Dear Love, I wonder how you got that scar? And why you are so very far. Do you ever think of me, my love? I know I think of you, my knight. You invade my thoughts during the day, And haunt my dreams in the…

Dear me, You are love and you are loved. Always remember this, never let anyone convince you any different. With love from -The Brand New Brave Me. Dear 19 year old anxious me, Let go of trying to control everything, Stop overthinking and worrying yourself…

Oh you want my cooperation Pardon me, I have an obligation To define me and my situation Use my free will and imagination To be unique me, not an imitation So no, you can’t have my dedication

My dearest Mandy,   You’ve come through so much clouded hell. Through darkness, you’ve learned to love In the light, over looking mountains of perceptions. In limited realities.   Footprints on the shore, leaving your imprints Washed away By the sands of time   You…

Gina had a little dog and Brownie was his name Remember Mary’s lamb that went to school? Well Brownie did the same He wasn’t smart or good for tricks And was quite past his prime But he was there to pick her up each day As…

Side by side the bear and girl walked A fox leads them to their destiny Passing by a few autumn shrubs And buildings that have been marked The girl paid no attention to the surroundings Marching forward with a slight skip to her step The…

One million chances to try to make it right To my shame, the results the same I cried another night.  

Write a poem as if it is a letter to someone. Start with the word Dear and go from there. This poem letter could be to yourself. It could be to someone you know. It could be to a complete stranger.

There is something I need to say about this place where I live Not the structure that protects my head from rain This body, my living frame that I live in each day It follows me everywhere that I go It is broken and tattered,…

It was scorching hot and it was mid summer Mama and Papa had gone to the relatives Leaving me under the care of Chris and Kirk.   Kirk was looking at his left Not eyeing me But he’s eyeing the hawker who was selling ice-cream…