Sophia White

Rookie - 3 Points ('90 / America)

Sophia White
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When Sophia is not at class, doing homework, trimming hedges, spelunking, sleeping, eating, reading, or spending time with her frieds, she writes poetry. 'I first became interested in poetry when I took a class on it in the ninth grade, ' says Ms. White. 'I am enthralled by such poets as Shel Silverstein, Alfred Noyes, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Don Marquis.' When asked where she finds her inspiration for her poems, Ms White thoughtfully twirls one golden red curl around a finger before replying, 'I think that people I know well and care about a lot can move me to words, as well as particularly emotional experiences. That is when I write my more personal poems, such as 'Darklings' and 'When ... more »

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  • Dickson Mseti Dickson Mseti (4/26/2010 4:31:00 AM)

    POETS HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON. LOVE FOR THE PEOPLE AND THEY ARE LIKE SOLDIERS IN WAR.THEY RESCUE EACH OTHER, HELP EACH OTHER AND DIE FOR THE WHOLE COMMUNITY.THANK YOU FOR BEING A POET.

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  • Brian Dorn Brian Dorn (2/26/2007 3:07:00 PM)

    Sophia, your poetry is so good it makes it difficult to comment piece by piece. Instead, your gift for words instills an urgency to read on and on. In my opinion, the mark of great poetry. You have an amazing talent... you are destined for greatness.
    Brian

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  • Goldy Locks (7/8/2006 1:40:00 AM)

    Sophia White is a passionate, beautiful writer. Her delicate pictures combine
    clarities & understandings—aspiring for her youth. Long live her poems! Sus x

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Best Poem of Sophia White

Darklings

This place is now a nest of darklings.
The air is rank with all their lies.
Once it rang with truth so sparkling;
But now, in the storm, truth dies.
The hall is dark, and much too fright’ning.
I’d rather stay beneath the bed.
The thunder screams behind the lightning.
Ill sirens scream inside my head.
I wonder if the Light is coming.
How I yearn to go Home.
I want no more of Hate’s smug humming.
No more this earth I wish to roam.
Oh, Jesus…
Take me home.

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