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The love letter that was never sent

robert43041
Viking
Tyrant of Words
Canada 36awards
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Poetry Contest

(Real or fictional): the writer hesitated, thought best not to send it for reasons best know to him or her
Afraid of getting a negative response?  Afraid that it might be intercepted by someone not the intended receiver?  Some nasty secret involved?
So:  a real letter sent (and you rue the day) or  something totally fictional.

Poems up to 100 lines preferred.   Any style but I would like to see some rhymes really worked on.

Have fun with it.

Jordan
D.O.C.
Twisted Dreamer
United States 7awards
Joined 4th May 2022
Forum Posts: 114

Lip Service

or †  
† †
Why He Never Posted Countless Future Sonnets Professing His Love on Twitter †  
† †
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"I swear if thou comparest me still yet to one more summer's day -- †  
I ne'er again shall give thee head in this or any alleyway!" †  
† †
* †  
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a dedication of Respect †  
for †  
Preventing the Pain of not getting any †  
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a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on †  
the course of true love yet e'er running smooth to †  
the Pain of not getting any -- † †
just ask a syphilitic shakespeare of the "incurable †  
bone-ache" †  
† †
may, 2023 -- the Realist a bard of Truth
still yet experiencing the brief cessation of Pain
on getting some --
yet again †
Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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nightbirdblue
enbyblue
Fire of Insight
United States 6awards
Joined 24th Sep 2017
Forum Posts: 66

Under The Mercury Moon

 
a token shared;  
I read into  
the sentiment  
...was it from you?  

or had I given this freely  
only to be returned?
 

an Irish blessing  
upon a medallion  
the message is clear but  
I canít exactly remember  
some too many years ago  
even a decade longer  

since I knew your love  
and we were stronger
 

youíve returned to me  
an art collection  
I gathered back then  
still, no recollection  
did you place it here  
intentionally?  

or is the message rejection  
of what could have been?
 

a few weeks go by, and I  
seek the answer still  
though I do not ask you  
instead this box again, I spill  
the content: more boxes  
artistic packs of cigarettes  
a creative expression  
Iíve lost, and now lack  
the will for connection  
wish you only the best  

even if that means  
we can no longer be friends
 

so I search within  
each box, mostly intact  
for perhaps a clue  
I may have before missed  
I can see it in my mind  
a message on a note  
folded up secrets  
hidden depths of romance  

but as my fingers pry open  
these empty spaces reflect  
empty promises I left you  
expecting more than I gave  



...Iím not surprised at my heartache  
~  
Iím certain it reflects what you felt...
 



still  
I long to break this silence  
desire the passion we once held  
youíve left me again with no sign  
but I really donít blame you  
from all those years ago  
when you read my tarot  
I should have listened to you then  
I shouldnít have returned to those men  
and I should have hugged you goodbye  

but I couldnít stand anymore  
to be the one who made you cry
 

for all the struggles Iíve survived  
I have only learned better  
how to spread my wings  
to rise above as a feather  
and have hope for a better life  
but it is the loss of your friendship  
a laden remorse I still hide  
I am brought once again  

to knees, weeping  
no respite
 

my biggest regret so far  
is not having more courage  
you only ever wanted the best  
and now the cards foretell  

it is time  

I will rise above, break my shackles  
I will shine radiant and strong  
so you may see my light  
no withholdings  
I will not ignore my reading  
like I did of yours, so long ago  
the voice of the cosmos speaks:  

three monthsí time, I will reach out  
I must tell you what Iíve buried  
the last time we spoke  
the truth is, we had something  

more than friendship  

and maybe you still donít know  
if thatís your sensual identity  
Iím not really sure either but  
this silence deafens me  

and I will not end my life  
neither by suicide or natural decay  
until my voice has been heard  
forever in my heart, you will remain  

my sweet friend of a lady  
you were intimate and also inspiring  
you were always the warrior woman  
that I wished to exemplify within me  

so I will rest my woes for a while  
let my poor choices subside  
work through PTSD on my own 'cause  
you donít need to see me cry  

you need to see me in strength  
need reassurance, I am now right  
I have chosen to overcome  
and will not disappoint  

an aching desire  
an inkling of prediction  
the cards dangle before me  
a future may still be possible  

with you  

I will take the days as they come  
just one at a time  
until I may breach this barrier  
Iíve created to protect you  
and please also, you must know  
I will have no expectations  
your fate is your own  

but I will no longer deny my destiny  
 
I will come to you in time  
three months as Iíve been instructed  
my heart sings for such promise  
to unveil whatís been stifled  
unrequited love no longer  
I will show her...  


