Sophia White

Rookie ('90 / America)

Sophia White Poems

121. Mother's Day Bouquet Ii 5/9/2008
122. Musinamor 7/18/2006
123. My Myles Has Gone Away 3/21/2006
124. My Myles Has Returned 3/23/2006
125. My Secret Greatness 7/21/2006
126. My Unseen Storyteller 7/8/2006
127. Mystique Of The Chimes 9/16/2006
128. Necromancer 10/29/2007
129. Not Quite A Dream 7/16/2007
130. Nounless 10/17/2006
131. Of Someone I Once Knew 8/23/2006
132. Of Traitors 7/20/2006
133. Oh! How I Want Adventure! 5/28/2006
134. Old Oak Tree 2/27/2007
135. Old, Blind, Glorious 8/28/2007
136. On The Use Of Narcotics For Inspiration 3/28/2007
137. Once The Cover's Shut 3/16/2007
138. Once They Are Written 5/2/2007
139. One Star 5/25/2006
140. Only Joy 2/27/2007
141. Only Three 6/2/2006
142. Orion 5/8/2006
143. Out The Window 3/7/2007
144. Paper Airplane 10/22/2006
145. Penny Gathering 7/18/2006
146. Perambulations 9/11/2006
147. Pervading Grays 3/20/2006
148. Photograph 2/13/2008
149. Poemhunter 5/14/2006
150. Poetry 3/7/2007
151. Porcupine 5/10/2006
152. Pride 5/10/2006
153. Prism 6/21/2006
154. Promise Kept 3/3/2006
155. Psalm 7/1/2006
156. Raining Light 8/28/2006
157. Read Me 9/11/2006
158. Refusal 10/22/2006
159. Return From A Search 3/7/2007
160. Revelation Of The Day 9/22/2008
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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When Words Fail

I once thought words held everything,
Each dream and thought and sight.
They could express the heart and soul
Make the leaden spirit take flight.
I thought that every feeling inside
Could be released by a single sound,
But then I met someone – you
And words crashed to the ground.
No word could show just how I feel

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