’t flow, anxiety seeped craftily”

8. TALES OF DEVASTATION

“At this stark situation, tales of devastation,

Families ripped apart, and destroyed past restoration”

9. LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOUR

“His words cut through, like a dagger to the heart,

Exposing their hypocrisy; blind religiosity”

10. DEAR LONDON

“Demonically possessed, with intent to spread fear,

Instead were met with bravery, and love beyond compare,”


11. MUNDANE

“Mundane! Everyday is the same,

Wake up, go to work. Slowly going insane”

12. TALES OF INSECURITY

“What did they even mean by that? And why said in that tone?

I dialogue internally to calculate my wrongs”

13. BUDGET AIRLINE TALES

“A queue jumper the highlight, as she mussels her way past me,

An angry woman shouts “Oi! You must be a nutter!”

14. THE ART OF BLAGGING

“But little do they know you haven’t even got the foggiest,

But pride gets in the way, and you start speaking with such confidence”

15. EASTER

“A choice between a criminal and him, they chose the latter,

And proceeded with mob justice, his back they whipped and battered”

16. ANTI-SOCIAL MEDIA

“But no one else was there, so she posts pics on the internet,

900 friends, but no one there to share the moment with”

17. TALES OF AN INTROVERT

“Wish I said all of the things that were locked up in my mind,

But now times gone, it feels like I’m wasting mine”

18. POOR MAN’S TALE

“It’s cold, you’re ignored, and exposed to the elements,

Abandoned in negligence, considered irrelevant”

19. CHIPOLOPOLO 2015: CAN HISTORY REPEAT ITSELF?

“The weight of this moment precedes grown men’s cries,

As we remember our dearly loved brothers who died.”

20. THE ANGRY SHARPNESS MONSTER

“Not much sleep was had as he set off at break of dawn,

The thought of being at sea always had his attention drawn.”


All the above poems are originals written & composed by the author of Reposed Thought:

© Gome

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“Budget Airline Tales” – Short Poem

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Time is 3am, my alarm starts ringing,

Abruptness of it cuts my dream, and leaves my head spinning,

My body screams “NOOOOO!” as it curls up in a whimper,

Early morning starts, even worse in the winter.

I trudge through the routine of getting up and ready,

Walk to catch the bus, half asleep, dazed but steady.

Urban city streets fast asleep and deserted,

A big yellow “M” and my attentions diverted.

Much needed diversion, though quite unhealthy start,

“A big mac with fries, please?” to help me break-the-fast,

20 past 4, the bus finally leaves the station,

And slowly fills up as we approach our destination.

Check-in feels too easy, like I hopped into a taxi,

A queue jumper the highlight, as she muscles her way past me,

Peoples politeness tested, as many start to mutter,

An angry woman shouts “Oi! You must be a nutter!!”

“Queue jumping like that, mate, its really quite rude!”,

“Over here in Britain, yeah, we love a good queue.”

I people-watch in departure lounge to gauge the crowd at hand,

A young couple on honeymoon, 3 lads part of a band,

A new-born baby’s cry can be heard through the roof,

A stag party for “Ricky”, lads on tour to Magaluf.

The gate number announced, a mad rush to be the first,

With hand luggage maxed-out, my arms about to burst,

Crowded shuttle bus ride, with no words ever uttered,

We walk up steps to board the flight, I’m absolutely shattered!

Crammed between a window seat and man with arms like boulders,

My legs are stiff, my back just clicked, the sun burns my right shoulder,

The cabin crew politely check to see we’re all intact,

Pilot speaks through muffled speakers, then we leave at last.

The sheer noise and vicious speed shakes me up inside,

As underbelly of plane and land gradually divide.

No music player or screens on board to keep us entertained,

But views outside spectacular, I really can’t complain.

We burst up through the clouds and slowly level out,

A selfie-takers dream, raised eyebrows and cheeky pout.

The toddler sat in front lifts his head over the seat,

A momentary pause as his eyes and mine meet.

Unsure if he should smile back or simply wail away,

I pull funny faces, before he cries and turns away.

“What kind of parent would I be?” is all that I could think,

He’d gazed at me so fervently and hardly even blinked.

I try to get a little sleep before the flight is over,

But two rows back, annoying chat just keeps my eyes wide open.

I ease drop with little choice, the thoughts of two loud males,

And reflect and write a little poem, of “budget airline tales.”

©2015, by Gome

The Angry Sharpness Monster

Background: Sharpness is a village in Gloucestershire county, England and is the location for my final year architecture project. This short fictional story is the result of a day-long story telling workshop which pushed our imaginations to create weird and wonderful stories. Here’s mine.

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Dissolute! That’s the only way to describe it,
Nothing much to do there you could hardly even hide it.
But scratch under its surface and there lay vast opportunity,
A story told of fisherman Trevor and his near bravery.

Not much sleep was had as he set off at break of dawn,
The thought of being at sea always had his attention drawn.
Off he went red eyed and yawning like a hippo,
Under the iron bridge, through the lock and past the silo.

As mist and fog lay low over the Severn’s near horizon,
He suddenly steered violently to prevent a near collision.
“What was that,” he anxiously muttered under his breath,
As the sea arose he feared he’d capsize to his imminent death.

A dark slithering shadow appeared in the deep blue waters,
A moment of sheer panic replaced by thoughts of his wife and daughters.
With forearm over his brow, eyes squinting to try and see,
He finally realised what the mass in the river could be.

For years he’d heard tales of the beast that lay beneath,
Claiming the lives of fishermen with its gigantic teeth.
He would ordinarily pass these tales off as nothing new,
Or tales by blokes at the country club who’d simply ‘had a few’.

He charged back through the lock with monster in close pursuit,
Back under the iron bridge he tried to remain resolute.
So dark he couldn’t find his barring’s using the tall cranes,
He felt lost and trapped, like being bound in iron chains.

Only weapon on board was a plank and fishing rod,
But how would that challenge such a creature so thick and broad?
Up and down the canal his eyes rapidly browsed,
Knowing the anger of the Sharpness Monster had been aroused.

Suddenly! All fell silent and the waters remarkably calm,
And all he could hear was the voice of his nagging mum.
For just as all within him wanted to yell and scream,
He awoke relieved realising he’d simply had a bad dream.

(By Gome, 2014)