Best Missive Poems
“A Missive To My Granddaughters”
My dearest girls,
How can I begin to tell you
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my soul
when I feel your arms embrace me?
With you, I am a girl again reliving my own youth
When you share each new life experience with me.
Once again, my own fervor for life springs forth,
As I listen to the enthusiasm that emanates from your cheerful chatter.
Your joy rejuvenates me.
Your smile pierces my heart and finds its way
To a special place reserved only for you.
Your zest for life gives me hope again for a better world,
And I thrive on your courage that abounds with each day that passes.
Please know…
That I have saved countless wishes for you alone -
A heart that is forgiving and true,
A mind that is forever open and exploring,
And the courage to face and overcome any obstacle.
I wish you a taste for beauty in whatever presents itself,
A flair of your own like no one else has ever experienced,
An infinite appreciation for all of Nature’s bounty,
And a magnanimous spirit for others less fortunate.
Please know that when I am gone,
I will be with you always in spirit.
Whether it is the sweetness of a Spring rain,
In the coo of a morning dove,
Or the scent of a summer rose,
You will be reminded,
And you will know
That I am there
With you
Watching
Waiting
Until we are together..…again.
Categories:
missive, beauty, childhood, farewell, granddaughter,
Form:
Free verse
Trends mirrored me
I wrapped fire in my gut
Passed through the cells of light
I cut my anchor rope
Struggled to realize my dreams
I floated above time
All is left to me alone - alone
The suffering - sleeplessness
I swam the opposite of my tragedies
I'm a prisoner despite the distress
I did not give up my sails to the sea
In the memory of my begining
I walked in my derby
Criticism - heart breaks - suffering
I wore them my stories
Walkers hated me
Lookers spited at me ugliness
I held it for years
Crossed it to sleep on
Hugged it - Hugged it
Mortgaged myself
Watered all my seeds
Although revolution is repeated
Yet career has not risen
Planes of enemies
Tasted the scourge of the earth
Civilization denied me
Parties divided me
Earth hunger revolted it
Soul milk satiated it.
Categories:
missive, 1st grade, baby, life,
Form:
Free verse
And so, I have made up my mind, once more.
I have decided to depart, to bid this husk farewell.
In order to do that, I must save coins if I desire to save myself.
For with it, I will be able to buy my ticket out here to a more blessed realm or the eternal void. Either way, I will be winning.
I mustn't, any longer, feel the starvation of affection and no more I shall be fed by the crumbs of fleeting joy they toss at me.
Thoughts of finishing are always in my mind, flooding it, making hard to go day by day, making hard to sleep, to have hope.
I fail to see where the hope is, I like to think that it can be find inside of one's heart.
But even so, I think I am mistaken, and when I glance at myself in the mirror, I quickly lose any spark of what could-be hope.
With the aid of the metallic sling, I shall leave this husf behind, heavy with its sins and sorrows, to no more nourish hatred.
For it does only to hinder my advance towards elevation.
With my metallic sling, I shall pierce, first, my heart, where lies the sorrow, then, my mind, where resides the sins.
Whilst the life in me start to wane, regrets I will not have, when my consciousness fade, my spirit will be no longer be trapped inside this imperfect cage of flesh.
Being free, my spirit shall roam far and beyond to, before, unseen places by men, to untouched places by men.
Another day,someone inquired me "Are you happy now?" and for that I just said "Yes". How else could I have responded if not with a lie?
How could I tell them that I yearn for a premature closure in order to stop thinking and feeling but I also yearn for love.
"I am not absolutely happy, as per say, but I do suffer less when I am asleep" I could never say that to anyone...
Categories:
missive, adventure, angst, confusion, courage,
Form:
Narrative
But now, I wonder "Will I have the bravery to follow?"
Demise shall follow if I am to attain redemption and cleanness of my sins that tarnish my soul.
Sometimes, I cling to yes, sometimes I cling to no.
When the dark clouds blur my sight, I ask myself "What is worth living for?", some believe in god, some in money or in even a more mundane wish.
I lack this one thing, I lack the purpose that would impulse me forward. But then, I speculate "For me, must be love", but what is love? I do not know, I am an strange to it, perhaps this wasn't reserved for everyone.
Well, one thing is right, my passing will not be mourned nor missed. It will go like the wind, now here then gone and noone noticed a thing.
Many leaves were shaken, many tears soiled the ground, yet, none of this was spotted by anyone.
To the people I did wrong "I am sorry, please, do forgive me".
To the people that hates me, hate me more, be genuine with it and be the fuel of this endeavor. Hurt me more, make me bleed, cut open my flesh, as he once did when I was an infant, paint the wall with my crimson tint...
Make me regret to have been born, actually, this will require little effort, since I already regret that.
My mind is set, termination is the way to go if I desire to do something good, at least once, in this life.
No hope can be spied nor a glimmering light to lead this one to safety.
