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It took me a long time to realize that not everyone in your life is going to want what is best for you, And that sometimes the people around you are going to want to see you fail because they know they could never do what you do.
Dear chubby queer kid I know those words feel like insults now But someday you will learn to own them To wear them like medals you earned Because you did earn them Fighting every day to survive
How do you write something happy that's also good? My efforts always seem to fall short when I attempt to write about how the sun feels on my skin, because that skin contains scars
If I were to die today, Would you, darling, be okay? The love I feel For you is real And does not need a breath to stay. If the heavens were to shake, The earth beneath my feet to quake,
She came in like a shooting star , Stayed for a while and went too far, Every night in my tears, Every day in my prayers, loosing her was my biggest fear, After all she was too dear!!..
Dear Education, Thank you for giving us the chance to know, to think, to read, to speak. Thank you for being you, for not discriminating against who can have you. I am sorry that we, the people,
Dear Faith, Today I realized that I’ve never visited your grave. I wonder what that would feel like To stand on the spot of grass above your body.
Dear Heart, You are quite a strange and odd little thing, Beating steadily here within my chest. But you have shown you can stutter, cry, sing, And, o'erall, make me feel my worst or best.
Dear reflection, I am the lone sparrow that glides through the dead forest, I am mute but yet I still speak. A mockingbird that's tune falls on deaf ears.
Dear Reflection, I am the lone sparrow that glides through the dead forest, I am mute but yet I still speak. A mockingbird that's tune falls on deaf ears.
Dear System, You tried. You tried your best to squash me down A square peg into your row of round holes. You tried so hard you overlooked
Dear Mr. Chavez or should I say Dad? Such great high school memories, we both had. You made me lunch each morning, every single day. "I don't eat that", instead of, "Thank you", I'd say.
Dear Sydney, Out there, I’d be bare, Stripped down, naked, A silhouette, faded. Can’t you understand?
I am black And I am a girl And with these traits I hold danger in my arms like a mother to a son she wasnt ready for How could you ever be ready for the world when the world isnt ready for you ?
Dear anxiety, You've been with me my whole life Not like a loving mother who cares for me
Dear Life, Why must you bore me? Why must I fill myself with blasts of RGB from a screen just to have purpose? Why can't you satisfy me? Why must I let you make me such a mess?
Dear Numbers, You represent that which words can easily explain. You represent something lonely and lost. You are solitary objects that only result in a continual pattern of more numbers to be defined.
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,
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 Death, Why are you so unpredictable? You can strike with little-to-no warning, or you can lay dormant for years. You'll wait in the shadows until something
Dear Luck, You know I am always thinking— hoping— for you. Everyone is.
dear love, you are a nightmare dressed as a miracle. you are misleading. you are troublesome. but somehow, you always seem beautiful. you always seem to pull me in
Dear Mirror Mirror, I once asked you a question, I asked you who's the lonelines of all And as the white crystal shards broke and shattered You refused to answer me truthfully
I made a rope bridge Out of Broken shoe laces And Mirror shards. I know... It's just my luck. But love, Love has just about flipped it. My bridge was meant to take me From here,
Dear I Was, Childhood ended Adulthood is still far away But still a Teen Life was a bully back then
all i need is you, my dear. i need to feel the waves of your love. seeing you was like going to the beach, though i always said i wouldn't go in the water, i always did, and when i did, i'd never leave.
You are a child's entertainment. You are my entertainment. They scoff at your gaudy colours, They play you off as too innocent for their rebellious excursions. But I am here waiting with you
I am controlled by this Bryiana, What story has my face have told? Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
With want I watch the hunter and his dear. His delight; unfaltering, does not cease. A mere goodbye; you help me in my fleece- Out to the woods, to the cold morning’s air.
Dear new me, with love always I pray that you never forget my days My strengths, my weaknesses, all my mistakes
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
Dear, oh love of mine, will you come again, some time?
Dear Love, I gave it all to you. And you dog gone took it and ran with it. Such a fool, to have ever think we would be.
Dear Teachers We are not all delinquents Nor are we all against you Please don’t scream at us all For the faults of a few We are not all lazy bums But please consider that
I loved you so much,Your feel.Your touch.The way you walked.The way you talked.I loved it all, so much.
Dear young woman on the other end of the computer screen,
I bought a pack of chewing gum, last Thursday at the store. And when I tried to take a piece, you fell out on the floor.
May your thumbs be stripped from the poisonous layer, That distracts the eyes from reality, The blinks of light, the flashes away, The mind is less when near Oh can you hear my speech of words,
When my hips make like prayer books, and I have a son I will tell him: my father is weak but doctors mistake it for heart disease. Those doctors are fools. They don't know of the lack of childhood
dear 1960's: wish i couldve been there. inagurated john f kennedy killed marilyn monroe martin luther king speech veitnam war. cuban missile crisis first walmart john f kennedy assasinated