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Dear Future Me, I hope that one day you'll be  someone who you'd like to see in the mirror everyday. I hope that you'll be someone that  you'll love always. I hope that you will become someone 
My Dear Sweetheart,
Dear Ex-Best Friend,   I can’t thank you enough for what you did to me. Yes, it was selfish and rude and incredibly mean.
Dear Everyone, I think I'm failing life. My brain tries to decide what's important, But it always gets it wrong. What am I even doing? Missing homework, Missing friends, Missing a purpose.
  Dear Future Self,   Hopefully by now I've changed a bit.  Pursued what I've been wanting to produce. 
How hurt am I on a weekly basis? I am not certain, but I'm sure my skin could tell you Oh, perhaps my feet, my legs, wrists or my head could add in! They can tell everyone about the pains I go through Eh-hem.
My dearest sweet, I long for thine hand's touch, And are the days so distant hence and such To not permit my hold upon thy form, But I, with force will bring this curse reform. I shall remind thee of the beauty kept
Why won’t you just leave me alone? I don’t want you around - I never have. But apparently, I can’t get a restraining order against my own mind.  
To that tree on the hill On that lonesome hill That saw me fight My spirit killed That saw me rise And roll through my free will  
Mathaya,   I, your author, write To encourage you for the Coming days ahead.   My main character Is you; you’ll learn hard lessons. You’ll come through each one.  
Dear Old Man Death, I have walked your twisty path, and I’ve heard of your despair. Never have I felt your wrath. Yet, my back has sensed your stare.
Dear anxiety,          You've been with me my whole life                                Not like a loving mother who cares for me
Dear Mr. Wrong,   I met you the day I learned to love myself, so I assumed I was ready to love another person.   I thought, "His eyes are brown, but not the boring kind."
Dear Mr. Wrong,   I met you the day I learned to love myself, so I assumed I was ready to love another person.   I thought, "His eyes are brown, but not the boring kind."
to the caged bird from three years ago, this is a love letter for you: let me preface this by saying it did not take a couple months to get where i am.
I know you probably have had millions of different people around the world seek out to you. People of different skin tones and cultures, who have been searching for you their entire life's and not to even have a glimpse of you. The real you.
  It’s one of those nights.   One where the stars are too still in their orbits, And I can imagine the scent of your perfume Lazily wafting its way around the room,
Dear You, I'm Sorry.  Based on A True Story.    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear People With Money, Attending college is tough when the world ain't as sunny.   I've learned people like you make my debt appear. And it's also you who brought me great fear.  
Oh, how it’s been too long since I last heard your cherry blossom’s song. I miss the way you look, snow here, sun there, and my heart you took.
Oh, how it’s been too long since I last heard your cherry blossom’s song. I miss the way you look, snow here, sun there, and my heart you took.
Dear You, I ask wholeheartedly, If I were to die today, Who might miss me? No, not those in my immediate heart, But what of those who knew my soul?
Dear Savannah,   It's okay to be afraid. And it's okay that you don't know what you're doing with your life. Most people don't have it figured out. Life is scary. Not disappointing people is hard,
Title of poem: Miracle  Dear Mom and Dad,  When you first saw my eyes, I was a newborn Born at 23 weeks premature, a miracle As I grew, my parents were lyrical “Look at this baby, she is a miracle!”The doctors were doubtful, my parents were artful
Dear Family Tree,   I saw you breaking branch by branch, bearing neither fruit nor leaf; there was nothing I could do but watch until I couldn’t bear to see anymore.
Dear Sadness,   Thank you.   Without you, I would be flying And soaring way too close to the sun. Without you, I would be undone.   Thank you, for grounding me.
Cellphone oh Cellphone Where is your key? The jailor to my soul Please let me free I can’t escape you Sentenced for life
Mom, You are my literal everything,  My entire being exists because of you. You taught me that I don’t need someone else to define who I am. You taught me that
i don't know how to tell you this in person, so i'll do it in a poem. had a crush on you all this time, while i've been telling everyone else, "no, i don't know him." i'm sure it's teen love but this time it feels so real; 
To whom it may concern: i.e. parents, teachers, friends, and family Yes, here I am again Pockmarked with the tears of self pity And I love the scars on my face I embrace them
Have you made any sand castles lately- with that absurd, red dust that fills up your shoes? I have stains on my socks from it still, and pictures of you in my room in an album.  
Dear Grandma, I'm doing fine. Thanks. How are you? ... How long has it been since I last wrote? Couple weeks. yeah. ... huh? ... Like really wrote?
