Life in a Letter Scholarship Slam

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Dear School, I'm so sick of you. I'd like to stay home ill and just turn on the TV so my mind can think of something other than statistics, français, and how many essays are due today?  
Dear all,  See the girl who walks alone, whose smile was carved like stone. Yes, the one who pranced around the room  and brightened up a path of golden flowers.   One day the problems came along,
Dear predator, Mentor Turned into tormentor Pest now turned into past Grudges, oh I loved my grudges But I won’t let it hold me back
Dear future me,   I am from a softly lit night sky stretching out into the dawn, a homely little cottage basking in its warmth.
Dear fellow dreamers yearning to satisfy their wanderlust,   I wish I could always be traveling,                                        Adventuring striking royal ocean waves.                              
Dear anxiety, I feel a pain in my chest. Is it you? It's like someone is stabbing me With a rugged knife. Or like someone is gripping my heart tightly With their sharp claws and isn't letting go.
Thanksgiving evening my family was coming over,   I was so excited, I began to holler,   Helping set the table and spreading out the food,  
Dear Friends,
Dear child, here's to us,   Do you see it? Feel it? Hear it? Smell it? Sense it?   Take a moment.
We all take risks in this game. We either lose or win. I would rather have a draw. No one ever knows their playing Until they have they see
Dear Women Around the World, There are times when no one will believe in you, Times when your strength is tested more than your knowledge, Strength that lies in your mind, and not your muscles.
Dear Jensen,I wish the best for you and hope you figure out your way for our sake. I know you might quake from your journey, but please stand firm and do not forget who you are.
To the heart shaped rock sitting somewhere along the beach in Brehat,   Climbing the cliffs, exploring the tide pools,
Dear (unnamed/unquantified),   I will never be quite sure how I got to here,  to this isolated plateau, this strange relationship  of fiction and non-fiction, born of seeing 
Dearest Adriana,   I can remember when the sun had shone, So brightly through my car window, As I drove hours and hours to finally behold
To my dearest friend,   I love you. But I want to live my life.   Sometimes I hate being stuck in this place. It’s dark.
Dear my ambition,   You must learn some modesty You must learn to be humble Otherwise you’ll burn too bright And like a star You’ll die I admire your dreams and aspirations
Dear Time,   You never stop moving, just quietly go on passing Day by day, week by week, year by year Until one looks up to see that everything has changed.
Dear Time,   You never stop moving, just quietly go on passing Day by day, week by week, year by year Until one looks up to see that everything has changed.
Dear Self-Hatred, You are the dark feeling in my body Slowly drowning me in this hatred Waiting to slowly chip away at me Even the simplest words said
There’s so much I never told you, I have a stack of cheesy rom-com like  letters filled with emotions and feelings I could never fully express. How much I wanted to be more than friends
Dear Present Me,   Why do you feel this way?  What makes you doubt  Your intelligence   Your beauty  Your worth? 
Dear America, I am sick. I am sick and you cannot cure me. Cynicism has seeped into my core, they poisoned me.
Dear Best Friend When we laugh together until we're snorting and wheezing Looking crazy to anyone who glances at us Or when you smile at me without saying anything Those are the times when I want to say
My dear heart,   You are broken, you are tattered, you are torn. I am sorry for the way I scoff and scorn,  At what you feel and intend to mean,  for I am afraid of my darkened dreams.  
Dear kid who groaned when it was my turn to read, when I raised my hand to ask another question because I got another question wrong, or when I didn’t finish the test on time, It’s not because I’m lazy, or dumb,
dear higher education, please, consider us a mutual friend. I've been eagerly anticipating your inevitable arrival for as long as I can remember. you and I, we go way back.
Dear Mr. Kelly,   to have a community of common passions, or common complaints. either way, it is your kingdom,
Dear little me,   Hi princess, how are you? Sad? Yes I know I feel it too…                                                       I feel your pain and your heartache
Dear Grandma Suzie, You have changed me for the better, you taught me to test my limits. You have changed me for the greater, you said make the most of every minute.
My balloons never really had a name or a purpose, 
Dear Change,   There are days I wish you were considerate. Asked Then came. Requested access Then intruded. Inquired about my desires
Dear Happiness,   Why do you cease to exist and yet are eternally present at the same time?   What is the reason that you are far away
Dear Friends, I choked on a nosebleed in the middle of the night. Coughing, I started up out of bed, Suffering.
