Best White Wolf Poems
Evening gusts shall take away all my fear,
The stars will shine and fill my eyes with cheer,
The universe holds everything so dear
But you my love... How much I want you here
Lonely nights upon horizons I face,
To hold you again in this sacred place
I howl forlorn into the moonlit space
Where once we lay in our loving embrace
Weeping willows shall whistle in the glen,
As I lay silent with paper and pen
You left me, but I forgive you, again
The tree my witness, return to me, then....
We grow our roots beneath this willow tree
In sun and rain we will together be
***
April 22, 2017
Copyright © Darren White and White Wolf
Speak now for the sea, ancient bard that guides me.
Be the voice of its wisdom, washing away my tears.
Raise me and lower me, like an endless wave,
seen and then unseen, but always remaining present.
Speak now for the wind that blows our seeds.
Give it voice so it may be heard by passing souls,
from one generation to the next, may its sound
be gentle with caution and deep sorrow.
Speak now for the frantic fire that cleanses
its crackling voice kills tree bark to be reborn
from speckled skin discarded like a serpent's husk
Phoenix, rising high in all its burning glory
Speak now for the earth that sucks our feet in
and licks with tongues along Lethe's banks
here I will rest, and watch with breaking eyes
the beauty of the universe above me
***
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
December 3 2017
A Brothers White Production
Skipping through the tall dry grass
memories of childhood flood back
the summer of youth a distant cry
as mudlarks face an early sun
On my back in the grass, as I read
stories of kings and knights
wind caresses my hair, whispers
an almost forgotten song
Dragonflies circle above in the sky
mesmerised by their flight
I am transported far back in time
lost in these pages I now breathe
And I am a boy again, plastic helmet
cardboard sword; brave and strong
we run around fighting each other
and invisible low-life enemies
Dragons appear in front and rear
Swooping down breathing fire about
But they are no match for us
as we slay them one by one
Those days, where grass was our universe
where friendship lasted a lifetime
and we would forever stay young
-deep in our hearts we always will be-
***
August 16, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
With flow and rhythm, poems can sing,
Music to ears: sounds are heard,
Euphoric eruptions it may bring,
Quintessentially spoken every word.
With words and lines, poems can rhyme
Caress the senses, soothe the eyes
In so few letters, through all times
Poems create images, soar the skies
Evoking emotions is what they’ll do
Fuelling the mind and inspiring as well
Metaphors and more and some even true
Open the door, let poet cast his spell
Enriching the world in wonderful ways
A poet and his poems: a pair that will stay
***
June 8, 2017
Copyright © White wolf and Darren White
Once upon a time
Distant memories
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a breeze alerts
The senses whistling
Melodies explode
Through the branches leaves lament
Observing nature's space hold in colors
Fruit of tenderness
Mellow your sunshine
Blossoms love supreme touching
Fingers raise deep golden feelings yearning
Addresses one's heart
Lonely dust remains
Breathing breathless light explores
In darkness echoes bounce off deep caverns
Cold howling shivers
Devouring warm blood
Into the bones whistling ice
Winds voice of the lost souls' eyes turn bright green
As the spirit leaves
Dark moldy shadows
Light of moon sources cravings
Beauties kiss eclipses rose bleeds scarlet
Immortal heartbeats
Life stops ticking bang
Seduced black velvet pleasure
Sinking fangs into the succumbing heart
Drum beats slow echo
Fallen unchained truths
Slithering lizards crawling
Underneath the skin a beastly vision
Storm roars through timbers
Translucent blood slime
Flowing toxic energy
Mutating hollers screech into wolf moon
Scalding hot flames breathe
When red embers burn
Into the lustful ashes
Born inside scarred remains breathing wounds
An itch that scratches
Onto the mindset
Greenish cornea expands
Opening curtains in a split second
Haunting prey on light
Affliction of need
Rasping rattle in the throat
Death yowls airless scream without sun visions
A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and Angeline Lim
Budgie managed to get me to write again, I am very grateful to him for providing me with the first stanza, he's a wonderful friend :)
***
Elm stood regally and rigid.
Ivy looked up in awe
and said, a little timid:
“Ahhhh, to be so big,
close to the Sun”
Elm nodded with a focused gaze,
he was, to be fair, somewhat amazed,
and thought to himself:
“What harm could it do
to allow this slight
little weed to wrap
around me, gain my sight?”
She looked so sweet and small,
he was so strong and tall
Ivy snug a little closer
and in a tight embrace
clung for dear life to his twigs,
wound her lithe limbs
'round his leaves,
entangled him with lovely sprigs.
Elm liked that sweet intrusion.
It tickled him in many ways:
"A little higher now, my dear,
just an inch more, yes here."
Ivy flexed her fingers, green
and poisonous, Elm didn't see
through her ambition
from his high position.
"Oh Elm, I'm almost near your head.
Oh Elm, show me your eyes,
I will caress your delicious neck
with my small leaves?"
Ivy wound 'round him in strong embrace,
and before long his breathing ceased.