Dear Mo,   If only I didn’t have to write this letter Or say these words Life would look a lot sweeter It would taste like the ripest mango we’ve ever shared   Yet here I am Here we are
I am writing this letter to show you That romance is far from dead And the things that drove us apart were birthed
Dear Past Self, I know what you’re expecting me to say. That it’s going to get easier and don’t give up. Or maybe That this is only the bottom of the mountain And you have much further to climb.
Dear Love,   You’re a force of destruction Masked in a veil of comfort.   You combine two hearts into one Just to sever them like an ax to a flourishing tree.   You fly under the radar
Looking back to the words I never say, I realize now that it will never matter either way, Whether you hear them now or not, I've finally made it through the rut,  
A letter to those who are like me. If you've ever felt you're someone you didn't want to be, Who make resolutions every global revolution Just to fail miserably. If you've ever lost a friend
To the You from that night: I hope that you know.   Did you consider the torment, that trickled broken onto the sheets? Or that my silence was
As a child, so fragile, so pure you broke my confidence as the blood rushed to my face when you said that I would never be anything in front of the whole class
Dear Mom,     I notice you.     I notice the wrinkles that grew on your face,     the back pain when you walk up the stairs,
January 1st, 2018   Dear Dad,  A lot has changed this past year. One year ago, I was surrounded by eight friends. Babbling heads with fancy clothes and pretty faces, I was among them.
You have no idea how much planning went into you. The universe spoke to itself in whispers and gentle tones to make sure it wouldn't hurt your ears as it planned you.
My Dearest Lover, I don’t believe in using metaphors to define people. Metaphors are romanticized. If someone is defined by the metaphor in which I put them in, people no longer see the person,
alone at night the fire rumbles  pushing hard to burst to life  spark of light in frozen jungle  virgin paper unstained by eye   precision folds urged to display  quiet letters hidden from sight 
This is a letter to the folks who are trying to be woke but still need to listen:  We strive to be Change Agents but we have a fear of being complicatedWe are afraid of being weighted, aggravated and frustrated  We come up with every excuse to ref
Thank you, first off Thank you for showing me the darkest parts of my mind with a magnifying glass Thank you for allowing the clouds of doubt to dance around my heart
Dear Past Me, It’s been a while, Since I was so young and wouldn’t ceist my senseless smile.
I know I don't usually send things this way,but I wanted to tell you;
Dear Donald Drumpf, I don’t quite see the appeal Of a walrus wearing a toupee Shouting out obscenities while I stand here in dismay The country is in shambles
Darling, Have you found the right route, or are you wasting time? Why do you keep all things in mind, in your mind? It's sad to see you go this way, but I must release you.
Ode to You:  
To my heart,   My heart, My heart Why must you be so fickle! You love Them now No, now another And next another still!   I'd have thought I'd gotten over You
Oh, how these past few months have been filled with tears. Losing you was by far one of my biggest fears. You made me face it, with your sadistic, evil ways. And now we haven't spoken in days. Thank you,
Dear Voice,    I don’t know if you can hear me, but I sure can hear you. I feel like you’re always present, even when you grant me moments of silence. Your murmurs underscore my days and nights.
Dear Writer's Block, I tried to write a song today, but something got in the way. Was it you? You decided to show up again I thought I told you we're not even friends Yes, what I said was true.
Seeing your letters after long day’s toil, like flowers with warm ethereal glow grounded solitarily in iced soil Comfort and warmth upon me they’d bestow I held your promise so close to my heart 
My life in a letter What could a letter even confine Could a comma express the feelings so huge I feel like I'm being strangled, could my fingers describe the noose?
dear anxiety,   you have been with  me for what feels  like eons, now.   you have whispered honey-coated words that have stuck  to my ears like the syrup
Dear Impulsiveness,   I think its time we had a little chat Oh no, don’t talk back, this is MY time to chat God I wish you never got involved
To the person I will share my first kiss with:   When I have my first kiss, I hope it’s gentle and passionate all at once.
Why? Why must you spurn me so? Your words harsh and cold. Why must you abandon me? Leaving me lonely and melancholy. Why must you taunt me thus? Childish insults stripping my confidence.
Have you ever felt like you can’t get out of bed? You feel you literally cannot get dressed? Like you have no energy to pick up a fork? Or put on a shirt? No interest or ability to concentrate on anything?
My Daughter Dearest,   I hope your life has been different than mine Without worry, misfortune, or grief I hope love, joy, and you are entwined
Are you aware that the ground you step on is a golden path for me to followAnd every door you walk through is a diamond-encrusted gate.
