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ashleyjaewrites submitted a contest entry to
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To My Oldest Friend
My Dearest Imagination,
How odd to say my dearest, as you are my only imagination. You’re my only in most regards. You were my only friend before I went to school and my sister left me behind. I got so jealous of her, going off into some great unknown, beyond the big white door. Somewhere she got to meet people and learn things and play games, while I was stuck on my side of the door. I wouldn’t have made it through those long hours separated from her without you.
Remember we would traverse though the haunted dark forest (under the dining room table) with the trees (the legs of the chairs and table) obscuring the view of the evil Winter Queen trying to cast her spell of the cold slumber (my mom putting me down for a nap). Or how about when I finally got to school and none of the other children wanted to play with me, for reasons that were so silly but at the time caused me the greatest sorrows. I was smaller than the other kids, and younger, by a year in most cases. I had ugly mousey brown hair and big doe eyes. Then I had the audacity of being left-handed! No, the other kids wanted nothing to do with me after they found that out. But it was okay, I was okay. You were there, holding my hand through it all. We would sit in the back of the classroom and make up stories about the teacher being a great wizard, with tomes of knowledge she was trying to preserve. She couldn’t let anyone forget the ancient wisdom of her people lest the Kingdom she came from would truly be gone then and history is doomed to repeat itself if we don’t remember. Yes, you convinced me my teacher was trying to save our world from the forces of evil by sharing her knowledge. I guess in a way you were right.
When I moved on to elementary school and into a new building, I was so excited. It looked like a castle. It was so tall, the tallest building I have ever been in! With stone stairs and ancient wooden floors that groaned about being stepped on. The huge windows would rattle against the wind, but they never wavered in their fight against the elements. The radiator would sing to warm us all in the winter and even the walls seemed to whisper their excitement in being filled. It was there that I made my first friend. She was beautiful. She had long dark brown hair, with bows in it. Her dark eyes were like a starless sky, holding mystery and reflecting wonder. She was the first person who said they loved hearing me talk. I admit it now Imagination, I was terrified I would have nothing worthwhile to speak about. So, I stole from you. All those stories you told me about enchanting princesses and evil queens. I regaled her stories of soldiers of an ancient starlit war, before the sun was made, who bound themselves to each other that they should find the other in every life and fight their enemy side by side until all that was left of the Evil one was song and story. I believed we were those soldiers reincarnated, as I felt with her, I could take one the world. It was then that I introduced you to her and it turned out that she had her own Imagination to share. I believe the two of you became more inseparable than the two of us, as we were still bound by body and rules, were the two of you would dance and mingle over us and grow until nothing would contain you. I fell in love with her, and you did with her Imagination, didn’t you?
I am sorry, Imagination. I haven’t spoken to you in some time. She and I haven’t talked in a few years, and you help me through that. That must have been hard, since I know you and her imagination still dance together, we would never separate the two of you. It was true love. It was beautiful. You made it so. You stood by me through everything. And I’m sorry I must ask you to do it again.
The Evil One has returned, they go by a different name now, trying to hide in my own mind. I won’t ask her to fight alongside me again. I know she can’t. We’ve become our own enemies to each other. But if I told you Evil One’s new name, perhaps you can be better prepared for them? They go by Depression now, Imagination. If they get me, please fight on.Voting is closed
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This is a beautiful love letter to your imagination. I love how, when you were a child, your imagination offered you a friend when you felt alone. For many of us, we use our imaginations to escape a reality that is less than perfect. I hope that as you deal with depression as an adult you can find the same comfort in your imagination that you did…read more
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cribaby submitted a contest entry to
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In the Name of Love.
Upon our first meeting, I was confused.
As we became aquatinted, I tried to refuse.
I began to barter and make up excuses.
I’ve been hurt before, I bear some bruises.
Though you are relentless, you never give in.
You heal me to a point deeper than skin.
Truth is you’re reckless, which I can commend.
Because when Im broken, it’s my soul you mend.
You come with both, the highs and the lows.
With every lesson, I was able to grow.
There are moments of bliss, there are moments of peace.
