Best Epistle Poems
An enchanted fairy-tale, a dreamlike state is my mind preoccupied without you
lying next to me.
Magical orbs are elements of love and the essence of paradise.
I was charmed by your smile and your gentle embrace captured my mind.
As celestial bodies, life revolves.
Delightful and fulfilled is memory of the years we had together.
What a shame it is we cannot reunite because of your sexual choices.
Was it that I did not satisfy your inner person?
Just wanted to let you know you are always a part of my thoughts and my
intuition.
You chose priesthood because you felt you had a greater purpose.
What does the future hold is questionable.
I am practicing celibacy also.
Without your vivacity, lethargy I feel.
My mind is set to find an exceptional man.
You where that love and now you are saved.
I am not afraid to uncage.
I want you to know I think of you and find inner peace from all that is true.
If ever I falter, I will follow your path.
This is because you believe in a greater purpose that is so incline to achieve the sensational bliss.
Love, our existence links.
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Contest Name: I THINK OF YOU
Penned February 12, 2015!
Dear, GF
No address my girlfriend.
In our relationship there is no end
All our romantic games are our address
Address i always using to send my feelings to you
That you are so special more than I show.
That you are my lover and you are all that I know.
Your smile and your heart and your eyes
I'll love you forever until the word of die.
You are truly my friend and you are my life.
You will soon be my beautiful wife.
You are my greatest strength,
I will die for you and go to any length.
You are the true person I need
Here i have you right now, indeed.
Because right now isn't enough but forever,
Without you there will never be completed of love heart.
Your beauty is truly from the heaven
Here I pray there is fabulous room right from beside you for me.
You are my beautiful soul and I can forget you never.
I just pray that we are always together now and forever.
Your, BF.
#EDM.
A list of rules upon your retirement
because I have my interests and activities;
no, we are not getting rid of my car,
I cherish my freedom to move.
I suggest you find your own pastimes,
you'd look pretty silly in red hat.
Oh, by the way, don't follow me shopping
in baseball cap, jeans and white socks.
Grocery planning is my domain
so don't hold forth on where to shop.
I'm out to bunco and Friends of the Library,
meetings held in the evening.
I knit with companions, again early evening,
don't call the shop to see if I'm there.
Remember we said that we'd travel?
There you go! Get to the travel agency.
Paris, Rome, London, I'm up for those.
I want to eat out whenever I wish,
no more big meals on weekends.
You get the picture? I'm retired, too!
When does the plane leave? I'm ready!
this epistle per mine choice of heir apparent presidential throne
composed from one liberal minded non-conformist rolling stone
prompted awareness that one voice can affect which contestant will win
and occupy the white house after the votes get tallied from political spin
aware thy missive from an anonymous fellow and a self anointed scribe
will be carefully screened no matter opinion already cast with nada bribe
personal opinion of this sole american male of two score and nine years
that barack obama possesses that je ne sais quois diplomatic state craft
despite disparaging broadside starring paris hilton plus britney spears
the land of lincoln candidate exemplifies (to myself) a charismatic charm
in tandem with a relaxed persona and gait akin per a commoner on a farm
that nonchalant easy going affinity speaks nonverbal volumes to this chap
cringes when espying or hearing from opposing challenger whose lips flap
meaning john mccain whose hidden motives and agenda include his trap
to plant seeds of doubt per un-decided electorate causing lead to get a zap
unknown how trials and tribulations rival democratic senator from Illinois
will weather local nor global challenges and said solution he might employ
i opt for said captain to steer ship of state and exclaim to drop anchor ahoy
if via cosmic divine intercession the galloping newcomer in this horse race
ushering biracial as nominal winner televisions would show a beaming face
the political ramifications analogous to betting square outcome on this ace
i gently beg, decry, fulminate counter attack advertisements fast and quick
against those subliminal sly messages that at first blush appear airily slick
and please reach deep in that magic bag resorting to retaliatory artful trick
lest burning from the madding crowd extinguished like jack’s candle wick!