Dearest me,I start this letterWith you 
Dear Future Child(ren) I was only sixteen when I told your grandparents I never wanted to be like them.To start off on that note is probably the least positive I could've done, I'm aware.
This is my letter to the world who never wrote to me. The world who looked at me with judgement. Who bullied me, gossiped about me, and never let me be. I want you to know that you took away my smile.
Dear Friend, I’m not really sure how to tell you thisI have started hoping that maybe we end up more than just friendsbut I really care for you
To Darling Rebecca, Forgive me, forgive me for the wrongs I have done, Forgive me for the blood that has been shed And the woman I’ve taken to bed.
Dear my fears,   You’ve weakened me, but I have always overcame you. No matter the situation, I’ve surpassed the seemingly endless obstacles in which you have bombarded me with.
Dear Life, I remember a time when it was cool to rhyme, and parents would applaud because you knew that dog rhymed with hog and log.
Dear depression I don't want you anymore These gloomy dark days you give me were never fun Yet you continue scarring me  so now I don't know if it's you or me in my bathroom mirror
Dear Younger Me, Remember all those conversations we used to have? And remember them walls? Them walls were once memories.  What if them memories conspired into black masses of space?
Dear first friend The moon has orbited the earth about 6 times  Since you’ve been gone I know this because every night I like to think that were walking across the moon As we talked about when we were young
To the woman who ties her long, golden hair back with a floral bandana Oh, how your silly little smile and southern impersonations have made me feel
Dear God,   I’m in a funny spot I call it funny because I’m laughing out my mascara I know You’re here
In the deepest part of my deadly diary The part where you don’t even write ‘dear diary’ Rather an anonymous date perhaps as proper proof of ‘here I am’
A Letter to My Mom: Mom, did you know? Did you know it was your time? You couldn't let me know I wouldn't see you when the sun shines? You couldn't call me to your room and ask me why dishes were in the sink?
Dear My Shower,    “Don’t touch my stuff!” she yells “It’s my turn for the T.V.” he tells I’ve learned to share, compromise
Dear “Meant to Be”, I'm sorry if you're no longer in my life because I shut you out. I'm even more sorry if you're currently in my life, trying to show me some sort of affection, and thinking you’re failing.
To Missense I only write letters to family though estranged, that you still are, after all You’ve run in the blood
To The One I Used to Call My Friend,   Today I buried our time capsule Tomorrow I will bury my feelings for you Someday, your body  
To The One I Used to Call My Friend,   Today I buried our time capsule Tomorrow I will bury my feelings for you Someday, your body
Dear 2017, I'm still waiting for you To send me a nice boy With a hairy chest And gnarly man hands and A bubble butt
Dear you,   If you haven't heard it today I believe in you, even though we've never met. I believe in you because I know it is hard to believe in yourself,
298 days is a long timewhen every hour is countedby the second.Dear James,I knowyou've counted them too.Did you knowthat every drop of bloodeverycrimsonteardrop
To the person I tried to look up to, Because of you I learned the meaning of hate, But not why you hated me.   Because of you,
Dear Monster
Dearest – You are the one, The one who’s meant for me, As I am meant for you. Somehow, I know this, Despite how I met you In two simple dreams, Three years ago.  
To my future daughter, I had hope to never have you, but don't think of yourself as unloved or unwanted, rather you are my miracle, my salvation.
Dear Death  You always happen to take someone's breath Do not deny your love for life She is your companion, your wife  The gifts you send were once her creation
From whatever distant island you're viewing me from today: I have conquests on nations.   But you can't see that through a lens, or a message, or That letter I never replied to   
Dear baby sister,   Always remember to love Love with every fiber of your being And with no regrets Let your walls down And accept the happiness That you deserve And always know
Dear Bec, I’m not sorry that our friendship ended I’m not sorry that you chose to erase my role in the book of your life
hello, in the backyard of the cherished soil, where my love always falls flat like swollen notes i never sent. comma i stare at you while the sun rises. the red solo cup in my hand has been
Hello? Are you there? I miss you. This is just not fair.  The other day I found your missing shoe. But how can I be the only one to care?  The one from last summer, the one that was blue.
First of all, I've never had such a hard time figuring out what words to jumble together until now. I've thought of ways to write this letter to you for over a year now. Hoping, and praying that it would actually get typed.
