Sophie Poems - Poems about Sophie

To the White Rose of Germany , In memory of Sophie Scholl and the White Rose resistance group

In halls where silence cloaked the dread,
You raised a voice, though fear had spread.
With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight,
You lit a candle in the night.

Not with guns, nor iron might,
But truth and courage, fierce and bright.
A rose in winter, pure and still,
Defying hate with steadfast will.

Your words, like whispers through the air,
Asked hearts to

where is Sophie

the dogs seemed confused
We had taken Sophie with us
She was their old queen
feisty, grouchy, throwing out edicts
where is she? They asked us with their dog eyes
What did you do with her? They accused us.
We were already hurting; Sophie’s stroke had taken the energy out of us.
My husband and I were quiet for several days, hurting

Sophie

Sophie and her family
Had once found
Two sicklish cub lionesses
In the forest.
And had decided to take them home;

They had a big garden.
So her father and she
Had decided to keep them;

The lionesses
Not only turned up healthy
But they even made cubs;

Sophie would go
And spend time with them
Regularly;

One day when she walked
Outside in the garden
And found the cubs reading

Sophie Throup

Morrisons it seems? have got into gear,  And Sophie Throup i'd buy
Her a beer.' Or a celery juice whatevers her thing i reckon
This lil beauty will bring in troops, aisles will ring many more shoppers
Will visit Morrisons, i'd sary due to the landowners trials
Of today.' For now its our farmers.' So let tomorrow be

Phil Lost Sophie

met a friend...phil...at an english 
school coffee shop called the
"you came" - 'bridge cafe'

phil...with his 'full loss of fees'
asked for one 'existent-shell' espresso...
as a wake-up phenomena...logically, on me

then, the diction....airy as it was...
just a 'full loss of why'...sewed wings
on phil over his 'full loss of sophie'


stans sand

Sophie His Sister

"Inspired by  The Sick Child by Edward Munch 1907  Oils on Canvas." The Poet

Motif etched first then done in hues of green,
Light embracing her red hair to set the scene.
A sign of resignation on her pretty, pale face,
Once she carried herself with style and grace.

Her dear mother weeps in deep misery,
Besotted with grief,

My Friend Sophie

My friend Sophie says there is no honor among thieves
she'd steal your man if he likes to creep
then rationalize away any sense of shame
saying if no one is married it's just another thang
My friend Sophie speaks of pride and choice
a hint of ambition is casting her voice
Candidly she told me she'll gladly trade
job for kid

Phil-Awes-Sophie

the full-of-sophicals...
give
a full-loss-of-why...

as
a full-loss-of-fee...
but

to fill-loss-of-why's
is
to fill-loss-of-fees

and
to file-off-a-sophical
loss

stan sand

Sophie Soulsister

We were the bond unbreakable that broke true
For I loved with a love unbreakable true.
But You, dearest Sophie girl, so cold and warm like spending the night outside but coming in warm like
My blood on your sweater, a blood so glittering gold
This is the legacy that prophecies foretold.
For you were the wind that propelled my

The Dandelion and the Lamb

Sophie
Fell from heaven 
Hated and abandoned 
Trodden under by everyone
Trapped in the cracks of the earth by her roots 
A lamb came to the lonely sun 
And lifted the flower
Who is known as  
Sophie

Loved By Sophie

My cocker spaniel will be despondent tomorrow
For I am returning to school for an eight hour day
Worse, I made plans for the evening

Sophie will curl up in my blankets, smelling me,
Wishing I was here, until she falls asleep
She has a little step stool to get up on the bed

My husband will watch her while he

Clerihew Sophie Arp

Sophie Arp a multi-talented Swiss miss
won over her famous husband Hans,with  a kiss
equally famous,now it may be said
for on fifty-franc note appears her sweet lips &head*

* the only Swiss woman to have been so honoured with such a glass-ceiling moment

Sophie

Sophie Scholl was raised a Christian in a Lutheran family
Born in the town of Forchtenberg in south west Germany
For standing defiant against evil with her young life she'd pay
In a country that was in deep turmoil and had lost its way.

She was a young teenager in nineteen thirty three
When a new leader offering hope, emerged

Sophie Helen and Shark

Sophie Helen is a cocker of sorts
She loves to sleep, denies all kinds of sports.
Enormous running days over for years.
She chases raccoons, has no obvious fears.

But only occasionally, for she is lazy and fat.
She eats baloney, and dances with Shark, our tom cat.
I never saw that ever in my life before
Says Vi, my elderly neighbor

Sophie of Salem Lake

Lake of Salem held secrets long forgotten by the good people.
Sophie the youngest girl ever drowned for being a witch kept watch
She kept a nightly vigil, checking on her mother and her sisters.
They had risen toward the top of the lake on magic poles.

Sentinels without eyes, punctured by the good people of Salem,
Who were attempting

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