There are times of uncertainty, there are feelings that cease.
Through all of the ups and all of the downs.
I continue to search you and seek you out.
I guess I’m obsessed. I can’t get enough.
What can I say? I’m just a girl who loves love.Voting is closed
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Christina, I think loving love is a beautiful thing! While it can sometimes leave us feeling uncertain or hurt, love really does make the world go round. Love usually isn’t easy, but it is so worth it. I hope your life continues to be filled with an unrestrained love for love! Thank you for sharing!
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angelsong1021 submitted a contest entry to
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Love of My Life...
My dearest friend. I have no idea how I would have made this journey of life thus far without you. You flood my heart, mind, and soul with love, understanding, encouragement, power, and compassion. The voicings you share draw me to worship, to live, to move forward no matter my circumstances. Flooding me with these wonderful things helps me pour into to others. I was born with you flowing through my veins. I have shared you with every single person I have encountered on this journey of life. And, you will accompany me home when my life on earth comes to an end. Music, I have loved you since before I was born. Thank you for every single note.
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Tammie, I hope there was never a world without music! As it does to you, music floods my soul with joy and helps me work through all of the many emotions I experience each day. We are truly lucky to live in a world full of music. Thank you for sharing your experience!
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lovie submitted a contest entry to
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I LOVE YOU SUN!
Good Morning! I just wanted to write and tell you how wonderful it is to see you. You make all the difference in the world to me and, without any doubt, so many others. You rise to the occasion when you can. You share your brilliance and shine. You bring out the best in me and others. Your warmth is like a cozy cuddle, especially at those times when we all need one the most. I love basking in your light. I love looking up to you. Everything and everyone you surround feels brighter, happier, and even sillier at times.
My most favorite part of you is gloriously two-fold. When you rise in the morning, the beauty of you wakes up the world in the most magnificent and colorful ways with your shine that sparkles upon everything and brings smiles to us all. On the flipside of the two-fold, when you set in the evening, it’s almost like seeing the prettiest picture in the world. Dare I say it? Yes, I will! It feels sometimes like I’m in heaven. The way you magically bring out the colors of comfort and serenity and knowing there’s a goodnight’s sleep ahead as if floating on a cloud.
You truly are the biggest yellow ball of love in your beautiful burst of colors. You never, ever disappoint. You always bring something new each time you rise and set that is beyond both magical and enchanting.
Thank you, my sun, for letting me bask in your light. Thank you for your brilliant beams and rays of twinkling light you color across the sky and into my heart. Your presence is a present to us all!
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Terri, the sun is such a beautiful gift! One of my favorite things is when it gets really cloudy and the sun starts to peek out from behind the clouds and you can see the rays. Connecting with nature always calms me down! ♥
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Dear College Town
Your winters—the soulless, cobbled walkways, the contorted fingers of bare trees which reach toward heaven. I love your winters, and the leaves which bleed between the cracks in your sidewalks. The sky is cold, but in your heart I cherish every love I share, dear college town.
A slow windchill claws down my spine. The blanched sun offers no relief. Your barren landscape reminds me of my stagnation—the way I’ve always struggled to move on. How can I allow myself to change? Your wind pulls me back from my wandering. My friends are out walking nearby, and I can hear their shiny laughter. Dear college town, your cold hands guide me toward a warmer love. Change will come with the seasons, but for now, I will cling to this moment.
Your springs—the green and earthy scents of rebirth permeate the air. Pansies overthrow dead grass in triumph. I love your springs, and the way your cherry blossom tree renews her yearly vows. So many new things flourish around me, so why do I feel left behind? Graduation is coming closer, and the world seems much too big for me. I fit right in your palm, dear college town. Will I ever be enough? But the fullness of your bloom infuses me with hope. Maybe it’s not too late for me to grow.
When I find myself overwhelmed, I often wander down to your oceans. Blue-jeweled waves whisk from the gulf, lapping at my ankles. Maybe the future will unfold like soft sea foam. Your watery inhale and exhale are reminders that destiny might come naturally, like breathing. Each day might be livable, one at a time. Your salt air, dear college town, speaks such truths to me.