EPISTLE TO BILLY SHAKESPEARE
An epistle to Billy Shakespeare:
Dear erstwhile bard of Avon,
Greetings to you from
The bamboozled, browsing
Bibliographies, bound
by the bloodlust, ]
Passions so flawed,
Exaggerations,
Literary inventions,
to contradictions,
Legions of legends,
Perennial prose,
constellations, creations
Tragic heroes
and drama queens.
Dear Billy Shakespeare,
Thanks so much not,
Signed,
Long suffering teens!!!!
I hate it when they thought I thought,
I feel pain for portraying a clean portrait,
Life is like a tray,share your cake to invited guest,
Painted pictures envisage the true figure.
Lights in the day even when darkness rule in dawn as a don,
Night of day my sincerity is torn like a used toilet worker-
-surrendering to dirty papers.
Fear is a mastermind if you are so scared,
Men are killers stricks when you lean on their steps,
God is a faithful father in his care I lie on.
If I prefer a chain of gold ,
Doesn't mean I like pearls.
If I'm a glittering diamond,
I was once elusive though.
Slowly I frozed at this tone,
I knew better than I taught,
I thought better than I taught,
No love as they thought.
Lovely pain beyond imaginations,
Sequence of life record play,
Standing alone is my man of my own,
Stressing the noon day,
Has reward in the hazy time.
Take me wrong I feel calm.
At times an affectionate love can be weird,
Crazy out of reality but more fantasy I hear,
Cheers to my pain of reality,
My chains of the shady truth,
To the infirmity of the day of JOY....
Billie, there is not one person alive who has not sinned or made mistakes.
And everyone in life sooner or later experiences heartaches.
No one is without fault, and it’s next to impossible to be perfect.
We all have our little quirks, we each have our own little defect.
Being perfect is not what God is looking for, but to turn from sin and turn to Him.
Learn to walk in His light, that is what will make you proper and prim.
You must follow Gods commandments and do not stray.
And when you feel yourself slipping turn to Jesus and pray.
Let Him know what’s going on, and that you need His help again.
Tell Him you are trying to turn your life around, one that’s free from sin.
Learn to put your trust in our Savior for that is what He is, Our Savior.
When we know it’s wrong and we go right on ahead, there is a good chance
this could be unforgivable behavior.
I personally cannot understand why someone would intentionally do wrong.
Listen to your conscience, pray, and God will make you strong.
Bill, mom and dad have never stopped loving or caring about you, never will!
This poem I wrote just for you to let you know just how we feel.
GOD LOVES YOU AND SO DO WE MOM & DAD
She is the Mother of all that is,
and I her child.
She is the gatekeeper between all that was
and all that shall be,
within the mystery of the known and unknown,
and the time between everything and nothing.
She is the cauldron of power,
the inspiration offered to seekers of light.
In Her breast is the key to the hidden secrets
and I have returned to Her domain.
In her temple She waited for me as I drifted through time,
she waited,
in the certainty that I would remember
and in Her temple She awakened my soul.
In Her embrace I relived Her ancient secrets
and recalled the mysteries of creation
in primal instincts of mother and child.
She is the creator of all and I am Her child.
Yet I had forgotten my mother,
lost in the maze of life I searched for the light, the truth
and she found me.
She knew my name before I was born,
and when I called Her name,
She came to me.
I am born of the Goddess,
and the Goddess is within me.
Monumental Epistle
Rocketing towards the sky, my feelings arc over the riverbank.
O gravity, where is your force?
I reverberate inside my spacesuit
Against unfriendly Fahrenheit.
I could leave the earth behind the horizon,
If not for you.
If not for you— Dangling tulips on the slope of a flourishing hillside, Sheltering the insects,
While birds poke around
The haystacks beneath Afro-Moringa trees,
As the waves announce my footsteps.
I smile softly Before the squirrels steal the colour of my teeth, Cracking palm nuts Beside leafy greens.
I will be here for a long time,
Longer than Methuselah can recount his days,
Washing the stains of a weary race with fog,
Dancing to the gentle song of the morning wind,
Spreading grace and not lice.
