William Blake Beckett
William Blake Beckett Poems
I see a tundra filled with sparkling white.
I squint my eyes at it's dazzling allure.
And I wonder if it would be alright
If I were to hope to see it once more.
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Man in the sand
wearing a cloak
rags and scrap cloth
seethed as he choked
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Birds of prey
But are stuck to the ground
Trying to fly
When there's no one around
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Oh great-grandpa,
gone in a flash,
Survived three wars,
always under attack.
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100 children lie awake.
100 lashes left to take.
100 mouths still left to feed.
100 infants cry in need.
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On a hillside in the North
a drummer boy marches
parading through flying lead
wading through marshes
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Is it a blessing,
To have nine lives?
Is it a blessing,
To Know no lies?
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It's midnight in Mississippi.
I see no stars in the sky,
And I need none,
For I have no wishes.
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Two sides to every story,
What if both sides are wrong?
Then you have to find some answers
Can't we all just get along?
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Like a brilliant bolt of lightning,
This is the way the world will end;
Blackening, the world cries softly,
Hearts crack, and have no time to mend.
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White bird of peace,
won't you please come save me,
since I'm swallowed by grief and I need sweet release.
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William Blake Beckett Biography
(Firstly, if you ever have any questions regarding the meaning of a particular part of a poem or the poem as a whole, feel free to contact me.) I am an eighteen-year-old American college student currently in Oxford, Mississippi. I am six feet tall and 185 pounds, give or take five or so. I enjoy watching anime, reading, writing poetry, playing football (obviously) , eating, hanging around friends, playing video games, designing graphics (like my account's avatar) , and more of your average guy stuff (well, eating is normal, anyway) . I am shy in real life, but under the masks of a pen name and the internet, I tend to open up. Otherwise I must get to know you first. Currently a student in the Sally McDonnel-Barksdale Honors College at the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss) . I have a sometimes over-zealous sense of justice and pride, but can both make and take jokes. Reading one's poetry is a good way to get to know a person, but I will also chat if you wish. Just don't hold your breath on catching me online often, since my jobs keep me busy outside of school.)
The Best Poem Of William Blake Beckett
A Warmth Known Only To Me
I see a tundra filled with sparkling white.
I squint my eyes at it's dazzling allure.
And I wonder if it would be alright
If I were to hope to see it once more.
It is snow that causes swells in her chest
And her smile is what always stirs mine.
A flower at worst, an angel at best,
She stands, warm in winter, frozen in time.
Maybe one day I could summon the strength
To confess to her in the Winter heat
That one day we could, together, at length
Enjoy long moments where our eyes would meet.
And should I gaze upon her face again,
I would hope to feel snow upon my skin.
William Blake Beckett Comments
excellent poem William, a promise of great reads ahead i think
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1/14/2026 4:18:43 AM # 1.0.0
astounding poem, brings home the horrors of war and conflict