Then Ivy eased, for from her high up
vantage point, she became queen
could see so far she'd never seen.
And only then she lost her grip...
When Elm broke and crashed
Ivy realised she only ruled
a Kingdom of soil and dust.
***
September 3, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
An empty shell,
abandoned
am I left alone?
left to sigh?
I once housed
a caterpillar
an ambitious
butterfly
Now I miss
my old cocoon
and still
cannot fly
Come pick me up
soar the skies
create turbulence
with you
Leaving behind
our worn-out lives
morphing into
something new
***
September 19, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
We ride the waves, Budgie my friend
Sometimes they crash us on the shore
But you and I are so much more
Than little heaps of helpless sand
Slipping through fingers of our hands
We write our poems with so much fun
I throw a line, you grab the bait
You count your syllables.... eight
I make them ten! Then ad some pun
You choose a title.... And we're done
We ride the waves, Budgie my friend
Sometimes fly high, and then we crash
Lie low a while, but then we dash
Right back, finish what we did not end
For after sleep, we're on the mend!
This is not a sonnet you know, the syllables do not match
But who cares, we have a next poem to catch!
***
Copyright © Darren White
April 26, 2017
Collaboration with White Wolf
I’ll think of a place that’s far away,
In my mind I shall escape,
In colours and shapes with nothing to say,
From a land that has no fate.
Swirling images that make no sense,
Happy to fly amongst the scenes,
In a world you may say is full of nonsense,
This quiet world knows no screams.
With only shapes, free forms of light
In many different colours
They swirl and whirl, in patterns bright
Infinitely turning smaller
'Till they all fit inside your brain
A world inverted yet vast
Where peace lives, free from pain
Where future's also past
But between the two we shall both meet,
As though it were our quest in life,
I the stem, you the flower so sweet,
Neither shall be seen by the knife.
We’ll hold each other until the end,
For that is the way that lovers do,
In my heart I do send,
And shall always be in love with you.
***
January 20,
White Wolf
Darren White
White
Wafting
Western wind
Winter's water
Wolf.
3/11/19
For Light Up the Page 2 contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
As deep as oceans are in thy blue eyes
I ponder to myself: where have I been
Lost in your love, a bird in your high skies
A poor blind man I was, but now I've seen
Truth lies behind your eyes that I can see
Alone. I don't roam this earth without you,
For we are one, and one we'll always be
So darling take my heart, take my hand too.
And though your eyes stare without seeing me
They see much deeper than eyes ever could
They see deep in my heart where I am free
And where we live together, long and good
No ocean separates the love we feel
We're birds, our universe is vast and real
***
Iambic Pentameter
March 21, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
Dreams of those golden meadows in the sky,
with frolicking angels flying about.
So close to me as I hover nearby,
I try to speak but the words won't come out.
Captured by their beauty, my soul set free,
in this realm, I see clearer than before.
Though some may say it lacks reality,
whatever the case, I'm eager for more.
Sometimes I wonder, if I close my eyes
are they more real than if I open them
will angels disappear in golden glow
Or will they land, and tell me: no more lies,
we love truth more than any promised gem...
and humbled i will take their hands, and bow
As I proceed to indite in reluctancy
A vortex in my mind opens up to me
With my imagination running wild
Is it no wonder I feel beguiled
So much in there, oh what to choose
I have my sanity to lose
My feet in mud, my head held low
No thought neatly in a row
So many thoughts to contemplate on
When one enters, a dozen are gone
My love is vast and covers many things
Remaining open for new ones it brings
Give me one woman here to kiss:
my agony would turn to bliss
my cottonballs would turn to brain
give me that sweet, bitter, pain
Moving the tide and changing the subject
and take a moment on my life to reflect
if at all it is possible for one to create
a contented mind before it’s too late
A black dog joins me in the void
that's me, I'm mightily annoyed
give me a ladder to climb out
I'll treat you to a stout!
***
August 5, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
As evening approached,
its heights dressed in a garment of black.
Ishtar, shining playfully next to the rising moon,
penetrated my mind with thoughts.
Squandering away our gift of life
Caught up in the madness and mundane
Our soul’s strength remains unabated
The veil lifting between pleasure and pain
Though in our earthly state we are confused
Avoiding thorns on the paths we choose
By keeping our eyes on the ground below
We pay the price for the views we lose
Raise your eternal eyes to the skies above
Make darkness your home, your fearless home
Ethereal, elusive you shall be
while through stars and moon your soul will roam
Hunting boars and stags in their rightful seasons,
Just like the Fianna I would have my reasons.
In whispering woods I’d seek out refuge,
Within a plethora of trees so majestic and huge.
Taking advice from nature and her grace,
Living as one with my surroundings I’d embrace.
Though harsh it shall be mentally and physically
I will survive, bumping into myself, inevitably
Hiding my true self from human interference
Near animals I trust as my kin in natural brilliance
Fiann in my heart, peaceful in my mind
From this day forward they're my kind
***
April 29, 2017
Copyright © Darren White and White Wolf