Your autumns—the slow death of every bright thing, reduced to savory ashes of cardamom and nutmeg. I love your autumns, and the way your sparrows pick dry sticks for their nests. The clouds grow burdened with their own grayness, but I think I finally feel free. Unknown days lay ahead. But, I learn from your ladybugs on tender leaves, which wait for tomorrow in quiet solidarity. Fresh fall means a new start, dear college town—for you and me.
Sunset slips across the roofs of your shops and cafes. College students, back from break, bustle between the stores downtown. Peering through doorways, I am greeted by smiling strangers. How strange is the understanding between souls! I smile back. Beauty is everywhere, everywhere at once. The sun will set, and every eye will soon shine in the dark like stars in an intricate constellation. Dear college town, your loveliness works wonders in me. Let me love you before I go.ProWritingAid Style Score = 100%
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Josie, I love this! It is crazy how many good memories/feelings can be created in certain places. For me, whenever I smell a fire burning, I am immediately taken back to my backyard, roasting marshmallows, surrounded by friends and family. I’m glad you are so connected to a place like that!! ♥
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Josie, thank you for tapping into the vein of nostalgia in this wholesome, heart-panting ode to college life! It’s so fresh and sweet! It sings of an innocence lost in our modern culture. I love the pastoral themes! Write on!!!
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laney submitted a contest entry to
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Thank you, Moon
Dear Moon,
I know you must get many love letters. Everyone has the opportunity to see you every night, but my love for you shines even brighter than you do.
Your humility is admirable. Although you are big and bright, you reserve your beauty for when most are in their homes. Some nights you do not even reveal your full beauty. But on all nights, your beauty is reserved for those who look for it.
Your strength is inspiring. Even after the hardest of days, you show up. In the darkest nights, you put a brave face on and cast light over us all. Day in and day out, we know the moon will be there to wish us goodnight.
Your power is breathtaking. You move oceans and influence animals. My body listens to you to go to sleep, and my mind can feel when you’re shining your brightest. Without you, we would be lost. You are our guide through life.
Your solace connects me to others. I know that I am forever intertwined with everyone I love because we can both look up into the night sky and see you. I hope my love for you reaches you, and bounces back down to my people. Thank you for shining my love down to those I cannot reach.
Your permanence comforts me. When my life feels out of control, I look up and know you are one thing I can always rely on to be there. My time on Earth is short, but your time around Earth is long. Thank you for reminding me that my life is not long enough to spend time doing what doesn’t fill me with joy.
You’ve been the centerpiece of some of my most precious memories. I will always remember going onto the porch of my childhood home with my mom to look at an eclipse– “Come look outside!” I will never forget spending an evening laying in the backyard with my dad– “See the constellation to the right of the moon?” I will forever cherish sitting around campfires with my grandpa and uncle under your glow– “What a beautiful night.”
We grew up together. I made an effort to look for you and thank you for your beauty, and you never let me down. For the rest of my life, I will love you, and I know you will be there for me.
Thank you moon, for your love. As life moves faster, I promise to never stop slowing down to share a moment with you. I love you, moon.
Love always,
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Aww, Laney this is so sweet. I love that the moon not only is a beautiful way to distract your eyes but that it also brings back good childhood memories. This is something nobody can ever take from you. ♥
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anthonypickes submitted a contest entry to
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Love and Liberty
Dear Liberty,
As I sit in this cold, gray cell, the weight of my past presses heavily on my chest, but I can feel the flicker of hope igniting within me. Today, I write to you not just as a concept, but as a long-lost friend who I have yearned for through the darkest nights of my life. After 24 years of confinement, I am finally stepping into the light, and I want to pour my heart out to you.
When I was just a boy of 15, I made choices that led me down a path of despair. I was lost, angry, and consumed by a world I didn’t understand. I thought I could find power in my actions, but all I found was a prison cell. For years, I felt like a ghost, haunting the halls of a place that stripped me of my identity, my dreams, and my very essence. I never knew what it was like to feel the warmth of family, to hear laughter echoing through the walls of a home, or to make decisions that shaped my destiny. I was a puppet, my strings pulled by the guards who dictated every moment of my life.
