Short Open Letter Poems
Short Open Letter Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Open Letter by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Open Letter by length and keyword.
The promised rain ate itself in the clouds
Without spilling a drop down
Changing swings for the roundabouts
On the sunny street of uptown
I saw an open letter, a piece
Of white paper, spinning down from the sky
It was written there if you see this
Don’t tell, and don’t wonder why.
The mysteries of life remain
Day after day
Our belief in fate
Our belief in nothing
There are no reasons
For not being true to yourselves
The world can never change
Without your original creative thoughts and actions
Take a chance on yourselves
Approach a deep-rooted mystery
With an open mind
You just might find
That you are holding the key to a revelation
I
Many great poets, two especially Grace -filled
One adores biblical and scientific truth
The other is masterful with American "culture"
I love both their beautiful minds, big hearts
How do I NOT mention Jesus and Scripture
When I would never be here but for His change
Of me from an arrogant Hindu - similar to arrogant Bible-thumping Christians?
Jesus help them help me stay the UNITY course
Dear Darkness
You are trapped inside of me
And I am sorry.
I do not know how it happened.
.
Were you conceived of break-up?
Bullies?
Bastardization?
Backs bent over rocks?
Or did I eat you in the womb
Helpess,
Lifeless
Whole?
.
Dear Darkness
Please stop scratching at my insides
Tugging at my arteries
Clawing at my ovaries,
I do not know if you want me
To love you
Or let you go,
And I do not know if I am capable of either
An open letter to chicks like thee,
You wait until you're nearly sixty-three,
You'll end up talking like me,
You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society,
Fine-thinking women, very snippy,
Got no time for nasties and rudies,
"What's this?" "What's for tea?"
"A plate of good manners from me!"
(And the Dead Grandmas Society!),
A fact of life, real scary,
When you're nearly sixty-three,
Words appear from the clouds, prithee,
You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society........