Biography of Irina Whitford
I really enjoy writing poetry, I write from personal experiences and on a good day my writing can flow freely.
Irina Whitford's Works:
Alot of my work has been published with my permission through Poetry.com in various books released by them, I have yet to publish my own book of all of my original work, some of what I have put up on this site.
Irina Whitford Poems
On windy moor in teeming rain I saw a vision clear and plain I hushed my breath nor called, not I to The Ghost Rider passing by.
Just One Minute More
Our time is so precious An hour, maybe more I ask you to stay for just one minute more... When time goes against us
There is a speckled photograph It's sepia in hue While the foregrounds unfamiliar In the centre there sits you.
Inside The Wire
There is life here. The wind dances around the trees, Playing chase with all foliage. Birds prepare to nest and build heartily
There You Stood
You stood there, Hands thrust deep in pockets Not trusting yourself in case... You stood there,
A Bud In Bloom
There's a scent like no other As the petals unfold Slowly opening to reveal The inner sanctum
A Dream I Had
Upon a steed of white came he As I stepped from the mist, He did dismount - I did recount That moment we first kissed.
I Am Here...
Soulmate, you don't know me yet But I'm everywhere you go I pass you often on the street Not that you'd ever know.
You thought you were The master of disguise, Hiding everything about yourself As you wove your web of deceit.
He thought he played his game so well But he didn't know me very well... At all. He thought he had the midas touch
Locked deep within my heart Are memories and pain You came into my life And then you left again.
Broken Wings As I tumble from the sky A downward spiral
I think I must be dreaming? I hear the ticking of the clock I can hear somebody screaming Could this be a mental block?
The deck was stacked against me It was right from the start, I got dealt the Joker I should have had the King of Hearts.
No-one ever truly knows
The depths of one's despair
We only know his pain was strong
As he's no longer here
There'll always be the question 'why? '
He felt the need to part
But for whatever reason...
Keep him safe within your heart.