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.
(Age 8)
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you beat?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you weap?
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Full moon’s beaming
What is baby dreaming?
Of sweet little sonnets,
Blue baby bonnets,
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Their little hearts beat
Inside of their mother
Tiny hands and feet
You kill one after another
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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
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Though last nights prayer
Brought on deep conversation
I found myself
In a sleep aspiration
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