May our wishes remain pure, That one day we may walk On the plaited hair of roses and lilies,
And write our epistle With wine, not wrath.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
In a crumbling world of mine,
lies a heart of pains.
Thoughts of her swept
me off my feets.
Becoming wreaked
because, the body was heaved
to moving about.
Helplessly stagnant to a point.
Hardly was she aware
of my deepest felt love,
feelings and sincerity
coz, of her newly found desire.
Would i now become one
of those congregation that knells
or rolls on the floor
for mercy?
For how long would this be?
That i would keep selling a part
of my birthright on kneels.
All for love.
Am i really a fool?
that nature kicks around.
Is it really all about
L-O-V-E?
Can i get a lift
to take me across this dungeon?
to a land filled with milk and honey.
Or where lies my fate
in this contextual World?
I
This poem us based on Scripture, Ephesians 2:6, usually the author ascribed is Paul.
II
We participated in his life
And especially his death
A mystery, gift melting strife
Through Spirit of God, divine work
Now, as he rose, we rose as well
Again a great and sublime mystery
Relation with heirs helps spell
Out how we thus live above misery
let the divine pen speak
and make the cosmos squeak
the flows it breathes on hearts
in high esteem transcend human arts
though your face on canvas is glossy,
your picturesque on screen is cosy
yet the downpours from heaven's orifice
shall enlighten the mind of caprice
if the pages of Ovation bewitch
and the exotic fashion mags itch
but through the verses of this parchment
you shall become a sacrament
a living epistle
scribbled on the Holy scroll of the temple,
in the inner sanctum
preserved for the heavenly mansion ad infinitum
Self of mine, blest by the Lord so gracious
may you find yourself gratefully joyous
as well as worshipfully victorious
optimizing breath’s worth, indeed precious.
Assured with life eternal as Christ’s gift
you’re privileged toward celestial lift
having been reached-out from transgression drift
for divine transformation’s wondrous shift.
Through your faith in the Saviour, you’re now freed
to serve gladly for His glory indeed
against selfish entanglements and greed
overcoming lure of worldly stardom breed.
Prevailing in your spiritual nature
blended well with mercy and truth’s feature
faithful, steadfast in Holy Ghost’s venture
be fruitful in your compassion-gesture.
Awaiting commendation for works’ best
stay humble in the Master’s powered nest
yielded to His will midst surrender-zest
while getting near temporal journey’s rest.
See you, dear self of mine in heaven’s bliss
where great miracles we can reminisce
and savor grand fellowship, not to miss
forever* praising GOD with Brod and Sis.
*Revelation 22:5 And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever.
September 20, 2021
2nd place, "Letter to your future self" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 10/17/2021.
For Adéronkè
My room smells of your fragrance
The sun rays in again-
searching for it's kind of beauty.
I'm calling back every touch we had...
Kisses have names.
A stranger will come to you
In the footwear of saints, and moralists
He will speak and his voice will sail
Through your bones, and muscles;
and tissues without drowning in your red sea.
Tell him your air is saturated with my love....
And the gods of faithfulness are watching
From the high places.
Tell mama you found your h-earth a heaven
She will dance, sing and live.
For if anyone finds love, he finds everything.
Aderonke, take a look at the sky
Do not count the stars-
they are too little and many to be numbered.
There is a light oozing from a crescent-
that's my lips beaming hope upon your path.
So you can walk through the night
Tear the fairy veils of darkness, and find rest.
Till then when I will have you
Wrapped in my arms and my burning desires
Where we burn cold and slay boredom
Stay true to my words...
"If you will ever walk a way, it should never be away from my heart"
I love you, like the dreamers love the night.
Micheal Ace
#magicalpoetry
©ACEworld
Dear Light
Fairest of ‘em all
Beam your blinding rays
Chase me
And spark another you in me
To end my reign
Dispel me into the shadows
Let the new you
Glow with your grace
And my darkened eyes
Tear with disgrace
Spring forth
Gush out
Like a fountain of you
Chase away
Drown every breathing me
For i am darkness
And you are light