Dear Poems - Poems about Dear

Dear America, We're doing fine without you up here. We're relaxing, drinking our superior beer. We're vacationing in our beautiful backyard. Life without you really isn't that hard. We're following the latest international trends by looking elsewhere to make new friends. Our economy's outpacing the entire G7 and our trade surplus is way ahead of break-even. So, feel free to inform your president moron, there's...

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Dear Heaven Just writing you a letter. I’m being sincere. Life is lonely down here sometimes. Everyone Is hibernating. No one understands me. Show me the way. Am I a poet? I’m trying to walk the narrow road. Sometimes there's no rain, my thoughts are in a drought. Can’t wait to go home,heavenly sky with...

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Have We Not Had Some Fun (My Dear, Dear Girl) Oh my, how the years have run, Have they not, my Dear, Dear girl? Have they not seen their share of struggle and fun, Have they not, my Dear, Dear girl? Have we not tasted defeat, Drunk of delight? Have we not known the pleasures Of darkness and light? Have we not known...

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dear life holding though seems dropped seems well keepsake just head propped all stages work cards play right while smile never think laugh fight lose focus find few new pills rob future paywall advance lift feet one front partner dance kiss wife lovely dead weights corpse don't go stay home destroy thorps take arms see sails more increase tattoo flag wave war...

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I think about the person I thought I would be by now, someone stronger, more fearless, more put-together. Someone who didn’t cry over things that happened years ago. Things that happened last week. Memories from when I first wore a backpack. Memories now. Someone who had it figured out. I’m fifteen, and I don’t have...

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I wonder what it would’ve been like to grow up differently. Perhaps with fewer mental roadblocks. Possibly with a brain that wasn’t constantly shifting channels without warning. I’ve been trying so hard lately, writing a book that digs into the mess of identity, lying, family, and mental illness, designing guitar lesson plans, building a future...

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Dear reader, I am sad because I thought about my life, and it made me want to cry. It didn’t strike me like lightning, there was no crash of thunder or moment of clarity. It was quieter than that and it came slowly, like dusk settling in after a long...

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It would be nice, you know if you gave me a reason for your visits Sometimes you pop in so randomly, like an outbreak of a deadly disease I sometimes wonder where you picked up this boldness This confidence to barge into someone’s mind without shame Then remember, that it is I, master of hoarding that once let...

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our home care workers would lose their essential care taking jobs and their clients would also lose their necessary services. If you are on Medicaid, you should send your own cards to your Senators. They are more interested in providing unnecessary tax cuts for billionaires who don't really need them instead of protecting the very best interests of lower income...

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go read your Dear L poem and change L to M...

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Spire insight of silence Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind Conspire and self-protrude Mindless matter of maddened hatter Borne gall of uncongruent bladder Reign wettened confections'n faux pas Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda And poised for prose 'dulted diaper thrown an' broiled'n a gutter Homely homelessness in wake of deft arms Freshened refreshener and wetted choke Chugged and driven doomed...

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This is to be sung. Dear Putin Won’t you come out today Dear Putin Meet the men who flew all this way The sky is blue, their cash is green Greatest deal, you just wait and see Dear Putin Won’t you just try aye aye Dear Putin Open up those lines. Sky is blue. Their cash is green And don’t forget. It’s duty-Free! Dear Putin Won’t you...

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Dear me, You were carved for glory—not your own, but God’s. Each breath is a gift of mercy’s fragrant grace, Each dawn, a call to revel in His face. You are not your own—blood-bought, a jewel redeemed at boundless cost, To magnify the Christ who sought and won the lost. Your days are not a drift of aimless chance; They weave the...

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Dear L, It’s nice to hear from you, I like knowing what’s going on in your life, Even if we don’t really talk about a lot. I like hearing about how you and your partner are doing, I like hearing that you’re happy. It’s nice to know you’ve found your person, I used to wish I could go back and change...

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The black pen with black ink is running out, The paper on the desk is clean but creased. It must hurt to have been crumpled up and straightened out time after time again, Only to be used by someone else. One year, and I am an entirely new person. My tears have left...

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