annaswirls
Pointy?
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Please read all three poems and vote for your favorite. Guidelines for the contest were here:
After the voting is over (5 days) anyone who wrote a letter poem but did not want to submit it can post here for kicks.
#1 Please Read The Letter That I Wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote
but never sent,
a murmur from an empty envelope,
two dollars spent
par avion express to let you know:
Though words are trapped inside my pen
there is still hope.
And one day you will tear
a flood out from this bone dry fold,
one day words will come again,
I have been told.
But until then...
this vacuum spells itself: Hello.
At least hello.
Two dollars spent par avion
to mark a not yet dreamt up quote:
Please read the letter that I sent
but never wrote.
#2 Please read the letter that I wrote
If you are delivering to the end of my road
will it be too much of an inconvenience to
include my package?
I know the state of the packing will not be
to you standard but the imperfections
are not of my own making.
Time has raddled the wrapping
and rounded the corners, as it bounced
around the world, seeking it's
true address.
Seek amongst the 'Returned to Sender' stickers
for a name originally annotated in pencil
written by a hand at that time young
and inexperienced.
The letters rounded in a childish hand,
fully expecting a swift delivery
much in the way of requests soaring
through the chimney smoke at Christmas.
But as you see for all it's discrepancies
the package remains virtually intact,
but needs to be delivered soon
or the contents will spill.
I await your reply and hopefully my delivery
finally to Cemetery Road.
#3 Please Read the Letter that I Wrote
To my two true loves,
neither knows the other nor know the nature of my needs,
how my heart holds you hidden, a hopeless history, a happy health.
My first –fears forced my fond feelings to fall fallow,
my only, we own our opulent orgasms.
I shed my shirt, the shaggy show shapes our shared shimmering in shiny sheets.
My lady loves, lustful longings, with one wanting a wonderfully
different development in days done my desire deepened to despair.
My sweetheart spouse, my sole sexual satisfaction, I seek our sensual solution.
Alone and arouse, my amorous ache ardent for you.
No blissful benefits between both babes, my love subjects; not even sex objects.
After the voting is over (5 days) anyone who wrote a letter poem but did not want to submit it can post here for kicks.
#1 Please Read The Letter That I Wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote
but never sent,
a murmur from an empty envelope,
two dollars spent
par avion express to let you know:
Though words are trapped inside my pen
there is still hope.
And one day you will tear
a flood out from this bone dry fold,
one day words will come again,
I have been told.
But until then...
this vacuum spells itself: Hello.
At least hello.
Two dollars spent par avion
to mark a not yet dreamt up quote:
Please read the letter that I sent
but never wrote.
#2 Please read the letter that I wrote
If you are delivering to the end of my road
will it be too much of an inconvenience to
include my package?
I know the state of the packing will not be
to you standard but the imperfections
are not of my own making.
Time has raddled the wrapping
and rounded the corners, as it bounced
around the world, seeking it's
true address.
Seek amongst the 'Returned to Sender' stickers
for a name originally annotated in pencil
written by a hand at that time young
and inexperienced.
The letters rounded in a childish hand,
fully expecting a swift delivery
much in the way of requests soaring
through the chimney smoke at Christmas.
But as you see for all it's discrepancies
the package remains virtually intact,
but needs to be delivered soon
or the contents will spill.
I await your reply and hopefully my delivery
finally to Cemetery Road.
#3 Please Read the Letter that I Wrote
To my two true loves,
neither knows the other nor know the nature of my needs,
how my heart holds you hidden, a hopeless history, a happy health.
My first –fears forced my fond feelings to fall fallow,
my only, we own our opulent orgasms.
I shed my shirt, the shaggy show shapes our shared shimmering in shiny sheets.
My lady loves, lustful longings, with one wanting a wonderfully
different development in days done my desire deepened to despair.
My sweetheart spouse, my sole sexual satisfaction, I seek our sensual solution.
Alone and arouse, my amorous ache ardent for you.
No blissful benefits between both babes, my love subjects; not even sex objects.
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