Irina Whitford

Rookie (1/4/1962 / Waimate. South Island, New Zealand.)

Irina Whitford Poems

1. Tom 4/26/2008
2. Casting Shadows 4/26/2008
3. Free 4/26/2008
4. Silent Scream 4/26/2008
5. Broken Wings 11/17/2004
6. My Keepsake 11/17/2004
7. Deceptive Bends 4/26/2008
8. Dreamweaver 4/26/2008
9. I Am Here... 4/26/2008
10. A Dream I Had 4/26/2008
11. A Bud In Bloom 4/26/2008
12. You Won'T Say My Name 2/18/2011
13. To Know Yourself 2/18/2011
14. There You Stood 4/26/2008
15. Inside The Wire 4/26/2008
16. Ghost Rider 4/26/2008
17. Dear Grandma 4/26/2008
18. Just One Minute More 2/18/2011

Comments about Irina Whitford

  • a life time (5/11/2018 3:29:00 PM)

    i liked your just one minute more poem

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  • great poems (5/9/2018 3:23:00 AM)

    they are all pretty deep and emotional

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  • Sabrina Bailey (10/24/2008 9:22:00 PM)

    I enjoyed your poem Dear Grandma so much I decided to use it as a poem analysis paper for my English class. I knew I wanted to write about my own Grandma and your poem said everything I felt. It was easy for me to analyze every line and think of how it correlated to my own life. I miss my Grandma just as much as you do. Thank you for bringing back so many wonderful memories.

    Sabrina Bailey

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Best Poem of Irina Whitford

There You Stood

You stood there,
Hands thrust deep in pockets
Not trusting yourself in case...
You stood there,
Trying to maintain some self control
But I could see your inward struggle.
You stood there,
Looking deep into my eyes
What was staring you in the face...
You stood there still,
Eyes downcast as were your defenses...
While you stood there you were Unconsciously showing me
How vulnerable you really are...
Behind the mask you wear
With all pretence you share
Is a man slowly dying of fear...
Scared of being released from ...

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Ghost Rider

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.
From whence he came I do not know
On stoney ground covered in snow
Myself laid still, I shall not show to
To the Ghost Rider passing by
When all went quiet, still and sound