White Poems - Poems about White

A little girl coming out of a Woolworth store. An eye in my mind begins to clothe its sight with a past image. She has pink ribbons in her hair and a blue dress, maybe she had just come from church. Little black child being tugged quickly through a disapproving, white-skinned crowd. It is not wrong to think of poets as painters. We offer pictures that can...

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White Suits and Wet Streets, A Miami Vice Poem The pastel blur of Ocean Drive at twilight, a saxophone weeping through the humid air. White linen jackets catching the neon glow, shoulder pads sharp enough to cut the tension. Crockett's stubble, a permanent shadow, Tubbs' wry smile, a shield against the grit. Their Daytona Spyder, a white streak of rebellion, slicing through the...

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You know the colour of peace is white — And no wonder, white suits you so well. I live in a world woven with dark, And in its midst, you shine — Bright as the moon, Calm in my chaos, Light in my night. I’m really bad with words, Terrible at saying what I truly feel — So you might never know… That you’ve always...

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"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet I love to sit and watch the clouds, as they dance across the big blue sky. If I watch and wait what will I see, animals like a zoo walking by. One day I ask a big bright white cloud, where are you going? I was shocked when it answered back, off...

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Now I am taking a walk along the shore; I can see the blue sky and the sun Painting a golden haze over the water; I can smell the fresh air; It is always different when you smell along the shore; The sand is smooth and I can sense it Cuddling my feet; There is a Tip Toe – Sand Affair As I...

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With His arms wide open and His head bowed low He prayed to His Father, without making a show Two thieves at His side, one repented one not Savior of this world, gave it all He got They placed Him in a tomb and rolled up the stone all that was left of Him was flesh...

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I never reached out for your hand— Fingers interlacing, hearts intertwining. My words blistered on my tongue, And I tucked the unanswered glances Back into silence, Like love letters never sent. What do I do with the love I couldn't give? I'll bleed it onto blank white pages, Ink running from my arteries. My stanzas will contain The glory of my memories, And my metaphors...

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A tricolor dream, a vibrant call, Green, white, and red embracing all. A nation's heart in hues so bright, A beacon shining pure and light. Green, the promise, fertile grace, Where roots run deep in every space. A thriving land where hopes take flight, And future blossoms pure and bright. White, the purity, a mountain's gleam, A tranquil peace, a flowing stream. And kindness blends...

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The grainy screen, a world of olive drab, Vic Morrow's weathered face, a soldier's weary stab At duty, honor etched in lines so deep, While young Rick Jason fought the promises to keep. Remember Hanley's squad, a band of brothers true, Littlejohn the gentle giant, Caje, the feisty Jew. Kirby's reckless courage, Saunders' grim command, Through...

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Feet on land Heart in clouds Head lost in memories I play tunes of regrets on my saxophone And the nectar of love remains a craving Pleas sent to the skies for an immortal existence Laden with the warm gaze of my muse As he shall play for me, songs meant to wake me up From the slumber that he imposed upon me Feet...

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The wind moves soft through silver air, A hush upon the waking sea, And morning spills its golden light, On white foam on the bark of the tree. The waves have whispered through the night, Their hands have shaped the fleeting spray, Now pale as ghosts in trembling light, They gleam and softly fade away. A moment caught, a breath held fast, Yet time...

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To mix the two together only brings gray. Battling persona. Never on cue. For one’s never certain, which facade debuts. Dark finely feathered, filled with lustful charades Hides behind a notion of monogamous filled days Graceful creature. Godly vision in feather white Drawling towards her a suitor. Virtuous, her guise. Black swan cannot resist, as she struggles for breath. White swan...

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Mirror mirror on the wall she wants me so but I am little and she is white as snow. In this tale of small things Horny the 8th dwarf sings heigh-ho heigh-ho it’s off to twerk we go! Written: May 2015 Note:...

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With healing hands and hearts so bright, They stand for us in darkest night. Through trials fierce and battles long, Their courage sings a steadfast song. In sterile halls where pain resides, They fight for life on shifting tides. Through weary eyes and sleepless calls, They answer when the helpless falls. A stethoscope, their mighty sword, A voice of hope, their true reward. They mend...

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a runaway cloud streaks through an open sky spoiling the otherwise perfect blue AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 29, 2025...

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