Poetry by Kerri Gates-White


The Reckless Ones

The windshield drowns in moisture
No one can judge us now
Can’t hear our intellect now
How can they say we’re different now?
They can’t see our originality
through the window tint
Can’t hear our voices over their own emptiness
Water the seeds to murder the crop
hide the burdens to birth the stupidity,
yet after all that, we’re the reckless ones.

Why expect they could see through clear glass
when they can’t even render themselves?
Little cowards with so much potential
throwing it away for a quick glance at society

If the crowd measures individuality
we’d be the big zero, but numerous in translucency
beaten to death with today’s extremely ‘high’ standards,
built on a reputation that denies morals their existence,
yet after all that, we’re the reckless ones

To be described as such but feel so relaxed;
we’re not the ones demolishing our future’s potential.
Maybe tomorrow, today will mock the unjustified yesterday
Maybe they’ll fall into an inevitable maturity;
Maybe they’ll fall into us,
yet after all that, we’re still the reckless ones…


It’s raining
and I’m standing here
on the world to turn a little faster.

The sun is covered
by the irritated clouds
they’ll return his freedom.

I flow
like the whites of the ocean
to come in contact with beauty.
I hope you know that beauty is you.

fills a dark sky;
You are nowhere to be found.
I sit here
in the past from which I’ll never emerge.

Turn You Into A Song

When you’re not around,
I turn you into a song.
I channel through
the world of lyrics
until I find a melody
with you inside of it.

I listen deeply
sing all the words I know,
and turn my empty sad mind
into a happy place that I envy.

I Outloved You

If I told myself,
even for a second,
that I needed you at all…

That was a second
my mind was displaced.

I guess you never knew
just how much
of a pathological nuisance
you had become.

You’re just too deaf
to intelligence
to notice,
but hear me
(for once)
when I say
that’s exactly what you are-
a nuisance, to say the least.

If, in a desperate moment,
I needed you
but you were long gone.

I supressed; overcame.
Your memory dissipated
like dew on the green,

…and I outloved you.

11150563_10153269391608205_3093378684527190742_nKerri Gates-White is a 29-year-old writer and an amateur photographer from Jackson, Tennessee. Writing since childhood, Kerri received third place in a writing contest at the age of 14. She had multiple poems published by a local publishing company at that time.  Kerri is a mother of two daughters, ages 6 and 9. She works in retail management, and is currently a Junior at Belhaven University. She is studying to obtain her Bachelor’s of Science degree in Business Administration with an emphasis on Criminal Justice.

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One thought on “Poetry by Kerri Gates-White

  1. I really loved your poetry and could relate to it very well with similiar experiences within your words. Beautifully written💜.


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