In a colorless world, only with shades of black and gray, thoughts of demise haunts me day after day.
I see the people around me, at work, on the the streets, everywhere and I cannot help but to feel disgusted and out of place and helpless.
I am tired of pretending, behind my mask, I weep, behind their masks, they laugh at me.
I am tired of being fed by deceiving tales and to feed other with my lies.
The lies... It is everywhere, one must tread lightly between them, or else will fall their prey.
Categories:
missive, angst, confusion, dark, death,
Form:
Narrative
Joy of birds in springs
Etched on canvas of the heart
Where time changeless stay
Naked in my art
Only icicles for clothes
Wind washed of the sun
Cross this desert, sand
Open its flowers for rain
Moon drawn through the sky
Ebb the clouds away
Honey dripped on rocks will waste
Our two lives apart
Moose and bull walking
Enter the forest for rest
Nipping winter's bud
Oozing nectar waste
Wealth if no brood gets nourish
Gazelles stir the sight
Instars are babies
Roaming surf and sands exposed
Languishing in hope.
Categories:
missive, friendship,
Form:
Haiku
But she wasn't so wrong, I am an animal, after all. A sick one, I must say. And sick animals must be dealt with, must be dealt the only way they are. An ax to the head, splitting my skull, letting go of all those ill feelings, desires and ideas. To be put down, but I do not want to shed my own blood, not for her, but I would not care if someone else were to do that for me.
I am not going to be any longer a victim of your whims. I will no longer lick the ground where you walk on.To think it wasn't a question of "What do you want me to do?" as you told me followed by cursing, but rather "To understand what I meant and then we be sorting this out", to put an end. I can understand that what was done cannot be undone and that you had moved on, but still, there were things that weren't completely dealt with, and so I cannot do the same as you while these feelings still lingers. But you, as always, were unable to understand that. What I say I mean, unlike you... And instead of stretching out your arm, you gave me your foot, so I would lick it clean for you. The crumbs of affection you tossed to feed me, I am fed...
Now, I just I wish for a torpor of fifty years and twenty-six days, to only after that time to wake up, look around and then be gone.
But wishes are just that. A wish and none of that will happen, only inside my head.
And I know that is also just another lie, for I like to feel that, the desperation, the melancholy and the pain. The hatred.When life is more or less acceptable, less hateful, I do something that will destroy it all and then I will lose hope. Because I like. I am a animal, a sick animal. I like to lose hope so I can recede and cope the only way I know. The detachment of my soul from my body from these times are like a divine intervention, the bitterness of teh hatred will not let me feel these slices and cuts.I do not want to shed my own blood, but then this one will not be me, for I will be away, a spectator only able to drop tears. Something else will take my place, will take control and heal me how I deserve and have to be healed.
To split teh head, to bleed, to die, to be free of this torment.
I hate her as much as I hate myself. Or even more...
Categories:
missive, lost love, love,
Form:
Narrative
Child, when you begin to remember, whose memory
Do you remember best? Is the one told to you by bias
Art, and reinforced by a contentious history?
Is it the one imagined while we are apart, the pale Judas
Of all grieving heart? Or did you take time to scan
The logic in your head again, the silver in your hand
Before you plait my crown of thorns, or exiled me
To drink the hemlock drops squeezed from insecurity?
I have some blame, for justice cannot deny my sin
But when to priest ot Pharisee you render praise
Scroll for my motives, read the simple schema within
Look at my life, see what was doled to me. My ways
My dear was a mocking, scourging path to tread
And all for the love that alienated me. Heaven made
A dark cloud of no greater, and more terrible dread
Than the heart in which sweet adoration petals fade.
The flowers fall, and the brambled thorns left behind
I wear with stoic grace. Praying for you each scentless
Day, the rope will rot before your soft, sightless mind
And the measure of my worth without wan bitterness
Will be the soul's desire to love, promised intention
Unspoken while stammering crowds howl their madness
Baying at a serene moon. Jealousy is pride's invention
Truth wears humility in the saged silence of its sadness.
Categories:
missive, lost love, love
Form:
Verse
And how I am coping with frustration as I gather the pieces of my broken self from the ground.
Today, we had our last fight.
Now, what a better way to deal with this feeling? I do not want to shed blood, not because of her. This sensation, a mix of regret, anger and loneliness. I wish I could erase her from my mind, I loathe the day that I met her, years ago, the worst memory that I will ever have, as evil as the ones from when I was a just an infant that follow me to this day.
I hate her.
I want to forget. I want to stop thinking and to never feel again. Not only about and not only for her, but for anyone else. Consciousness and feelings just serve to hurt. What a better way to achieve this relief, that elevation, if not swallowing a lot of medication followed by alcohol a plastic bag over the head then to go sleep? The eternal slumber, the one that might, or might not, give rest for the wicked.
Her unhappiness would give me pleasure.
