Sophia White

Rookie ('90 / America)

Sophia White Poems

161. I Want A Wind 2/27/2007
162. I Long With Blood And Bone To Carve My Name 9/5/2007
163. I Found It All 8/27/2006
164. I Don'T Want To Be Here 5/31/2006
165. I Don'T Know 12/1/2006
166. I Cannot 5/12/2006
167. I Bow To None 6/8/2006
168. How Bright! 3/3/2006
169. Hot Summer Afternoon 6/27/2007
170. Hope, Answers 3/24/2006
171. Home 2/16/2007
172. Heroica 5/21/2006
173. Happy 4/19/2007
174. Happenstance 1/18/2007
175. Grandmother 5/11/2006
176. Gossip 5/31/2006
177. Goodbye Stewie, Enjoy Hawaii 5/31/2006
178. Good Work In Me 8/23/2006
179. Girls 3/20/2007
180. Gibbous Over Wood 5/1/2007
181. Galoshesless 10/25/2006
182. Free! 8/23/2006
183. Fragrant Night 11/10/2006
184. Forest Friend 6/21/2006
185. For Now 6/24/2006
186. Fly-By-Nights 11/15/2006
187. Flicker 2/13/2008
188. Fingerprints 6/6/2006
189. Fairies In The Rushes 6/21/2006
190. Fairies Come A-Calling 6/2/2006
191. Evenings In Jazz 5/17/2007
192. Estranged 7/19/2006
193. Essence 5/15/2006
194. Ephesians 1: 18 4/17/2008
195. Elegy 3/2/2007
196. Earth Moments: The Mighty 12/1/2006
197. Earth Moments: The Forest 12/1/2006
198. Earth Moments: The Flowers 12/1/2006
199. Earth Moments: The Dark 12/1/2006
200. Dry Bones 5/1/2007
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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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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