Biography of Whitney Albright
Whitney Albright Poems
(Age 8) Oh heart, oh heart, why must you beat? Oh heart, oh heart, why must you weap?
Full moon’s beaming What is baby dreaming? Of sweet little sonnets, Blue baby bonnets,
Their little hearts beat Inside of their mother Tiny hands and feet You kill one after another
A Lucky Frog
I walked in to the marshes sad And spotted him there on the lilly pad He sat there, so very tiny With slippery feet that were way too slimy
Though last nights prayer Brought on deep conversation I found myself In a sleep aspiration
A Honduran man left his kids and wife To give them all a better life Of no more hunger, no more thirst No more waiting on misery to spread worse
'The Sense Of Smell'
In a sense, it’s not the heart or the mind That triggers memories so deeply confined They only play a common role In those mad moments that flood the soul
...To Be Loved...
I asked a languished friend, “Why did you never marry? ” His pupils seemed to transcend As he thought on the contrary
What Is The Grass?
I saw a toddler pondering at the grass Wondering what it was as she passed She pulled wild flowers out from their patch How'd that get there? She thought as she’d snatch
'Dance In The Wind'
A father and child walk in the garden lane Under the flourescent trees which reign It's the garden of Eden in modern day They gather flowers for babies' bouquet
I walked into my room and slammed the door The mirror fell onto the floor So frustrated, I my head shook I turned around to give it a look
'Because I Know You're There'
Age 12 Many tears cover my eyes, For many burdens I bear.
Dear God, I can barely look at him through this window of my car. So God, how can you stand to watch from this window in your heart? The rain drops are trickling just as quick as my tears. Sweet Lord, you seem to know that I am crying in here.
A Halo Of Flowers
I propped my elbows on the old white picked fence And watched the daffodils lie down with the wind The honey-suckle filled the spring’s thick air With the daffodils, they too seemed to bend
'Tears Of Stone'
So afraid to shed a tear
Because a soul might stop to hear
The whole world would stop and look
At the moment of sorrow that I took
But instead, I stopped and let it out
I'm guessing the crowd is wondering about
Are they staring while I cry?
Can they not just pass me by?
O! How bad it hurts me inside