He called me once, you know I was in the shower and he called me Not once, but over and over until I answered He asked me how to love you What presents to get you
"I Love You" By: Tha Thang You might not know it Because sometimes it's hard to see Cuz it's inside of me I want to show you that I love you I don't often say it 
To whom it may concern: No one knows your name. And why should they? What have you done in life to earn respect, love, to make your mark? Nothing. And you never will.
this is a poem, just to say i am in the place where  today is tomorrow already   the ground sways only when i wish it to   the blood still rushes through my temples  
Dear Anxiety,
to the boy who ate peanut butter everything i found the jar last month to the boy who covered my scrapes and bruises i needed a bandaid last week to the boy who talked during movies
To the slaves of freedom.
 It’s funny, how much a person can change over the years.  You still look like me in a way, with just a little more baby fat and a little less height.  Your eyes, however, are nearly unrecognisable.
Love, E.   What love did I have to give But the letters L O V E Strung together with threads of Indifference?
My dear Joy Dorany,
Dear Mom, I woke up today screaming and then realized it was just a nightmare. I don’t know why you didn’t come to check on me but I know I will be okay.   Dear Mom,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I've caused you any sadness these past couple days. I'm sorry if I creeped you out. I'm sorry if I disgusted you with the idea of my love. I'm sorry if I put a bullet through your heart.
Dear I Was, Childhood ended Adulthood is still far away   But still a Teen   Life was a bully back then
Dear Mack, Yes,that’s you.I knowyou stillgo by Lauren.Trust me,you’ll adjustto it.  I know it’s weird;me writing to you.It’s all I couldthink to do. I just wantto help. I know it’s hard.Everything, I mean.
DEAR MOTHER,
Mommy's eyes look sad, but she is laughing. Daddy's upstairs he is napping. We sit at dinner waiting alone. The next second is always unknown. Daddy wakes up and everything goes quiet.
Dear Child,   I want you to come into the world And I don’t mind if you cry For it means that you can breathe It means you won’t die   I will hug you to slumber
Dear Life, You are a game I can never seem to win. In the beginning, you seem so simple to endure and accomplish, but growing older, I see I have been lied to. You have a funny way of tricking me.
Dear Keyboard,
I was happy. We were happy. I don't think you know, but I heard the gun. Now, I live alone in numbness.   The feeling consumes me; that's all there is. No peace. Just noise.
I’m sorry that I am unable to bring you into this world. I guess that this is a curse that God gave me as a punishment for being me. If I can change I would for you. I somewhat think it's for the best though wouldn’t you agree?
  To the people who said they were my friends then completely ruined me: Thank you.   Thank you for totally destroying my ability to trust anyone.
Hello my heart     You cry often Why do you feel sad?
I'll do anything you want, I'll obey your every command.I'll cross countries if you wish, I will go to any land.I want to be your humble servant, that is true.I love you deeply and I'll do anything for you.
  To a star crossed miracle, to a creature of my own flesh, my gift from whatever the hell is looking out for me, do not bury your head
You probably don't know me, but my friend made you add me on snapchat.
You are toxic You are poison to the people around you You are manipulative and twisted and sinister You do not feel You love with your mind, not your heart You are cold and calculating,
I remember when our connection had its first break: I changed so sudden, and the whole time I was feeling your heart break. It was a pain so strong that sometimes I still feel your heartache.
To the worrisome little girl I was: Things will fall into place.It’ll take time.Tears will be cried.But things will fit together again,Even if they’re all broken now.
Dear Love I hope this note reaches you well. Maybe sometime after noon? So you will remember To look for me
What they don't tell you about high school isn't spoken aloud.   How someone might call you loud within the first week of school.   How someone might break your heart
I wrote a letter, put it in a bottle
To whom it concerns, Have you a clue what you did for me? All the great memories I have just because of you. Never did I expect someone to impact my life as much as you have. Keeping me happy must've be your job
Mom, you do not have OCD because you like clean sideboard.You are neat and I congratulate youbut you do not have OCD until your head is filled with a montage of shattering plates,bursting lightbulbs,smashing vases,
    Everything just seems really fragile
 The sophistication of a thought virus
 That erupted in my soul
You are the beat that keep
I'm writing this letter to you,
Dear Brother You’ve teased me, Loved me, Tormented me, And taught me. You’ve made me cry, Laugh, Yell and scream, and smile, All in the same day. I hated you,
Sometimes I care so much it hurts So I hide behind indifference for anesthesia I'm running from my inner demons It’s easier to use my sins as temporary amnesia   I wear my Scarlett letter like a mask
You made me believe it was possible to trust another human being. Of course the only reason why I've become so cynical of trust, is simply because i've been broken by constant sorrow,
You were never the one who got tests hung up on the fridge and you never handled a ball well enough  to earn a trophy or attention. You were never your sister, who had
When we met, you were just another girl But now for some reason you are my world I havent seen you in a while but it cool My heart says otherwise, maybe i'm a fool The days go by, we hardly speak nowdays
to start a letter no one knows, this generation has yet learned to grow in love, or simplicity, to be of what used to be,
They come and go
We continue to wage this pointless war, 
   I just want to thank you for the chance to tell you about who I am and what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m assuming that even if you didn’t ask me, you must have wanted to know who I really am?