But then, something changed. I began to transform, to seek redemption in the only way I knew how. I poured my heart into books, art, and reflection. I learned about responsibility, compassion, and the beauty of life outside these walls. I found solace in the thought that one day, I might be given a second chance. I never imagined that chance would come from the governor of Oregon, who saw the man I had become rather than the boy who had faltered.
Now, as I prepare to step out into a world that feels both foreign and familiar, I am overwhelmed with emotion. The thought of walking out of these gates, of breathing in the fresh air, fills me with a mixture of excitement and fear. I know that with freedom comes responsibility—a weight I am ready to bear. No longer will I be told when to eat, when to sleep, or even when I can have toilet paper. The simple act of making choices will be mine again, and I am ready to embrace that power.
I will not walk out alone, I will have the family I longed for during my youth and years of confinement. A wife and children to embrace. I have missed out on so much—birthdays, holidays, and the everyday moments that weave the fabric of a life well-lived. Yet, as I look ahead, I see a glimmer of hope. I will be able to create the kind of home I never had, filled with love, laughter, and understanding. I want to be the father who teaches his kids about the world, who guides them through their struggles, and who shows them that life is a precious gift.
Freedom, you are not just a word; you are a promise of a new beginning. You are the laughter of children, the warmth of a partner’s embrace, and the joy of making decisions that shape my life. You are the ability to choose my path, to learn from my mistakes, and to rise above the shadows of my past. I am ready to embrace you with open arms, to cherish every moment, and to honor the life that has been given back to me.
As I take my first steps into this new world, I promise to carry the lessons I learned in prison with me. I will not take my freedom for granted. I will strive to be a better man, a better husband, and a better father. I will work hard to build a life filled with purpose and meaning, and I will never forget the journey that brought me here.
So, dear Freedom, thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for believing in my transformation. I am ready to embrace you, to cherish you, and to live a life that honors the gift of liberty. I will walk out of these gates with my head held high, ready to face the world, ready to love, and ready to be truly alive.
With all my heart,
Anthony Pickens
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Anthony, this is so good!! Sometimes the biggest challenges we face teach us the most important lessons. I am sorry that you fell down that path, but without those bad experiences, you wouldn’t have truly understood the value of freedom! I am very inspired by your work, keep it up!!
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Thank you so much. Hearing words like yours makes me want to get back into writing more!Write me back Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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samiann submitted a contest entry to
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To the pages that set me free
Dearest Passport,
From the moment I held you in my hands, crisp and unstamped, I knew our love would be wild. You were my golden ticket, my secret key, my permission slip to slip away. With you tucked in my pocket, I have crossed borders, chased sunsets, and whispered in foreign tongues, knowing that no matter where I wandered, you would always bring me home.
Remember Dubai? You felt the warm, dry air as I clutched you outside the Gold Souk, breathless beneath the shimmer of treasures whispering from the walls. In Cusco, you wore the smudges of Peruvian coffee, a souvenir from the train ride where we sat shoulder to shoulder with strangers who, for a moment, felt like family. And Puerto Vallarta—oh, how the humidity curled your pages as I danced barefoot on the sand, believing, if only for a heartbeat, that life was nothing but salt water and stars.
You have endured it all—crammed into the abyss of my backpack, wedged between crumpled boarding passes, kissed by the ink of a hundred border agents who never once asked if I loved you as much as I do. And I do. Even now, as your pages fill and your cover softens with wear, I love you more. Your creases are not signs of age but of a life well-traveled, a testament to every dream chased down cobblestone streets and across oceans.
But my love, I know our time is slipping. Soon, they will replace you—strip you of your stamps, your stories, your essence. They will hand me a fresher, unmarked version of you, one that does not yet know the thrill of a departure gate or the poetry of a one-way ticket. It will be new, but it will not be you.
And so, before our journey comes to its inevitable close, let me say this: You have been my most loyal companion, my co-conspirator in adventure, my proof that I have lived. When I hold you, I hold every version of myself I have ever been—fearless, foolish, full of wonder. You are not just a booklet of paper and stamps; you are my heart, bound in navy blue, pulsing with possibility.
