American college student with a passion for literature. The following poems are a few I am less embarrassed to share. Please comment and enjoy. more »
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Nick Kasparie Poems
Life's Cage (the short one)
Life’s cage is true belligerence And ignorance, its Lock The young die bold The old die cold
Place of Dignity
Eyes of gold will seek what troubles the meek Those in the valley aspire to the peak It’s hard to get there with these weights on my feet I’ve been running forever on this hopeless street
One Last Chance
I didn’t know then and I can’t say that now, I know all the ins and the outs or the how, But I’m living and learning while still missing you, And it seems pretty clear that you’re missing me too.
To hurry passion is a fault, unwise To wait too long has led to my demise
Kelsey…Kelsey, my heart seems to say In the dead of the night Or the brightness of day Kelsey…Kelsey, the beat never stops
The Sword That's Sheathed I am not one who walks through desert storms I am no hero searching for the truth I walk down paths with those who misinformed
Impatience with a body ever slumping and resisting That emotion of a moving, never-ceasing human being In the energetic body of a person caffeinated While this sluggish couch potato on his journeys fabricated
The shell lies deep beneath the sand It's hidden from the hands of man And long it lies without a touch Awaiting your elusive clutch
A letter on a paper is a pretty petty thing If just a few are added then some words will coalesce And from the words come stanzas as our poem starts to dress With similes to follow and a meter for the ring
Upon Heaven's Doorstep
In haste, you fled, Another dead Among the rest, From Peter’s test.
Thoughts of Nothing Much
His head’s a wisp of smoke And it floats above the earth It doesn’t see the purpose Of ground or trees or dirt
I muse on muses that have come and gone The inspiration I have loved and lost Those whom I hate, then, some have still seemed fond And others yet have sadly become sauced
In Case I Leave
In case I leave, I hope you know It wasn’t me who broke the stove But yes I did those other things I burned the couch and lost your rings
Contemplate in mournful silence a hero’s dream of lust and violence Or an angel falling from the sky just to watch all goodness die. Folly’s thought was to fight. Evil defied my crumbling might.
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Life's Cage (the short one)
Life’s cage is true belligerence
And ignorance, its Lock
The young die bold
The old die cold
Time’s wasted by the Clock.