The #Brexit Poets & #Brexitpoetry

To think we'd end our days
As deluded, disappointed,
#Brexit poets...
Broken pages of the country
We used to feel, we fitted into,
Until everybody, had a rethink,
Where men can kill at will,
And argue, they had no other choice, provided.
We want action, we want decisions,
Or we'll deride your lack of vision,
You need to trust the system,
Moreso, you need to trust our wisdom,
As we give it all away.

I'm at risk

I'm at risk
of bein a cliché
A man alone
With nought to show
Manipulations,
Stipulations,
Room to grow.

The only ones
Who understand him
Sit at home
With their remanding
For a need,
Raised its head
And prompted words
That shan't be said
A pounding in the inner mind
That nearly turned the sense blind,
Forgetting where he was.

Your kind of beast... #poem

Your kind of beast,

Doesn't exist, to me,

You crept up, behind me,

Got the best of me,

Now you, will come,

For the rest of me.

Opinions are sold,

And I am too bold,

To let the control,

Take my soul.

As the words won't leave me alone

Realising that my own soul's telling a story - you do love it all when I confabulate great wonders of mixture for your quasi edification along with leaving a stink in your mind.

As the words will leave me

I decided to leave them

Right here, for your consumption

It's not hopefully, just my presumption

As the rhyme, starts to climb

And the world's feeling fine

And the southwind, starts gusting its breeze,

I know I'm not far,

from my Father's, sweet heart,

And I know, He's still waiting for me.