Bath Time – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

Happy Friday to you all! I have for you another free verse piece to help top off the week.


Bath Time:

Five decapitated mermaids
float by,

their heads settling
at the bottom of the tub

in the shape of a
crescent moon

As I pour water
through my daughter's hair,

I’m contemplating repetition's
place in our lives

To bathe the child,
to rise in the morning,

to face the challenges
of work, of living

Are these things
not holy?

What could be more

than selflessly giving our time,
these numbered days,

without the expectation of

It is for you, my little birds,
for you, I answer the call

-Brandon White

The Smell of Rain – A Poem by Brandon White

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A new free verse piece waits below. Progress is being made on my new poetry collection. More information to follow. Thanks to you all for your continued support and encouragement!

The Smell of Rain:

Step into the day
and into the cool air
charged with rumors
of rain

This is what's been missed,
the gathering storm
humming electric,
pure and threatening

What could stoke
the flame of wonder
like the hands of

Do you kneel
to the natural forces?
That was a rhetorical

The dancing trees,
the blades of grass,
the horse in its running,
man and his wild confusion;

All eyes turn to
the darkening clouds

-Brandon White

Outstretched – A Poem by Brandon White

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A new free verse piece waits below. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy.


The dull ache
of my lower back
is an alarm ringing
that I brush off
as a test

There’s a cure to this
tension readily available,
and a ghost
that calls
to be free

If I turn
to the right too quickly,
I see a million stars
before I lose
my breath

The pain echos
up my spine and radiates
out to the tips
of my outstretched

reaching up to a heaven
that never reaches

-Brandon White

The Challenge – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

After a false start, a new free verse piece both fresh and inspired.

The Challenge:

To remember that poetry
is continuously present,
this is the challenge

To recall in moments
of overwhelm that tax
the mind so heavily

that the poems remain,
waiting patiently
for you to realize

that all that's required
of you is a moment
of placidity,

where the heart,
the mind, and the hand

-Brandon White

Nude – A Poem by Brandon White

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Another new free verse piece waits below to help you see your way into the weekend. Enjoy.


Lay bare and
offer up your throat

Is this not what it is
to engage the craft?

To open yourself up
to annihilation?

To dangle the heart
from a string

and offer up
the dagger?

You want a bit
of danger?

You want to show some
goddamn courage?

Put pen
to paper

and let

-Brandon White

Self – A Poem by Brandon White

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Another new free verse piece waits below. I truly appreciate the support I’ve received here.



Reflecting on
the nature of the heart,
the caged bird singing,
what is this lack of

The endless
internal war of self,
I'm all blood and guts
on the inside,

aren't you?

-Brandon White

Step Through – A Poem by Brandon White

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A new free verse piece waits below.



Remember why

and be free of the expectations,

of the unwinnable war

While you were chasing
the dangling carrot,

they were stealing
the fight

Be free of the hacks,
and secret soccer-mom nymphos

Be free of those feigning

What once was has
passed away

There's no returning


-Brandon White

Grip – A Poem by Brandon White

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A free verse poem waits below. Enjoy.


I feel like standing
beneath scalding water
until I'm stripped
to the bone

There's no shame
like trying to fit the mold
That’s the stuff that
fucks with the soul,

the kind of thing
that slowly dims the light
in your eyes and makes you
unrecognizable to your mother

So why is it so hard
to unclench the fist
when you already know
the hand is empty?

-Brandon White

The Calling – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

A new free verse #poem to kick-off the week.

 The Calling:

This morning, there was nothing new
about the world
The same routines carried out,
the same blue sky,
and I felt nothing for it

Perhaps I should switch
back to coffee,
maybe switch up what I eat?
I'm calling for an end
to this numbing

I'm calling for the poems
to find their teeth,
I’m calling for the death
of my need for validation
I’m calling for the end
of every forced smile

I'm calling for good whiskey
and better company
I'm calling for the wild beating
of my heart
I'm calling for some goddamn

and a respite from my
eternal dissatisfaction

-Brandon White

No Explanation – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

Today marks two years since my Fathers passing. A free verse poem waits below.

No Explanation:

Outside this window,
the cycle continues
without my participation,
without my permission,
without regard

Inside its heartburn
and headaches and silence
only interrupted by my phone
dancing across the nightstand
with condolences

This morning, I tried
to explain heaven
and stopped

-Brandon White