Brett White Poems

Thou art a soft Rolling Sea of Poetry,
Rolling, rolling, rolling all day o'er me.
Graceful and light thine eyes spark such Great Fires
Inside of my Spirit that these Desires
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Lord, please remember my tears in judgment.
Let my prayers be sweet incense unto thee;
And my life an acceptable sacrifice as well.
May my repentance be met with total amendment,
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Sometimes the Sun shines in the darkest places,
Bringing Light where only deepest traces
Of Pain in Love can be found. And profound
Longing trickles with the Brook's saddest sound,
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Her eyes are like a sepulchre gently calling me,
They invite me to stay for all eternity...
Locked behind a door from which no soul escapes:
The lowliest of dungeons within Hell's estates.
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God help me,
Help myself-
to see beyond:
my broken heart.
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I said in a prayer, 'Please, give me a Sign...'
And the Sign was thus provided, by God,
The Father of All,
Creator of Man,
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Some days bounce like the Sun's rays through the clouds,
Others resemble the moon whom dark fog shrouds.
All that I know is the past is long dead,
So I seek greater joys in days ahead.
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When it feels like all I have loved has left,
And that my deft touch maybe wasn't so deft;
I turn my eyes to the Heavens with tears,
They pour like rain from pain held in over years.
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I thought my poetry was uniquely charming,
She might have thought it strangely alarming.
Now I am lost in my mind reminiscing,
Over memories of the last 3 I was kissing.
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Sometimes when caged, Freedom seems lost,
A memory fading like Smoke,
Drifting on the ocean, a ship tossed-
In Winds of Fate, Mother Nature's cloak.
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