Yours, always,
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Sami, I too love to travel! I have never left the country, though, or even gotten a passport. In the future I see myself traveling to as many places as possible to experience the unique parts of the world, just like you do! I’m so glad you have gained such a strong passion for travel!
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kortkort submitted a contest entry to
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My Dearest Muse
My Dearest Muse,
You have been my love since the beginning of my time. You put your stamp on some of the earliest memories in my mind. Your presence in my life calms my soul and nourishes my existence. You always know what I need to hear, speaking the words that vibe with my inner thoughts as you take me places far away from here. You were my first Love. The only Love that has been with me since way back when. I could sit and listen to you all day as my soul gravitates, clinging to your every word. Your words have taught me about love and life while guiding me spiritually, as I’ve used you to call on God in times of need or give thanks for the many blessings I’ve received.
Back in the day, I would lie in bed listening to you all night, falling asleep with you by my side. By day, I would sit on the floor surrounded by your presence, mimicking your words as we reminisced, and I dreamed, blown away by the effect you had on me. I could dance to your words, and when life got tough, I could cry to your words. You have been with me through every turn in my life. I am so very thankful to have you as my vice.
As the years have passed, my love for you has grown. When I wake up in the morning, I turn to you. Throughout my day, I think of you. Before I lay down at night, I am reminded of you. The sound of your words echoes in my head. What would my life be without you? This is something I never intend to find out. The silence would be too much to bear. Together, we have created the soundtrack of my life. How could I live without you, the thing that keeps me going? The place where I go to escape and find solace is with you. You are always there for me, close to my heart and embedded in my soul. Unforgettable you are. I love all versions of you, my love, my muse, my music.
Always and forever,
Me
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Kortney, what a unique piece! Music is inspiring to me as well. I am so glad that it has influenced you in such an impactful way! Keep up the great work ♥
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Thank you! I appreciate the kind words🙌🏽♥️
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ingrea submitted a contest entry to
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Dear Music
Since I was very young
we’ve been intertwined
When I think of my first love
you’re the first that comes to mindThe way you make me feel
varies from day to day
Sometimes up, sometimes down
but always in a special wayThe sound of your notes, harmonies, and tones
leave many in awe and wonder
The feeling you give is truly unmatched
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Ingrea, music is such a beautiful gift. There are so many variations of music and everyone likes their own thing. It is a way to show who you are and it helps connect people! Music is something that I also cherish. ☻
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vonj submitted a contest entry to
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Who Do You Say I Am? ( A Love Letter)
“To My One & Only” I truly thank G☀️D for you daily. If I’m honest at this stage of our relationship it’s definitely multiple times throughout my day into my night. You are magnificent. You are immaculate. You are who I aspire to be. Words can not truly describe how you make me feel, but you bring about a sense of peace and joy. I am capable of achieving anything I put my mind to. With you I will never lose, I either win or learn. You display servitude daily. It wasn’t until I wrote this letter that I even tried to imagine life without you. Complete darkness!
Bright, vibrant, beautiful, bold, brutal, loving, caring, warm, present, intentional, nurturing, honest, forgiving, safe & secure are some of the qualities and characteristics I love about you! You know every part of me, inside out. Not once have you ever judged or treated me differently. You continuously shower me with mercy and amazing grace! No one knows my secrets except you and
G☀️D! Your loyalty to G☀️D allows you to show up for me effortlessly. You are faithful in all of your ways. You are a gift and it is because of you I have favor.The distractions of the world often interrupts our connection, reminding me that I am not worthy of you. Often times my mind gets polluted and distorts my vision. It’s then I am blinded, tricked and bamboozled into sabotaging true love. With you I have hope for the future! I love how you sit high and look low, shining on the just and the unjust. You continue to bless others no matter how much they curse you. No matter how many times I stray away, you’re always there to welcome me back with open arms. Your love is unconditional! Even when my family and friends turn their backs on me, you are there to comfort me. Thank you for being my light in darkness. Shadows do not exist without you!