To remember our last conversation, only a few moments ago now, makes my sight blur and my hands tremble, makes my heart and soul ache, both of regret and angry, makes me wish to had never have woken on this wretched morning.
To gaze at her, to ser her busted lips, the blood flowing from her nose and tears falling, would be a beautiful sight to behold.
...it would be not...
Categories:
missive, loneliness, lost love,
Form:
Narrative
They shared their wine in grief to hear
The homage of the day
One giant dead, all others cast in fear
Their mischief moon gray
Spun and weave each spite with venom
For I the acme, and the languished sum.
What glitter there are splinters that lure
Earth's eyes to see a star
And toxic fumes that broiled wraths pour
To deepen love's jagged scar
I fled them all in distate and gloom, bored
With regret, the chaff meanders unadored.
O look ye, the white sail that steeds the sky
Quest the blue doldrums: stills,
For golden fleece of gentle love to brim the eye
And merged surrendered wills.
Had I wanted less the Philistines should cease
And choosing none the saber whittles its peace
But I cannot wear what Achan stole, or keep
The splinters glisten for light
Those alone who fables sow must only reap
The barren clouds of night
The wine that shallow camaradrie makes, I spit
Unbowed, strong, my voyage too stocked to quit.
Categories:
missive, allegory, wine,
Form:
Verse
Tonight I put her to bed with promises of faith
That God does not keep with me again
The wall closes in at the crumpled gate
My soul has clutched its prayer so in vain
Yet despite the silence of a sterile sky
I will not my convictions now deny
It is more than accident that brought us here
It is more than mortal death I fear
That ever I go away from this place, void
Still of knowing the purpose I came
The reason that I suppliant is most denied
My moth like desire for the brutal flame.
O let her sleep, but not my trust, O Lord
Remember me by the promise of your word
My sovereign King, my God, defender be
I stand before you naked, shaken like a tree.
Categories:
missive, faithprayer, me,
Form:
Verse
Hey buddy
I can’t tell how you feel
How you cope and slope
How you firmly grasp hot steel
Methinks you`re courageous.
In stoic life’s state, just state
no crime!
For you have one irreplaceable, valuable
and unbreakable thing.
You!
Remember a promise to self huh?
You promised.
You sang, and wrote and developed
emblazonment.
Conspicuous for sundry
No running out of optimistic posits
Amid endangered deposits
You promised to smile and not to tear down.
In somberness ought you not frown.
Didn’t you identify with dynamic?
Singing songs of the versatile?
They still echo loud as yesterday
Hope you won’t be tempted to yawn
Just in case you inhale toxic, killer and apoptotic ideas
They`re never audible, not at all edible
Their entrances just whispers, slowly waltz
Hey buddy, Give up!
Categories:
missive, cheer up, courage, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Let this missive remind you of how you feel about me
you can throw it away
or throw it aside
you can find a nice place for it to hide
you can even burn it
or just lay it around
rip it into pieces so it will never be found
you can fold it neatly and tuck it safely away
or keep in your possession to read another day
How ever you treat it, let it remind you of me
and know that your actions will set me free.
Categories:
missive, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love
Form:
You should have stayed longer to know me more
It is time that makes love and not our hearts
For we are but discoverers, and nothing more
You left too quickly and stayed too long. Should I
Convince you now that your other world is different
That your former wisdom insufficient for the trip
People commit to grow, and if together
The hate of time will slowly fall apart, the mist
Of morning if it clears now
Shall show nothing but the shattered glass of vows
I do not use words loosely nor in excess
I only say I love you with words fully dress
To carry connotations and context to an infinite end
Love is immortal, and I write things my oral way
The gesticulated discourse a stitched flag of meaning
How can you learn so much so far away
What dumb dictionary can dictate the desires of the heart
Perhaps if you had not lingered so long to come
Blank pages would not be brilliant and simple art dumb
I am too small to be any finer torn apart.
Categories:
missive, friendship, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
The hate of time havocs foolish fate
And I, no one's blank slate
Will not my conscience hesitate
Or cast my eyes down at evening's gate.
You are neither victim nor demon since
You of your error is unconvinced
I am a child no more to wince
When white sheets of mind befouled are rinsed
I make my decisions without the noise
And cheap popularity's phony poise
But as humble I'd fear forfeit a sunrise
And have fool graffitied on unlighted eyes.
I have tried picking up time before
The past like frost from hoar
Had only present, and memory more
Than spite makes every pain a spore
Categories:
missive, friendship, on writing and
Form:
Verse
Reason bare of structure like a storm
Ovulating in an angry sea
Stir sedition and juxtaposes its norm
Ego-wise against a season's glee
Latent turbulence primed with insecurity
Drizzled from a tempestuous sun
Altar of a sadist's alternating history
Gulp your blustering track to the mark
Rendered as God's boundary
Exert not your vain effort to spark
Excitement of lightening in the air
Never more your rage shall cloy my heart with fear.
Categories:
missive, angst, hope, people
Form:
Free verse