Dear "Peacemakers",   I have to ask, am I wrong to think like Marcus Garvey and Malcolm X? Would you feel better if I had submissive written on my chest? Or better yet, branded on me?
Dear Society,    The world isn’t great, there’s loathing and hate We can try to change it with religion and faith With do gooders and kind souls People who care
Dear Fear,   How are you? I just wanted to check up on you. You’ve been around constantly lately. When are you going to go home?
Dear Anxiety, We have grown so close one could say we’re friends. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for being the impending storm
Dear Mother, Do you see me now? Sitting in front of you, smiling, seething? Mother, do you see how angry I am? Do you see the anger you gave me,
Dear outside world,   I watch from the inside as everything passes me by,  noises and people and my family,  I’m here, trapped behind bars, afraid and hungry,
Dear Failure,   The constant fear Of you looming over me; The constant terror Of the shame you will bring. I am barred in the shackles That bind me to this prison.  
Dear EE, You left with out saying goodbye, which made my heart melt in pain and sigh. I know we never really seen eye to eye, but you’re the only guy that I love and hate to say goodbye.
Dear Dimples,  I miss you… Do you miss me? My brain only allows me to remember all the good memories even though I tried to remember the bad ones and move on. Even though you have only been gone for a few months
I loved you And you gave me so much I didn't know what to do You gave me not one, not two, but three kisses before you left me when you had to go You paid for my meals even when I didn't want you to ...
To whom it may concern, I wish to speak my mind a bit. I hate them. I hate that it wasn't me that clicked or fit into those hands of his.
Dear Little Me I am not who you expected me to be I was never popular, I stayed in my room; I stay in my room Little Hermione, I barely passed high school by your standards
To: C.C.   Hey. It’s me. After 3 months, I heard you wanted to talk. So, I’ll go first.   First of all, Fuck you.
To my Fear of March 19th,   You seem to me both the obstacle and the  launchpad, the launchpad for growth yet the obstacle which demands the carry of  unrelenting, tireless  discomfort.
Dear Friend You are precious to me Yet I forget it When I cannot see past moments of frustration Screaming you're sinking, I know How I know That I can’t save you On my own
Dear child on the city sidewalk, You aren't defined by the rags this world has given you. The cold bias with which the street regards you Is not what you deserve. You are more. Dear teen on the bathroom tiles,
Dear Mom, I’m sorry I’m not who you want me to be, I’m sorry I’m not perfect, Not even a little bit, or even at all, I am loud and, clumsy and, messy, I make a lot of mistakes,
  For the longest time, I walked hand in hand with you. You led me like a foreigner in a bustling city full of life. I wanted to experience the foreign world but,
To Whom I Loved,   I extend to you now the tendrils of memory that so often slip between my thoughts, those sentiments I alone harbor and suppress,
Dear Shane Koyczan,  
Greetings, wondrous world of mine I hope that you are doing fine I know I'm not, but that's okay That's not why I write today   I'd like to speak of those less known
Dear Future Me,   Whether you’re 18 20 36 50 Or lying on your deathbed, I hope you understand that you are worth so much.
Dear Jake, When the last glimpse of hope is too far in the distance for you to reach Remember Remember that you have braved the clench of depression
Dear him, We were beautiful Like the the breeze on a warm day Like the peak of a mountain top, miles away Your hands were soft
Dear Brother,
I stand there In front of my mother Once again Hearing that you’re “Too busy” To spend time with your son I stand there
To my high school bullies,   Hi. I think Being dead Is no relief Running through this eternal emptiness,
Wake up at night   all I can see is your face   ten years and still not right   I wake up and think about   if someday in the void of bright white light  
To whomever it may concern, Although it may not concern many I just want my voice to be heard I dont need a single penny   Yes I have food on my table Yes I have a roof over my head
Dear heart,   You have often been overworked Not because you've been lifting weights or running marathons but simply because You've been wondering When will everything be okay?  
Dear Natalee: Don't you know that the stars in the sky.. Resemble the twinkle in your eye? The same ones that light up when finding an artist Is what's going to take you the farthest.
Dear Natalee: Don't you know that the stars in the sky.. Resemble the twinkle in your eye? The same ones that light up when finding an artist Is what's going to take you the farthest.
