2 Of My Poems
I write poetry. My works are on facebook at http://www.facebook.com/nickthepoet I created that group to showcase my poetry and decided to branch out and show it here
Untitled 2015 By: Nicholas Donald Whitefang (a.k.a. Nick Nekomata)
Too much doom Too Much gloom Too much death Too much wastage of breath
Search your souls for what is right Search your hearts with all your might. Are you the one still fighting the good fight? Where is the new dawn's light?
Alone I sit and pray I hope against all hope for a brighter day Tears that fall in the earth do they lay Oh what to do? Oh what to say?
Sadness overwhelms one's heart Never to find that brand new start Surrender to the consumption art Stomach bloated they laze and fart
Look around and turn a blind eye Pretending there's a clean blue sky All the while standing by All the while wondering why. Cross thy heart and hoping to die
Butter scraped over too much bread Looking down and burying your head All speechless because nothing can be said Watching the future with fear and dread
Buildings once standing tall To rubble, ashes, and nothing at all One by one the mighty all fall Upon deaf ears is the whaling call
Save me, love me, do as I say All the badness melts away Merriment and mirth come and play Hope for that pain to fade away
Angels fly and daemons march All pass through deaths arch Uniform the step stiff and starch Drought the land and thirsts for blood have no parch
Is it the end? Is it the beginning? Is it salvation, rebirth, or sinning? Cosmic games into the extra inning Is there any true way of winning?
Point thy fingers and pass the blame All call out His holiest name Everything as it was but nothing the same Stand thy ground and announce your claim
Under sheep wool lays duress On pins and needles does the world stress Someone anyone save us from this mess God have mercy on us and heaven bless
Wounds so deep they never heal Confusion, love, hate, emotions thinly concealed Weapons and words sharply wield Pain so rich you just cease to feel The lives you live all seem so surreal
Ashes, gashes, iron rust Know not whom one can trust Love, compassion, sex and lust Any salve for painful decay is a must
Belle And The Beaus (a poem for the modern age)
By: Nicholas Donald Whitefang
Belle in the park phone in her hand
Hair glistening in the sun mind across the land
Texting chimes from the variety of the merry band
Tips her shades and looks at the words then stands
Walking by, the beaus one by one bling
Beaus on the street cat call and sing
Keeping pace in both places ignoring
Rolls her eyes, lets a sigh and a warning
This beau does offer me cake
This beau offers me canoe trip on the lake
This beau offers me wine and roses; oh heaven's sake!
This beau disgusts me and doesn't think beyond his snake.
One by one they offer all at the touch of a button
One by one they fail looking like a glutton
One by one by bedside her blouse unbutton
One by one her dreams begin to cease "alla sudden"
Belle by dawn does wake arms full of pillow
Belle by the window weeps like the nearby willow
Belle by the sink washes face and fake smile follow
Belle in concealed self pity does wallow
Beaus work by day seem all right
Beaus by the night give Belle a fright
Beaus play games on her screen light
Beaus say things that she hope be right
Belle wanders round alone
Belle throws away her phone
Belle sighs, cries, then just utters a groan
Belle wonders if her Beau is truly anywhere unknown