Missive Poems - Poems about Missive

As the final pages of my life turn, I write to you not in sorrow but in the quiet grace of acceptance. We are all travelers through this fleeting world, each of us given only so much light before our dusk arrives. With my own twilight arriving, I hope you will remember not the shadow of my...

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In a letter curt and bitter cold, Words like ice, sharp and bold. A missive wielded with willful disdain, Dismissive of all warmth, maliciously slain. Lines etched with callous pen, Rejection sealed, again and again. No comfort found, no writer even to scold Just echoes of a preposterous tale untold. Dismissive missive, harsh and clear, Leaving wounds that never disappear. Yet amidst the chill of...

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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...

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I've been going through old love letters of how we used to be. The silly, inconsequential things you used to write to me about nothing in particular, the mundane, the everyday, the norm. But that Basildon Bond decorated with Quink used to give a form to the feelings inside as your fountain pen cried, words rambling over the page. To...

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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...

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“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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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My darling, dawn is still dark and I awake To coks crow and night bird song Hear the breeze shake a drowsy sadness From the loneliness of a strong tree That keeps vigil for you. The place where Bird nest hug the arching branch And wide eyed serpent slithers near Is that vacuum yawning from long ago For love to come again For love...

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The date encloses me like Samson in his chains I protest not the fate I find with groping fingers blind Though my vision lapses my calling still remains I did not summon who I love, nor pledged love declined And will celebrate the wondrous moment hot with heat The rumpling of the universal sheet The crescendo and the longing for joy...

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Sometimes it is alright that you are far away While I conflicted not with my love for you pines For your more mature and less emotional hour. And yet I change neither day nor day, but drink Of moon and stars the passion of day's due change And is not change that's lacking us who become Bored by our sense of...

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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...

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