Poems written by Ed Gosling

Ed Gosling

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Lager Der Untermenschen

Lager Der Untermenschen short poem

Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready

Schrödinger’s Alley

Schrödingers Alley short poem

One step the wrong way Is the path to this place within a place. The shops are different here. Run-down, Their beaten and smashed faces glaring With a menacing disdain. Everywhere, Schrödinger’s knife at your back, His gun to your

Monster In My House

Monster In My House short poem

There’s a monster in my house. I can hear it all the time, every day, Shouting, spitting and screaming. It didn’t use to be here. It just came one day, After Mum came home late And was too tired to

Sandpit

Sandpit short poem

It’s the middle of the exam season, I’m walking home from college, The same way I’ve always gone, Going over a few more notes on my phone. On my way, I pass a playground. Right in the middle, I see

The Poet

The Poet short poem

The poet is that kind old man You met while on the train The poet is that little kid Who’s eating grass again. The poet is the waiter At that coffee shop you like. The poet is that triathlete, Riding

Was It Worth It?

Was It Worth It? long poem

(Britain, post-referendum) Dear Mister Prime Minister, Was it worth it? Was it worth cutting off Our country’s trade benefits, our commodity trade, Like the testicles of a prizewinning bull? Was it worth it? Was it worth tightening our borders, Like

The Lonely Tree

The Lonely Tree short poem

Somewhere in the local park, in a place where nobody looks, There’s a tree growing, quietly and slowly. It’s not a very big tree at all. It’s surrounded by others, their massive trunks blocking the view of it. I always

Sidmouth Seafront

Sidmouth Seafront prose poem

It’s the end of April, winter’s signs are just fading And we’ve gone to the seafront, walking along the promenade. Sometimes stopping To gaze at the murky brown winter’s-end ocean… But why? Stepping down onto the shingle, The large pebbles

No Life

No Life short poem

Every minute from dawn until dusk, I watch a screen, waste my life away. It’s not a good life But it is my life now. The television is my headstone, Marking in the electronic earth The coffin of my bedroom.

Team Of The Fortress

Team Of The Fortress long poem

There was once a time, That I ran with a band of mercenaries. Sometimes I sit back in my leather-bound chair, And remember all of them, clear as day… The quick, sly Boston lad, Haphazardly dodges and shoots His way

The Devil’s Wrath

The Devil’s Wrath short poem

My knees scrape the floor of my room. As I remember the wrongdoing I committed. And now the devil is here To punish me for my sin. Anger had corrupted this angel, Turned her skin blood red. Her voice was

Fly

Fly long poem

It’s 9:00 on a Saturday, I’m at my PC, wasting my life, Surrounded by empty snack packets, And by the door is an empty pizza box. Life couldn’t be better. Bzzz… A noise. Punctuating my silence, my fixation with my

This is Not a Poem

This is Not a Poem short poem

I like to write poetry sometimes, Weave little bits of my life into little stories, But this is not a poem. It isn’t meant to be a poem. I don’t feel like poetry today… Wait, “weave little bits of my

Why?

Why? short poem

Why is it, That all around me People have flashes of inspiration, A seed that grows into something great, Something worthy of recognition? Why is it, That people I know Are so talented, so passionate That they’ve taken up their

Absolute Fullstop

Absolute Fullstop short poem

Time gives And time takes. And where does it go, That what time Steals from us? Good Times Bad times. Us. Nobody knows. Are they lost to nothing? Are they somewhere else? Nobody knows. Doom? Salvation? Nobody knows. Those we

The Exam

The Exam short poem

The voices, unheard The image, unseen. The crevasse that separates The analysis from my mind. It can’t reach me, as I cannot reach it myself. But still I am told to reach For the goal that I cannot see. Before,

Shinigami

Shinigami short poem

My notebook is ultimate power; My pen is my sword as I write the names of Earth’s human scum. Their faces flash through my mind. And soon they will meet their “maker.” God had told Abraham: “Thou shalt not kill.”

Fear, Worry

Fear, Worry short poem

Preparation. Fear. Worry. An open door. A desk A pen An A4 booklet Noise Suddenly Sitting Quiet. A voice Instruction Begin. Reading Questions. White paper. Cryptic I can’t understand. Fear. Worry Panic Sweat SCREAM silently Tears Breakdown Closed Brain-death Failure