Hi, my name is Whitney. I am a college student who finds time to write poetry. I write to understand myself. I read to understand others. Without poetry, the world would lack expression. more »
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Whitney Albright Poems
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you beat? Oh heart, oh heart, why must you weap? Oh heart, oh heart, why must you hide? Oh heart, oh heart, what lies inside?
Full moon’s beaming What is baby dreaming? Of sweet little sonnets, Blue baby bonnets,
Years ago, with deep inquiry I propped up my feet to read your diary With each page I craved it more and more To touch the earth and be outdoors
A Lucky Frog
I walked in to the marshes sad And spotted him there on the lilly pad He sat there, so very tiny With slippery feet that were way too slimy
Their little hearts beat Inside of their mother Tiny hands and feet You kill one after another
Though last nights prayer Brought on deep conversation I found myself In a sleep aspiration
'The Strength Within'
The dark clouds are filling the skies. The rain will soon settle in. My sorrow then begins to rise. Find strength within, find strength within.
'The Sense of Smell'
In a sense, it’s not the heart or the mind That triggers memories so deeply confined They only play a common role In those mad moments that flood the soul
A Honduran man left his kids and wife To give them all a better life Of no more hunger, no more thirst No more waiting on misery to spread worse
I'll Give You A Flower, Mother
I’ll give you a flower, mother I’ll give you a flower, dear For life is but a garden To children of 5 years
...To Be Loved...
I asked a languished friend, “Why did you never marry? ” His pupils seemed to transcend As he thought on the contrary
'An Ocean in Those Eyes of Yours'
There is an ocean in those eyes of yours Which washes me away to distant shores Entangles me in its corals and colorful weeds Loses me in its unsteady speeds
I walked into my room and slammed the door The mirror fell onto the floor So frustrated, I my head shook I turned around to give it a look
Dear God, I can barely look at him through this window of my car. So God, how can you stand to watch from this window in your heart? The rain drops are trickling just as quick as my tears. Sweet Lord, you seem to know that I am crying in here.
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Oh heart, oh heart, why must you beat?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you weap?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you hide?
Oh heart, oh heart, what lies inside?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you cry?
Oh heart, oh heart, why do you despise?
Oh heart, oh heart, why are you weak?
Oh heart, oh heart, why can't you speak?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you burn?
Oh heart, oh heart, why can't you learn?
Oh heart, oh heart, what went wrong?
Oh, heart, oh heart, can't you be strong?
Oh heart, oh heart, why are you blue?
Oh heart, oh heart, where are you?