Long A letter Poems
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The Unsigned Script?
A letter without the Author, our life—
a parchment penned in shadow,
no table of contents to guide the hand.
We move as if the morrow is a page already read,
but the Author holds the final draft,
the only one who knows the twist of fate.
I count the scars that birthed a better self,
each stumble a chrysalis of becoming.
Blessings bloom unseen, beside the cruelties;
the same sun that warms, can scorch the earth.
Wrath, a dry fire, wouldn't allow the salt of tears,
only the fierce, quick drum of victory,
a champion's blind triumph over the cost.
Fear was the thief of now, stealing light for a moment,
while Time, a harsh gardener, forced the bud before its season,
planting seeds of iron will and venom.
There is no pause button on this chaotic film.
We fight for the known terrain,
and keep the spoils of every battle won.
Growing is the tide; tomorrow, a phantom shore.
The Author gave no map, no compass, no decree.
We are the echoes of those who walked before,
living by the whisper of instinct, not divine instruction.
If only this life were a dog-eared novel—
to flip ahead, to study the dark foreshadowing,
and correct the tragic ending.
But the book remains bound, unread.
Life is a letter left unsigned
Happiness calms like a mother's lullaby.
Happiness is fragile like a butterfly.
Happiness is the first daffodil in spring.
Happiness is listening to a nightingale sing.
Happiness is seeing your children succeed.
Happiness is a garden without a weed.
Happiness is seen in those who dance in the rain.
Happiness is the perfect cure to ease your pain.
Happiness is watching sunrise in vibrant hues.
Happiness is a letter bringing good news.
Happiness lies in the arms of the one you love.
Happiness is when your hand holds theirs like a glove.
Happiness is a poem which connects with your heart.
Happiness is being free to express your art.
Happiness is when you make someone smile.
Happiness is free and always worthwhile.
this is a story of a woman.
work hard for the living.
used to work in the evening.
her face is filled with glitters.
inside the cave of dragons and beasts...
she is my beloved childhood friend.
she made a letter one day we met.
to let the people know 'bout herself.
she left it my wallet one morning,
and this is what she's telling....
she was only 15 when she left our town.
try to experience a life she dreamed about.
she dreams to change her life somehow.
but trouble had came and wreck her life.
thought this man can save her from the dark.
but the wheel of fortune did not fave her.
she was thrown inside the carcel.
she became famous in a world of fools.
dancing alone with a pair of shoes.
naked and wounded, her soul is abused.
too many years passed,
our roads had crossed.
I saw her picture in front of a door.
her hair has colors,her face is old.
I went to witness what a world she holds.
so many people are watching over,
their eyes are glimmer and craving.
I look up and see what's amuse them.
A question risen up in my head.
why is she dancing with just a pair of shoes?
that night seemed long, we drove away.
we felt each moment, our soul had mate.
I've drowned in a passion I dreamed to own.
I wake up that morn, I'm all alone.
holding a letter she wrote all night long.
this is the story of a woman,
wearing just a pair of shoes.
she is not different from you.
she is a princess of her dad.
she's an angel, she must be love.
Written by: Aiyah De Torres
Entry for WOMEN ONLY Poetry Contest
** 4th Place Winner**
This open letter I share to my dear Soupers,
Especially written for the most special muses I have found.
I dedicate this piece from the depth of my soul.
To most brilliant and exquisite poets here in site.
To Poet Destroyer a.k.a. Linda,
Your poem "Daddy" changed a view in my life.
I'm a tamed little tigress when I first came in site.
So afraid to post a collective words from my mind.
When I read your poem, it suddenly changed my life!
It's a free verse form, taught me that writing isn't that hard.
I can freely spread my wings then reach the sky.
It taught me how to use the ink inside my heart.
I saw the lighter side of you.
A loving heart, a real you.
Some of your slams show off your angst.
In "Daddy's poem", you won The Oscar's.
Linda, in half of a year I spend with you,
I'd like to tell how much I awe you,
You are the star that lit my night.
You are the muse that keeps me write.
To my dearest highness poet, Nette...
I can't still find the right adjective that suits you best.
Your "Kiss from Heaven" moved me away.
It opened my eyes to what a poetry really means.
Your words are extraordinary,unique and passionate.
It invites me to go down deeper, explore the world beneath.
You showed me a different ways to use an ink.
Then lead me to a magical and wondrous place within.
Thank you for being an inspiration,
The wind beneath my wings.
