Sophia White

Rookie - 3 Points ('90 / America)

Sophia White Poems

241. A String Of Simile 4/16/2007
242. Ephesians 1: 18 4/17/2008
243. Campfire 8/23/2006
244. The Making Of Kites 7/29/2006
245. There's A World Out There 3/28/2007
246. The World Is Quiet Here 3/24/2006
247. Grandmother 5/11/2006
248. Oh! How I Want Adventure! 5/28/2006
249. Paper Airplane 10/22/2006
250. To The Storyteller 3/2/2006
251. Something About A Forest 3/3/2006
252. Dare I Hope? 3/6/2006

Comments about Sophia White

  • 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

  • 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

Best Poem of Sophia White

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?

Hope should make me happy.
I should laugh, sing, and dance
Because I am hoping. Right?
Ha! Not a chance.

How is it that hope can leave me
Trembling in the darkness?
How is it that something so “good”
Should leave me feeling helpless?

Dare I hope to hope?
What difference does it make?
Fate will be fate in the end,
It will either “make or break.”

Does Fate regard my hope?
Does She listen? Or care?
Am I shooting for a ...

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When Words Fail

I once thought words held everything,
Each dream and thought and sight.
They could express the heart and soul
Make the leaden spirit take flight.
I thought that every feeling inside
Could be released by a single sound,
But then I met someone – you
And words crashed to the ground.
No word could show just how I feel

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