Before you came Everything was dark The fire was not lit My life had no spark   Before you came The future seemed bleak
Dear Past Me,   I saw a picture of you the other day Smiling wide Sitting in a reclining chair with space your small body couldn't fill
Dear, Lady Who Told Me to "Get it Together"   Nobody tells you how sharp it feels, like a chord snapping and curling up on the e-string of a violin, how it means walking on the eggshells 
To that tree on the hill On that lonesome hill That saw me fight My spirit killed That saw me rise And roll through my free will  
Dear God, Why? Why do we hurt the ones we love the most? Why is there pain, fear, loss, greed, malice, bitterness, anger, and selfishness in the world and in my own life?
Dear Pencil Sharpener,   I once was a painter. An artist with beautiful abstract art under her name,
To whomsoever that it may concern: I write this as a spirit looking back, Back, back, to you, and hope that you may learn
We can't be friends,That much I know.Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?'Cause I always do.Was I too drunk to say what I said to you?Was I too blind to go and see straight through you?These four words don't come easy,I don't love you.I
Dear me of the future... I hope this finds you well, I'm unfamilair with poetry meter can't you tell?
To the Dreamers, To those who spend their time immersed in books and stories; Dreaming of a more fantastical world than our own.   Why? They ask.
Dear High School Freshman,   I remember you I remember being like you, I remember when my heart would pound and my hands would shake
Dear Society,   Have you already forgotten me? For seventeen years you haven’t let me be, But when I speak out you turn your back.
My Dearest K,   I don’t think about you often 10 times, 7 since last I saw you Key it in Each time Sitting myself down Tiny laughter and crooked smiles Fuzziness that never reaches
 Let us return to the beginning, O Great OceanYou have endured as much sufferingAs a mother whose wayward offspring Walk in disobedience, heads held high, recklessYou call in a voice carried as far as the windsBut no one hears your distressOr witn
To whom it may concern: i.e. parents, teachers, friends, and family Yes, here I am again Pockmarked with the tears of self pity And I love the scars on my face I embrace them
I no longer wake up to the “26 reasons why you love me.” Do you remember the bright red poster you made me? Red was your favorite color.
Gone by Kayly Hernandez     Out of the lives in the world You had to walk into mine No warning. No Sign.  
Dear Future Husband,   
Dear past, I am sad to let you go. The hardest part about it is you're the only thing I know. I am not heartened by the fact that you chose to let me feel... The darkness, the sorrow, and the pain.
Dear…amigos, My Friends! How you've prepared me for what was to come! Once I left I was optimistic about the future, excited about what was yet to be experienced. Then it hit like a boulder.
Life is an adventure. An adventure that will continue on whether you take the reins or not. You will experience ups and downs.On this adventure you will get moments where laughter turns to painful sides aches and tender cheeks.
Are you happy now? Are your days still blue and your nights still bright?   Do you still think long and hard
Dear Ordinary Introvert, Whoever you may be. I understand the world's a scary place, As far as the eye can see.   It's hard to take the first step. To turn the handle on the door.
Dear Purpose,   I think about you all the time Through countless seconds, minutes, and hours You were always hard to find My life continued with persistence
Dear Friend, That is no longer a friend, I truly wish you well.   I agree it's hard To walk past you And to know we have grown apart.   We have our memories
To whom it may concern,   In my journey of life, I've been battling with grief, In a war where no one is defeated. When I was fourteen, Death took away my grandma.
Hey Liz,It's been a while since we were twelve.
Dear regret, I guess I need to explain Why I don’t address you You remind me of my pain Yet you are more than true Honest from the day we met To this day, still the same But all you do is blame
To a boyfriend from long ago: Looking back on things, you were foul You spouted lies,  Painted false pictures with black and white  when you knew I preferred color.
Dear Number 7, You're the one that keeps me up at night But yet I still wish I was falling asleep
Dear World,   Life is a movie, if you didn't know. The plot is the consequences to the choices made. When making these choices, please stay awake.
I saw you on the side of the highway this morning. You stepped off the shoulder And launched yourself into those golden trees. A hiking backpack hugged your waist And marked you with the title I covet most:
Dear Youth, You were snatched from me one day And I have been searching for you ever since I was given a glance at what you were And without you, I lack competence.
  I don’t wanna grow to hate you, but I might Trying to fight these thoughts running through my head at night About how you were never there,
Dearest me,I start this letterWith you 
Dear Future Child(ren) I was only sixteen when I told your grandparents I never wanted to be like them.To start off on that note is probably the least positive I could've done, I'm aware.
Dear Heaven, I am merely a stranger in search of a home Your customs are rather unusual Those of which I am willing to assimilate Stories of your angels have been told in my land for ages
I did not ask for this, life by my parents. Have you seen the whispers? Die in our presence.
