Sophia White

Rookie ('90 / America)

Sophia White Poems

41. Communion 2/27/2007
42. Composed At 10: 15 Friday Night 3/3/2006
43. Consider The Tree 2/27/2007
44. Crimson 9/13/2006
45. Dance With Me 11/2/2007
46. Dare I Hope? 3/6/2006
47. Darklings 5/12/2006
48. Dilemma 5/29/2006
49. Don'T Quote Me 2/26/2007
50. Dread 11/20/2007
51. Dream-Trip To Mars 4/17/2008
52. Drumming Fingers 10/10/2007
53. Dry Bones 5/1/2007
54. Earth Moments: The Dark 12/1/2006
55. Earth Moments: The Flowers 12/1/2006
56. Earth Moments: The Forest 12/1/2006
57. Earth Moments: The Mighty 12/1/2006
58. Elegy 3/2/2007
59. Ephesians 1: 18 4/17/2008
60. Essence 5/15/2006
61. Estranged 7/19/2006
62. Evenings In Jazz 5/17/2007
63. Fairies Come A-Calling 6/2/2006
64. Fairies In The Rushes 6/21/2006
65. Fingerprints 6/6/2006
66. Flicker 2/13/2008
67. Fly-By-Nights 11/15/2006
68. For Now 6/24/2006
69. Forest Friend 6/21/2006
70. Fragrant Night 11/10/2006
71. Free! 8/23/2006
72. Galoshesless 10/25/2006
73. Gibbous Over Wood 5/1/2007
74. Girls 3/20/2007
75. Good Work In Me 8/23/2006
76. Goodbye Stewie, Enjoy Hawaii 5/31/2006
77. Gossip 5/31/2006
78. Grandmother 5/11/2006
79. Happenstance 1/18/2007
80. Happy 4/19/2007
Best Poem of Sophia White

Dare I Hope?

Dare I hope to hope?
Is it safe? Is it right?
Am I hoping for nothing
But a black and empty night?

Hope should make me happy.
I should laugh, sing, and dance
Because I am hoping. Right?
Ha! Not a chance.

How is it that hope can leave me
Trembling in the darkness?
How is it that something so “good”
Should leave me feeling helpless?

Dare I hope to hope?
What difference does it make?
Fate will be fate in the end,
It will either “make or break.”

Does Fate regard my hope?
Does She listen? Or care?
Am I shooting for a ...

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Promise Kept

Trapped in a dark and clammy hole,
Pain lanced through heart and soul,
No rest, no peace, no comfort found
In walls or ceiling, air or ground.

I gnashed my teeth and ripped my hair,
Called for you, but you weren’t there.
I screamed and cursed, clawed my face,
But you had vanished without a trace.

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