The best poet I look up with.
The one that I respect and treasured as friend.
You two are like fuel to my soul.
You help me keep going inspite of sorrow.
You show me the world behind these walls,
You refill my pen to create a poem.
Questioning myself whether to let go and move on;
Trying not to believe our love is gone.
Days and weeks go by without an incoming call;
Not even a letter. Nothing at all.
Wondering why my life has come to this state;
celebrating birthdays and holidays without a mate.
Surely there are other fish in the sea;
But the only fish I desire is a Pisce.
I love deeply and with every fiber of my being;
Through the lies, broken promises, and adultery.
Having the nerve to ask me "how do I know that you've changed";
Now that's derange.
I have my faults as well;
My jealousy and abuse also helped our marriage to fail.
The difference is that I continued to love, forgive, and stay true;
As he continues to neglect his step children, who all love him too.
He has left us hanging on for so long;
That by the time he realizes it, we'll be all long gone.
I love only my kind.
But a world of just
your kind would to
monotony consign you.
I celebrate just my kind.
But a world that celebrates
only you, would to the utter
depths of boredom relegate you.
I prefer just my kind.
But the preference of your kind
would your curiosity wear out.
I only recognize my world.
But a world of only you
can never its horizon broaden.
I only relish my own race.
But a world devoid of
other races would be the
most uninteresting.
My race must the entire earth occupy.
But without the 'inferior' races,
how could you 'superiority' claim?
I have a lebensraum for my
race to occupy.
A lebensraum for only you
would geography obliterate.
So let your world be yours,
and let mine be mine.
Your culture and language you
may retain, whilst mine I also
retain,
as we both our diversity
celebrate.
Because diversity is nothing
more than the spice of life.
The Fact(s)
It started with a poem.
Penned in by mistake.
Then it ended up in a letter,
that later turned into an email.
That was forwarded,
not once but a thousand,
and then ten million times.
Then someone was asked,
what it all meant.
They were floored by the fact,
no one knew.
But some did,
and some took action.
Some gathered,
while others spent.
Some prayed,
will others chose to laugh.
Respectful of no one,
nothing is as it was,
and the old have no bones,
left to gnaw.
Awaken the lazy child,
staying in the basement...
living on the meat sized portion,
of the daily bread,
at the discretion of their
own parents,
busy making a living,
before they die.
A level field of uncommon valor,
that has no heroism in it at all.
One no better the next,
cogs in the wheels...
of a larger machine.
Then broken and left,
beside the road,
rotting...
on their way,
to nowhere.
i am liking my friend
she came into my life at the perfect time
of course, chaos and confusion was involved
she is kind
she is sweet
she is genuinely likeable
i thought about writing her a letter,
but i think i will choose her sweet, sincere friendship
see, i know that she does not like me in the same way
a pursuit of her would be like wasted energy on mirages in the desert
sometimes men and women are just meant to be friends
you just have to keep it real within yourself and just respect it
the are many depths adding and expanding that knowledge of your self
instead of taking the obvious road to nowhere, i thank God for my friend
I Pray For My Friend
her gentle acceptance make her all the more beautiful to me
Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
soothingly spirited, sublime sweet songs.
Satisfied sigh, sees salubrious springs;
sharp, sizzling sunburn scream: saltwater stings.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Seismic'ly sensitive subsurface screens;
substandard systems: severe shakes scarce seen.
Scaling slick surfaces, snow-scented slides;
slogging sludge swamps, smelling stinky sulfides.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
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for the Begin with a Letter Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angela Tune
written 06/28/2022
an alliterative 'sonnet', with aabb pattern and 10 syllable lines
updated/extended from a shorter, earlier poem
I'll find you one day
in this raining
where you'll be absorbed in
making the rain drops bower of love
I'll find you one day
in this morning
where the autumnal breeze will make
you calm for the sun rising in life
I'll find you one day
on this landscape alone
where your loneliness will tread
the fallen yellow spring leaves
which are lain as the blanket of winter coolness
I’ll find you one day
in the crowded city of the world
where your crossing will leave
a letter of love
when I’ll buy flowers just for you as lovelorn
I’ll find you one day
in such a winter season
when nightingale will sing a love song
for our together living
where never will come back the other seasons
I’ll find you one day
in my smiling good morning
within swansong of life hug,
with a crimson and white rose water
on my arms with a kiss of breakfast
-26/11/19 CTG, BD