Shall I start with a dear. a hello friend To grab hold of this stormy mind. The silence cripples and poisons your hour of rest Lying there in hues or gray and blue.   What you need is not a physical comfort
They who believed, lost faith, They who loved, gained hate, They who joyed, now cry, They now say only goodbyes. They, who were to live, die
Dear whoever has picked this up. Life is as though seasons of the weather. Constantly changing.Snow melting as our tears of exhilaration and melancholy. 
Dear ­­­_______,
To the boy who stole my life,   They say sticks and stones may break your bones But my back still aches from the knife I never deserved because all I ever did was
I was told that the greatest invention of human history are cars They cruise you around, they let you travel to places, they give you freedom
To the introverted, frightened girl I was: It may sound generic but you need to know. Things will fall into place. There will be tears and loneliness.
Dear Mom, I trusted you to believe in me and I trusted you to always care for me I trusted you to be a mom You said words that cut deep and I can’t forgive you
You first wrote about coming of age, Sixteen, first album, ruled the Nashville stage, Unrequited love and a boyfriend who cheats, You made history - so young, fresh, and sweet. Your next hit you became our Juliet,
Dear Black Girl, Let me start by saying I apologize for all the times I didn't recognize the beauty in my brown curls and shake in my thighs   for when I let others tell me
Dear My Shower,    “Don’t touch my stuff!” she yells “It’s my turn for the T.V.” he tells I’ve learned to share, compromise
Dear Lover (Conor), I hope you know I love you more than I thought I could I hope you know if you asked me to do something that I gladly would I hope you know you bring a smile right upon my face
i wish i knew you   i wish i could play connect the dots with the constellations of freckles that adorn your cheeks like i used to  while you talked about your passion and the future
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Dear Unloved, Did you know that I love you? I bet you did, Considering I say it basically every day. Sometimes you don't respond, You just smile and make a happy noise.
Dear Nobody, Have you looked into the mirror lately Have you seen who you are Have you been pushed aside again? Dear Nobody,  Do you realize your worth Do you realize your dreams Dear Nobody
  Dear Lover, Because I love you, I let you walk all over me. I forgave your infidelity. I gave you my heart. You replaced it with yours.
I have learned so much this year.I wish I knew where to start.This year has just meant so much to meDeep down in my heart. It was in this classroom now two years ago That I had made a friend.I may not talk to her anymoreBut friendship never ends. 
Dear parents, I want to exaplain myself the best way I can,  but most of the time I don't have a plan.  I want to succeed, you see,  when they tell me I can't.  Is it possible to defy the odds, 
Dear Fate,   Look into my eyes After all your pressures of time And see how I have grown In the adversity you have thrown.   I was a little girl In a big, big world
Dear Anxiety, You are the embodiment of my self-doubt if it took the form of a black rabbit overdosed with caffeine that somehow got itself into a cage of white lions.
You never think it will touch your family.But it does.You never want it to.But it happens.You never ask for the sympathy.But you get it.You never know what it means.But someone does.You never go back to being normal.But other people do.You never k
Dear Willow, I tried so hard to you make you a ghost to me. As i ran my fingers down spines that weren’t yours, and listened to heartbeats that did not belong to you. you kept it alive,
honey,   she does not deserve your love yes she may need it clearly she is a broken soul a lost soul but it is not your job to find her it is not your job to heal her
Dear No One,    you used to be some one I knew, some one so precious to me.   you used to glance my way, showing what was shy of a smile. you used to rest your hand on my cheek,
You are the one who is truly worthy. The type of gift that I will always cherish. You come from a culture that is earthy. Our mutual love will never perish.   My mind is tough, but my heart was broken.
I’m too judgmental not trusting too self-conscious.   I’m terrified of being forgotten left alone unwanted.   My chest is tight just typing this. What is wrong with me?  
Young Lady,I know you are stressed,But do not fret over being the best.You are stressing too much,
Dear friends,   I believe in love, I believe in might but I'm beginning to lose my sight of everyone around me, everyone near, everyone who might be close to hear that I'm losing myself, losing me
Hello? Are you there? I miss you. This is just not fair.  The other day I found your missing shoe. But how can I be the only one to care?  The one from last summer, the one that was blue.
Dear self, Right now, life is coming at you like a wildfire Or an iceberg in the way of a ship But I wanted to let you know
To my Father Every time we go to the beach, I am reminded of when we used to live with our grandparents because you nor Mom had enough to keep a roof over all of our heads.
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