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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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Sophia White Poems
Dare I Hope?
Dare I hope to hope?
Is it safe? Is it right?
Am I hoping for nothing
But a black and empty night?... more »
Something About A Forest
There’s just something about a forest
That makes the turbulent soul fall still
And listen to the mournful dirge
Of the solemn whipporwhill.... more »
A String Of Simile
Words bind me, wrapping around me like vines
And like vines they grow, and constrict, like a boa
And like a boa they hiss in my ear, the most wonderful things.... more »
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.... more »
Paper Airplane
I've made a paper airplane
With wings of Crayola blue
I made it just for me
To fly away with you.... more »
A Child's Dream
I loved to look upon him,
The Hunter near the Way.
So strong his arm and long his bow
And so bashful of the Day.... more »
A Song
The sky is bright, the sun’s on the sea
The salt’s in the wind and the wind’s on me.
The world is good, the weather’s fair,... more »
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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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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
Sophia White is a passionate, beautiful writer. Her delicate pictures combine
clarities & understandings—aspiring for her youth. Long live her poems! Sus x