Best Dear Poems

Dear men,
Explain to me why I stand alone. 
Women are quick to uplift their father, sons, and brothers
Quick to maintain the home,
But when she needs support,
A woman stands alone
Explain to me why a woman has to stay in her “place”
Is there no room for a...

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I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin...

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Dear anxiety
Nemesis to my reality,
mental manipulator of tentative trust,
massacring my once sagacious soul -
you cut me into a slice of loneliness.

The fault is in our thoughts,
so I am haunted by the things you never said.
You remain silent to society's subjective eyes,
but a glimpse of a...

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Those gold ornate gates opened wide, 
and on wings she flew up above;
to join in heaven her true love.

And we who loved her on earth cried,
her name is Connie Marcum Wong;
I knew a lady kind and strong.

I still cannot believe she died,
she had a...

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YES DEAR!

I have here an old solution
For conflict resolution
Not to mention domestic pollution 
I say 'Yes Dear!'

When the situation is tense
With a subject like pounds and pence
To avoid sitting on the fence
I say 'Yes Dear!'

Though I sometimes feel sure I'm right
And would argue my point...

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Dear Quintain, how beautiful you are,
allowing us to paint the spacious sea or sky, 
landscapes, or nights’ celestial bodies beckoning from afar.
Even when my quill is running dry,
with you along, my thoughts are sure to fly!

For all I need to do
is let you slip inside,...

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Give thanks if you're healthy
  And give thanks if you're not;
Make sure to appreciate
  Whatever it is that you've got.
Just be grateful, my dear, 
  Give thanks with good cheer.

Give thanks if you're single,
  Give thanks if you're married;
Doesn't matter at...

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Gustav, how you pique the senses
          captured passion's plural tenses

lovers twined in percale folds
          caught supine with spattered golds

porcelain dolls in fetal slumbers
   ...

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Dear Ex,

I know you and I had our differences.
We were always finding new ways to say I loathe you.

It was my blameworthiness that allowed the rain to enter your car,
because your window was down.
I’m sorry I didn’t carry my 9 months of pregnant girth, 
down...

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Dear Humanity:

You know I love you, right?
Stop calling me Mother Nature!
I hate that!
Genderless am I…
Oh, yeah, I get the ‘bring life forth’ bit,
creator of new life, pregnant with your desire
…yada, yada, yada,
my womb is your hope,
my anger your demise.
You have dominion over me?
Get over yourself!
Not...

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I have learned to say thanks
... It's free
I can not remember that I sat on your lap when I was little
How delightful it is to have a child on my lap
I can not remember no one hugs
Today I hug you often
You feel discomfort
I have learned...

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oh come, my dear little wee one
      what a long, full day you've had
         this is the last that you'll see sun
   but please, now, don't you be sad

the sun,...

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Dear Budding Poet,

Modern poetry is a mix of new and old with modern styles created by bending or even breaking the rules of old forms to create new ones.
Express yourself any way you want to because the rules are not set in stone.

Ten Tips For...

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She’s always been a friendly sort
With kindness that I truly adore
With her pen, she never falls short
Always sincere and giving more

I love her verses, filled with wit
My words can’t possibly compare
She has humor that produces a fit
Of laughter that is, oh, so rare

She’s gives out...

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The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.

Exiled by the hypocrisy of...

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