Richard White's Poetry

Back to the Bloom: A Psychedelic Birthday Journey Home to Love, Light, and the Wild Within

Today’s prompt invites something beautifully structured yet deeply personal: write a poem where every stanza carries the same number of lines—steady as breath, consistent as a heartbeat—and let it guide the reader somewhere. Not just across words, but inward. Instruction becomes ritual. Form becomes a …

NaPoWriMo Day 26: Ars Poetica — Writing from the Fracture

There’s a long-standing tradition in poetry—dating back to Horace—called ars poetica, or “the art of poetry.” It asks a simple but loaded question: why do we write? For some, poetry is beauty. For others, it’s truth. For me, it’s survival. Today’s poem doesn’t soften that …

Where the Wind Keeps What We Lose

It’s a measure of time. A quiet ritual. A way to sit with what lingers when the day has burned itself down to embers. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind—is meant to settle in the chest like a slow warmth, something that doesn’t ask for attention, …

March of the Writers: Day 2: Define Yourself

A seeker of light in the shadows, a poet with ink-stained hands, I am a story still being written. My pages hold verses of love and loss, resilience and redemption—proof that even in the darkest chapters, there is always room for hope.”