Letters Poems - Poems about Letters

Will pens (I'd have to think when last I dipped mine in ink) and sad to say pencils go the dodo's way become extinct or obsolete (oh no) to the average man in the street as if it weren't for junk mail no matter how large or small never mind trees and ecology wouldn't have no mail at all when I was young still a nipper a lot more...

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With these rings, we said, "I do," Never planned to play the fool. Too young to grasp loves weight, Too blind to heed its rules. We were D—drifting, never devoted. We were I—insensible, inconsiderate. We broke our Vows, splintered trust. We were O—reckless, outrageous. We were R—tangled, bitter root. We were C—careless, never committed. We were E—estranged, unraveling fast. A word we swore would never be...

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C-risp A-pples N-ourishes D-ancers, Y-et C-innamon A-nd N-ice C-ookies H-elp E-veryone L-ook A-lluring ©bfa042325 Monocrostic (Birthday of Candy M. Canchela) ...

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Lines in lightning carved in stone? Geoglyph, take form. Mile behind the melee zone? Keep the soldiers warm. Bright beside the boreal pole? Buildings in glass, shine. Heaven and Hell, thy control! Doom and Death, we dine! Trickle, time? Riddle or rhyme? Boxes, sheath the mime. Dynamite, done on a dime? Skidding in the slime... Forlorn and forgotten? Adventure, dare to seek? Render red run rotten? Ergo, the boneyard creak. Sleek...

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I wrote some letters a century ago before I became a patron of the show, there was an outstanding line of how the universe wraps its finger around mine and how the priest wrestle with the devil at the altar just for me to cross over. I was not born yet but some had...

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Have you ever considered just who God can be? First, He is Creator of everything we see. He created 3 heavens, in the highest is his throne. In the middle spirits move and the last is our home. He glanced down from his throne, into the black of night. By his only voice alone, He spoke and created light! Protons, neutrons,...

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Hi mom! Hi Dad! I’m your baby…you just brought me into the world… But as I learn to walk and talk and grow…. There is something that concerns me…something I’d like you to know. I know you’re pretty busy falling in love with me probably looking to each other and our family and friends for support and since I’m already...

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No shame in admitting I love to read your comments And should I think of quitting I LOL at whatever Lawless sent… ‘Course, I’d sure like to get...

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T-hese W-ords I-n N-atural K-indness L-ove E-veryone ©bfa041925 Monocrostic (Birthday of Twinkle L. Data) ...

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researching, watch the trailer, work in progress... Screwtape Letters 31 Letters Just notes Consider this... If you cannot yield to text and scripture He cannot bare score C L takes us where? Two years. studies of Greek and Latin classics What we cannot see in the spiritual world Screwtape, Devil, The Father Below in an ice cubicle mans is all around him To love or Not to...

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The worn-out box with letters smooth and cool, A velvet pouch, our linguistic pool. Ivory tiles each bearing worth and weight, A family ritual sealing our wordy fate. The wooden board, a grid of squares defined, Where double letters, treasures we could find. Triple words beckoned, a strategic quest, To build our lexicon and put it to the test. Remember the clatter as...

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I have seen you before. Not just in the shadowed spaces where your breath slows, where your fingers shake, where your heartbeat stumbles like a runner with nowhere left to go. I have seen you in the cracks of my own hands, in the places where I, too, once tried to bury myself under the weight of what I had done. You...

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Carved words climb on bark of ancient might, love's whispered verses bathed in dappled light. A heart entwined with branches reaching high, a silent promise beneath a watchful sky. The leaves, like pages, rustle in the breeze, a living journal of unspoken pleas. Each knot a witness to a tender vow, a secret language where emotions bow. The sun descends through verdant woven...

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letter and science dissect-able fraud in statements as advertised to the press abuse's of power by poor people to create recession this is underpinning the news to prefect the crime knowingly able to..... post rebuttal after the word of crime is witnessed public relations public policy political relations Damage control for a politician is the response to bad press. It often takes the form...

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My dear Isabel, The days have become shorter, the chill bites the air and as I'm walking back through the apple trees, I think of that time the curve of your hip leaned against the cinnamon bark and with your book held so close, I felt a pang of envy. --------- Dearest Isabel, In a few days I leave...

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