White Poems - Poems about White

the weight of silence cold eyes trace the fragile air uncertain dawn waits a storm in my chest a sigh rests between lost words a hush in the air ...

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She smiles like a mission statement— all vision boards and decaf compassion. Says she’s rooting for you, then plants rumors like heirloom tomatoes: carefully spaced, watered just enough to grow wild in someone else’s yard. You know the type. Squeals I'd never right before she does— but soft, with mittens on. The kind of sabotage that leaves no fingerprints, just your name smudged under a headline she pretends not...

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yellow dandelions heads ripen to white with age first breeze, they lose hair ...

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massed magpies in a black and white city united in joy ...

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white noise static in the night the promise of sleep posted on April 27, 2025...

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Snow falls silently here On Pahalgam's mourning hills Pure crystal white turned red White flakes bear witness to loss Each one holds a mother's tear Snow remembers all Innocent faces frozen In time's bitter glass Terror's footprints disappear Yet snow preserves the sorrow Through snow-capped...

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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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