It’s been a couple months. The pictures are all gone. But there's no delete button For the pictures in my head. Or the words that you said. I’ve convinced myself that I’m over you.
Bacon is tasty Bacon is fun when it comes to awesome it's second to none.
How often do you come around anymore without me requesting you? How long will you stay before leaving abruptly once again, because you can’t stand the warmth of a familiar touch.
Dear Mr. Lightning-storm-robotic-emotion-manic-stupid-face.   Sorry, scratch that. Dear you,   When I first met you, you were like a lightning bolt. Really bright and really powerful.
Dear newlywed Snow White, now Mrs. Charming,   I know I should be off working right now. I will as soon as this is done. First off, I should probably introduce myself.
Dear father,
Back at the trailer, another day gone She stopped to wonder why She asked herself, "is this worth it?' She was barely getting by
In my sleep I dreamt it was day.
I collected in a box all the things I left behind,
  If a boy ever tells you you're beautiful, ask him what he thinks of your heart
For my sister Annemarie   Its not that we couldn't be its not that we never have been its not that we cant see
I wrote this poem  because of a journal entry I wrote entitled--"Entries from an agnostic." T
Using the five sensesIs that all I do
I stumbled upon it without knowing what it was. I pulled it out and saw my name written on it...the hand writting... it looked so familiar yet so diffrent...I opened it and started to read.
It was written in my name, but never in my hand.
1)  I love you. I love you like a sister, like a crazy aunt, and sometimes even like you’re my lesbian lover, when you’re in the mood to piss off your grandmother. I love you…. But…
Dear whoever you may be,   With every bone in my body I want you I long for the day when I no longer have to search above and below I've been fed lies about you,
Broken home Broken heart Torn from the inside out Just ripped apart ……………………………….. You’re behind my scars
My one true love was a letterAnd for tears upon which I stood,It grew up through pieces of plasticsearching through years of daysfor woodFor grass, for fir, for wood, for flightEffortlessly
"Tell me, tell me, tell me once more. The words you say before you walk out the door. Please don't go, don't leave me here alone. How will I know if you will ever return home? I promise I won't tug at your hand.
I await the benevolence. No rebellion to be found here, nor even a challenge just a confounded nomad seeking serenity. I hope we'll all one day be able to break through the irony.
Dressed in white and at the hall, Excited was she not nervous at all, It was a day she looked forward to since she was a child, Whenever she thought about it she sat and she smiled.
  I was young, and I was Different Even though I was odd, I was also still innocent The agony, the deceit right in front of my eyes Yet I was too blind, maybe even paralyzed
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
I'm trying to wait for you Maybe we've met once before I hope you take care of me Like I promised you
I went to a dance one night on the Queen Mary in May where the ocean kissed the ship the same way the guests tip toed on deck that was adorned with pearl necklaces of lights
Dear Stranger,
When I look at you all I see... Is the story of your eyes, The reflection of your soul, The smile on your face, The lips of yours. That speak words full of possibilities,
Dear Fellow "Men": You stand so tall Because your penis and testicles Make you better, never wondering whether You are a man
Dear Anthony, I'd like to set aside order for a moment And what's inadvertently thought of as important To spill my heart on a palette With words left uncalloused Waiting to engrave
I'm really getting confused, because all i hear is bad news on the news, theme song sounding like the blues, looking for a way to find the clues, of the hidden word puzzle, escaping is a struggle, i don't want to burst bubbles, my perspective view
Dear God, Somethings I just don’t understand; like things must be extremely complex or my mind too inferior to comprehend, the things that plague the human mind, body, and soul.
The words are in my head But not on paper in ink. Forming oh so slowly, It makes it hard to think. I grab a piece of paper, The pen is in my hand, But why I am not writing, I just can’t understand.
Please mister president, Listen to my plea. There are fellows like you and me Living on the street, They are treated like meat. When they have hearts and souls Like you and me, But it seems to be,
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