 
...Iíve never wept over a regret  
~  
like that last lost hug...
 



Written by nightbirdblue (enbyblue)
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Northern1
Fire of Insight
Iceland
Joined 15th Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 208

I Long To Be A Goshawk

In High School i had a thing for Lorelei. †She was cool and indifferent while inescapably hot and near
i wrote this to impress her but never showed it to her


I long to be a goshawk
and glide in the sky
like a butterfly
until I die
with a high sigh
oh my
then will you cry
Lorelei?
Written by Northern1
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PoetSpeak
Tyrant of Words
United States 52awards
Joined 17th Nov 2013
Forum Posts: 148

A Voice Writing our Story

There's a kinetic energy
Between lovers  
It's unspoken
 
It floats in aura
Supreme and unflinching
Bold but telling
 
There are things†
I want to say them to you
But can't, so I write these poems†
 
I'm around you on every corner†
In your rear view mirror
A voice writing our story
Written by PoetSpeak
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Tre_poetic
Strange Creature
Joined 15th May 2023
Forum Posts: 2

Loving the flow

dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 17th Aug 2015
Forum Posts: 2789

Forbidden Feelings






The love I feel compels me to be crazy to impress you
With the things I do, somehow, it revolves back to offending you

The charming smile mesmerizes me when your ruddy cheeks glow
I force myself to redo things, thinking it will impress more

I fly above the clouds burning my skin to the aura of the place
Fight the sentries to enter your monarchy to see your face

Petite rubicund lips pressed to hide the joy of those sparkling eyes
I enjoy this feeling as if a sunflower sees the sun in the morning skies

As if a cold misty night leaves the dewdrops on the grass to glow
Sunrays through rainy clouds, as if something is about to explode

It is enough for me to breathe, but my stubborn soul desires more
I cannot imagine the pain of losing you; it is not something I wish for

Neither will I feel the joy of holding you, it is overwhelming
It is the price we have to pay for growing forbidden feelings †

I will come every day to your terrace to sit on the edge of the sky
Till you come and kiss this darkness to fade away and die





Written by dejure (vick)
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Tre_poetic
Strange Creature
Joined 15th May 2023
Forum Posts: 2

Anonymous

Am I mistaking or have I just seen an angel, with eyes so bright you've unknowingly set my world a light. Your smile is golden what I'd give just to embrace the treasure.

Should I make a move or stand from a distance, writing stalkish letters, which explains why your the reason for existence and with a little persistence maybe one day I'll have the courage to acknowledge my mania for a girl with such a beauteous presence.

You're not perfection, but your elegant structure denotes that you were handcrafted by god himself.
But how can it be possible for a god to create a goddess? Truly, †you are my heaven on earth

So I leave this rose as a token of my admiration, as I continue to imagine that one day you'll be mine.
For I'm just a dreamer writing words I'll never have the courage to mention.
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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Fire of Insight
Portugal 8awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 91

My right to ask.

Who gave you the right
to close my ways?
To lick my death
and hide your guilt.
Fucking greed!

Who gave you the right
to suffocate my chest
with half truths?
Your blunt mind
uses blind words
to slice luck...

Do not abort
my glass wrists,
forget my loneliness
at the foot of the ear.

Don't degrade the obvious.
Pull the trigger,
rub the shame in the soul...

But calm down!
The enemies are armed...
who gave you the right
to stay by my side?

Life boost
that nothing reverts to liquid,
batrachian that inhabits my womb,
blunt knife, desolate faith.
shit boost
to get my shoes dirty.

Picking my hair
in the abundance of ticks
who are you really?

Mirror reflections
scattered in the room and
under the rugs...
across the dining room
like a strand of rotten pearls
that bursts
in the face of those who don't love.

Dark-sided seasick moon,
bump on the table top,
awkward face and
that kind of absence on the face.

This lack of solution,
this fear without cure...
what you never wanted
or what we never were...
only empty teeth
very, very, very hungry...


PAR
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robert43041
Viking
Tyrant of Words
Canada 36awards
Joined 30th July 2020
Forum Posts: 681

Crushed

Dear K.

