Falling, Tripping, Dying: An Original Poem

This poem is about me, or about anyone, when they first fall in love. It’s like they’re falling but they don’t want to stop, even when they hit rock bottom and feel the pain, they still want it to go on.

Engagement, Couple, Romance, Bike

I keep falling

Head over heels for you

It keeps happening

Again and again and

There’s nothing I can do

Couple, Bride, Love, Wedding, Bench

I keep tripping

Over my thoughts of you

And I’m still running,

Reaching and reaching

Reaching out to you

Canola, Couple, Field, Sunset, In Love

I keep dying

Day after day for you

And I’m still trying

Trying and trying

Trying to have you.


Thanks for reading my little random thoughts, and please comment below what you were like when you first fell in love.

Noel White

A Love Story: An Original Poem

So, before you read this amazing poem, I want to give you a bit of background on the inspiration for this AMAZING story…

Pencil, Sharpener, Notebook, Paper

This is a poem based on my parents relationship and the relationships of some close family members. So, all in all, this is a fictional poem, but I really felt like it held a lot of emotions and like it expressed how our lives are truly a story greater than we can realize in a small moment. This is a poem about living. This is a poem about love. This is a poem about parenthood. This is a poem about life.

I hope you love it as much as I do, and have a happy happy week,

Noel White



Couple, Dawn, Dusk, Love, Man, Outdoors

The joy in his eyes,

As she says the word “yes;

The kiss for forever;

The cake on her dress.

Pretty Woman, Happy, Young, Female

A sliver of the sun;

A rainbow in the sky.

The eyes of a mother;

A baby’s first cry.

Daisy, Grass, Simple, Nature, Close-Up

A field of daisies

In a summer’s new day;

The giggles of children

As they run and play.


Military, Camouflage, Family, Life

The tears of his wife

As he says goodbye

The fear of forever

The questions of why



Sun Flower, Flower, Yellow Flower, Bloom

The beauty of the storm

The way the sun shone

The hug of a daughter

When her dad came home


Milky Way, Starry Sky, Night Sky, Star

A wish upon a star

A wound newly mended

An everlasting scar

A misery ended.



Shrine, Tombstone, Red Rose

The rose of a lover

The heart you’ll always save

The sickness that took her

The husband at the grave
Road, Haze, Fog, InfrastructureThe son who grew up strong

The daughter so loving

The end of a long road

A new story beginning.


Rainy Days

Last night I fell asleep to the rain pounding on the windows and the thunder crashing overhead, and I was brought back to one particular memory, one of the few that I have of this timeframe.

Rainy, Rain, Rainy Day, Tran, Water

It was a while ago, when I was five or six years old, when my family lived in Chicago Illinois. My mom was just picking up me and my older brother from school when it started to drizzle, but we only lived a few blocks away, so we figured we might as well trudge on. I remember walking in between the tall brick buildings and seeing the potted flowers, and stomping in puddles as the thunder and lightning crashed up above.

Flowers, Rainy Weather, Flower, Wet

I remember how my mom clutched my hand tighter, and the slick, slippery feel of my rainboots…and I remember how everything felt droopy and gloomy. Then, it started literally raining sheets of water down on us, so we started not walking, but running through the streets. I remember laughing as I tried to keep up with my mom and older brother because I wanted to hide how nervous I was.

Rain, Puddle, Water, Mirroring, Wet

I also remember the sigh of relief that went through my body as we reached the familiar porch and wooden front door or our familiar house. I remember stepping inside, and breathing a sigh of relief. I remember how itchy and soggy everything felt after that, and how my socks were soaked through, and how we all changed into pajamas and cuddled on the couch with our homework and hot cocoa.

Hot Chocolate, Cocoa, Coffee, Chocolate

I know it may seem silly, but this is one of my favorite memories. Just the fact that I wasn’t alone and how free I felt as I ran through the rain, how good it felt to arrive safely home. It is something I’ll never forget.

Love you all,

Noel White

Rainy Days