"letterhead" poems - Hello Poetry

I am a heavily folded sheet of stationery. A Roman nobleman. She is so so sick. You are Shakespeare; you are wrong. It took me f o r e v e r to decode: The fault is NOT in our stars, but in ourselves. She is a letterhead. She is in my empty bed. She is enough.

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Oct 29, 2014

Oct 29, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC

gossamer-2

The Fault: She Is Enough

I am a heavily folded sheet of stationery. A Roman nobleman. She is so so sick. You are Shakespeare; you are wrong. It took me f o r e v e r to decode: The fault is NOT in our stars, but in ourselves. She is a letterhead. She is in my empty bed. She is enough.

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To whom it may concern: My emotions are to discern. Vulnerability is not absurd. Let known: you live, you learn.

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Aug 19, 2012

Aug 19, 2012 at 3:36 AM UTC

charlie-chirico

Letterhead

To whom it may concern: My emotions are to discern. Vulnerability is not absurd. Let known: you live, you learn.

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When I was young I thought I'd lean in And help everyone I saw. I'd take on troubles and burdens and Cares like a postman scooping up today's Mail from a big blue letterbox. But I found the metal singes my fingers and forearms And the envelopes leave paper cuts. My blood drops in crimson drips On the letterhead you carefully crafted. The stamps unstick and amble, impotent, Down the sidewalk, Blown away from me On the slightest breeze. It took me too long to learn-- Other people's troubles are their own To pass along.

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Jul 17, 2019

Jul 17, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC

shutteropen

Personal Letterhead

When I was young I thought I'd lean in And help everyone I saw. I'd take on troubles and burdens and Cares like a postman scooping up today's Mail from a big blue letterbox. But I found the metal singes my fingers and forearms And the envelopes leave paper cuts. My blood drops in crimson drips On the letterhead you carefully crafted. The stamps unstick and amble, impotent, Down the sidewalk, Blown away from me On the slightest breeze. It took me too long to learn-- Other people's troubles are their own To pass along.

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There are things to worry See in a hurry or a blurry Move or push in a scurry Yes even thoughts to bury But a false premise builder Often strikes match flash light Whoa oh how bright oh bright Let shine and blind bewilder Imbedding their charges against others to come Looking at the world in black or white smothers to some Whispering character assassinations Then twist and turn and speaking bass drum Punches, scream oh no accept reply Dive swim down deep pressure diving Breaststroke splash splash accusation conniving Slow blow mean demean, all to be sight unseen Hide hide, what you? Hey say, are often the hiders themselves A skew, how shrew, the essence, yes the crux  Full one side story oh there is never Force grab oh don’t push neither left nor right lever Oh middle lever free is never to be oh unfree decree Everyone forever on the mend Though never even a soft only a hardened bend Why oh why, why not to me now unfriend? Try I to comprehend! I trip tripness darkness spread So must free flow words here this letterhead Mind fever drugging underflow No not no not yes knot oh complete knot tightening blow   Cheers, punch gut to me inner character assassination My heart covered by trepidation Fast forward roundabout rewind harsh lamentation One sided black or white, out of spite and protection might Middle ground oh of constant unbound Oh why middle never to be truly found To the mirror is the appearer And yes all humanity can be vanity So seek sanity says *** to kettle Oh what, is there nothing to settle?   As member of humanity I am Realize hurt I may have caused Though not mal-intended Yes not so intended to those befriended Though deep down result is same I neither disclaim my blame nor take crooked aim

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Aug 27, 2016

Aug 27, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC

john-garrity

False Premise Eyes

There are things to worry See in a hurry or a blurry Move or push in a scurry Yes even thoughts to bury But a false premise builder Often strikes match flash light Whoa oh how bright oh bright Let shine and blind bewilder Imbedding their charges against others to come Looking at the world in black or white smothers to some Whispering character assassinations Then twist and turn and speaking bass drum Punches, scream oh no accept reply Dive swim down deep pressure diving Breaststroke splash splash accusation conniving Slow blow mean demean, all to be sight unseen Hide hide, what you? Hey say, are often the hiders themselves A skew, how shrew, the essence, yes the crux  Full one side story oh there is never Force grab oh don’t push neither left nor right lever Oh middle lever free is never to be oh unfree decree Everyone forever on the mend Though never even a soft only a hardened bend Why oh why, why not to me now unfriend? Try I to comprehend! I trip tripness darkness spread So must free flow words here this letterhead Mind fever drugging underflow No not no not yes knot oh complete knot tightening blow   Cheers, punch gut to me inner character assassination My heart covered by trepidation Fast forward roundabout rewind harsh lamentation One sided black or white, out of spite and protection might Middle ground oh of constant unbound Oh why middle never to be truly found To the mirror is the appearer And yes all humanity can be vanity So seek sanity says *** to kettle Oh what, is there nothing to settle?   As member of humanity I am Realize hurt I may have caused Though not mal-intended Yes not so intended to those befriended Though deep down result is same I neither disclaim my blame nor take crooked aim

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A yellow notice on the gate with bold letterhead states Noxious **** Commission and then, in smaller red print, declares: Demand Notice to Remove Thistle. This notice is a sudden smack behind the noggin. Bringing attention to a purple, spiky blossom on top of an orb wound tightly around a ball of seeds, swaying in the breeze and heeding this question: What did you do? To make the County use its bureaucratic might and declare thistle plants a blight, a public nuisance worthy of persecution. And any resistance will cause an appearance before a judge who'll levy fines and imprisonment. What did you do? Shock begins to wane and reason filters into the brain; this thistle, that goats devour like its a treat, it explodes into a cotton suite that birds use to build a soft nest and squirrels a cozy den for all their kin. Is this order just about the plants by the gate, or does it include plants used by bees, or the plants that help pollinate veggies? Or the pretty blue thistle splashing color in an otherwise rather dull foliage - do those count too? The notice drifts off into the finer print of legalese using words like must, subject to, and other decrees and then it ends with this call to arms - Declare War On Thistle! But whose side am I on? And, when I am in jail, will I get my thistle tea?

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Jan 12, 2025

Jan 12, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC

francis-mandeville

War on Thistle

A yellow notice on the gate with bold letterhead states Noxious **** Commission and then, in smaller red print, declares: Demand Notice to Remove Thistle. This notice is a sudden smack behind the noggin. Bringing attention to a purple, spiky blossom on top of an orb wound tightly around a ball of seeds, swaying in the breeze and heeding this question: What did you do? To make the County use its bureaucratic might and declare thistle plants a blight, a public nuisance worthy of persecution. And any resistance will cause an appearance before a judge who'll levy fines and imprisonment. What did you do? Shock begins to wane and reason filters into the brain; this thistle, that goats devour like its a treat, it explodes into a cotton suite that birds use to build a soft nest and squirrels a cozy den for all their kin. Is this order just about the plants by the gate, or does it include plants used by bees, or the plants that help pollinate veggies? Or the pretty blue thistle splashing color in an otherwise rather dull foliage - do those count too? The notice drifts off into the finer print of legalese using words like must, subject to, and other decrees and then it ends with this call to arms - Declare War On Thistle! But whose side am I on? And, when I am in jail, will I get my thistle tea?

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