I blew it so badly
My regrets, my tears
Would fill an Olympic size swimmimg pool
For I was such a fool

Trying to juggle with objects
Of precious Saxe porcelaine and crystals
But not knowing how

So I dropped it all
Thus smashing dreams and hopes
To pieces.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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neves
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 13th Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 20

Dark matter

 



Tortus
_______

He liked nails
scraping over
his cheeks

bound in
harnesses
of double
coin knots,

his breath
count always
began to
lessen

as I let
silver wheels
cruise down
his spine
in slow
motion.



Agata
______

She always
let me decide
what to wear

her adrenaline
would always
be rushing
each time
I turned up,

her thighs
indulged
in sailor
knots

tied up
to my
flog,

I want
to feel
every
tear

she
said.


Purus
_______

What can
I actually say

he always did
what he was
told to do

no matter
how hard
it was,

his reward
was walking
on a leash

with a neck
clasped in
leather

the chain
wrapped
tight over
my hand,

little ball
clenching
between
his teeth.



Revivere
________

She was
greedy as
she tried
to be

nothing
was off
the table
either,

she would
lay inside
my smooth
leather lap

waiting
for the next
hand clap
against her
pale cheek,

she told me
never to say
which tool
my hands
would pick

but she
loved the
paddle &
the crop

gliding up
her legs
into her
thighs

brushing
over her
swelling
bud,

knowing
there is
struggle
to find
power

inside
an hour
of dark
thought.
Written by neves
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neves
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 13th Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 20

This is what it feels like

 



Before †
I met you
everything
remained
in the air

I always
mastered
every deal
made to it

the way
nothing
came
close.



Sometimes
it angers me
how deeply
you pierce
into my skin

in the way
you remind me
I must sleep
in my bed,

in the way
you remind me
I should be
less like air

in the way
I want to grow
every broken
down root,


be less
violent to
my own
soul.



Written by neves
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ManorMyth
Man_Or_Myth
Twisted Dreamer
United States 2awards
Joined 14th Apr 2014
Forum Posts: 44

A Letter From Me To You

With my heart crushed from the realization that the one I longed for and the one that has my heart is someone I can't have nor can never be with, leaves me in remorse for all the time spent together. As if I am waking from a dream to find out the life we shared, the stories we told and the dreams we planned for one another, were just figments of my imagination and that time and distance was my reality, that kept a love that felt so strong and so right from progressing towards a happy ending, instead of this sad beginning of life without you to brighten my day with your soothing voice filling my ears. But, even though I understand what you are going through and I know I can't change what happened or what's going to happen, I'm writing this letter from me to you just to say one last time that  
" I love you".
Written by ManorMyth (Man_Or_Myth)
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Vee
Rina
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 7th Sep 2013
Forum Posts: 3016

Unwritten Letter


The ink from my quill dry, nothing flows † †
the alabaster unsullied parchment pure and pristine †
spreads under my fingers waiting to be denuded †
by memories which have yet to incur † †

My thoughts disconnected and disengaged collide † †
obliterating a weave of methodically well written script † †
of a seductive dance with every step perfected in my mind † †
sliding into unknown future unto this unwritten letter † †
††  
The laughter of our unborn children with your eyes †
and my smile, filling uninhabited spaces of a lake house † † †
taunting echoes which are merely a minuscule breath † †
of ink suspended, eternally frozen in mid-air † †
††  
Half full wine glasses strewn on a blanket in luscious †
vineyards of Pinot Meunier, warm sun-kissed grapes; †
a paradigm of promises sealed with patina †
coated memories inside an hour glass of sand † †
††  
Whispers trapped inside threads of sheets † †
as white as my unsent unwritten letter, emblazoned †
with scents of morning dew and you, stretching †
fibers of my four chambers sheltering the unspoken truth. † †
Written by Vee (Rina)
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
England 29awards
Joined 10th Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 5003

We, Rooted

 
It is winter. Summer where I lay.  
I imagine us sat at a table  
that is not ours with hot cups
of black tea enjoying minutes  
of craved silence. The neighbours
have gone. An old cat sits in a driveway
I do not recognise. Our lives are knotted
in familiarity. There is a strange faith  
found only in each other. We are alive
in the midst of everything grey.  
Interwoven. Symbolic. Seemingly lost
in overlapping fingers in the hall.  
 
 
Youíre mine as we turn off the lights.

Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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