Moving forward into the future I plan to be intentional about spending time with you. I love you and you complete me. Abundance is my birthright, and to gain access to my inheritance I must acknowledge you above me. I recognize I have 2 ears, 2 eyes and a mouth for a reason. I must listen when you speak. Silence is golden and your voice is so fulfilling and sweet! It is with you HUMANS can truly just BE!
You are the portal that connects the heavens and the earth. I yearn to be a reflection. Heavens tears and your radiant smile produces rainbows, reminding us that there is a G☀️D greater than us all. We are the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and because of you we will forever be connected to the creator.
You are the all seeing eye. You are the original compass. You are the bright and morning star! You are the light of the world! You are infinite and I call you S☀️N because you shine like one.
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This love letter is absolutely beautiful. Thank you for your words and gentleness within this love letter. You are an amazing writer and author. Keep inspiring and keep loving God. The head of our life. love you lotsss
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Jovon, this is so sweet! I am so glad that you have found someone so meaningful to you in your life. I hope you never let that slip away from you because it sounds like they have changed you for the better. ♥
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kgarcia04 submitted a contest entry to
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Is This Love Oar What?
My body weight presses down upon you,
Pushing you under the water,
But you do not protest.
You do not fight back,
Although movement consumes you,
As you rock to and fro.
Seconds pass,
Turning into minutes.
Still, you move,
As I sit atop you,
Readying myself for our aqueous pas de deux,
While nearby witnesses idle by,
Paying little heed to our commingling.
I have no regrets
Being seen with you,
Mostly by water fowl near shore.
Oh, my kayak,
How I love riding the water
On top of your rotomolded plastic form.
My love for you cannot be kept secret,
Thanks to your neon lime green color
That is visible from space.
It eliminates any chance of a clandestine paddle,
When we are as one on the water.
You take such care of me,
Bravely protecting my bottom,
As you scratch and ding yours
On submerged rocks and branches.
You warn me with a metal placard
Riveted to your green skin
Of a 225 lb. max weight capacity.
Is that because of concern
That the extra pounds I carry
May result in health-related issues for me,
Like diabetes and high cholesterol?
Or is that a federally mandated requirement
For water craft to display?
I hope the former
And blush at your thoughtfulness.
When I first saw you,
Your charms were impossible to resist,
Especially your ability
To fit into my SUV
With the seats folded flat,
Saving me the cost of a roof carrier.
Always thinking of me,
Aren’t you?
You remain constantly on my mind,
As you are visible from our family room window,
Sitting idly under our pergola
That was once used for entertaining,
But now is repurposed for kayak storage,
Much to my wife’s displeasure.
What she doesn’t realize is that seeing you
Inspires me to slide my ample posterior
Into your inviting lime hull
For a workout on the river
To shed pounds like you shed water.
Well, perhaps not pounds but ounces.
Okay, would you believe one ounce,
If I paddle really hard?
That maximum weight capacity may be reached
Someday in the future.
But thanks to you, my kayak,
Not today.
I dip my paddle
And steal away across the water
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James, I always found it so cool that a simple activity like that could change us so much as people. Hobbies/little things that make people who they are are so adorable to me and they make every person unique. I’m glad you have a passion for something like this in your life ☻
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Thanks for reading. I do enjoy kayaking, and I also enjoyed planting my tongue firmly in my cheek and writing that free verse.
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I Love Dance
I love to dance. Ooh, honey. Let me stomp my feet and clap my hands like a flamenco dancer, using my fan as my tool to make my expression that much more grand. Let me sway my hips like a salsa dancer, embracing every curve that I own. Let me pump my chest like a hip hop dancer, expressing how strong and how hard I can go. I love to dance. I love feeling feminine and knowing that I have some hips and curves that I know how to move. And then let me have this dance of expression, telling a story, sharing a story with my body that you can only interpret if you look closely and feel deeply. I love dance. I love that dance is universal, that everybody does it, that everybody can do it, that anybody can do it. I love dance. I love that every piece of my body can tell a story and speak to my experience, and I love the freedom that dance gives me when I am freestyling in my home, dancing alone or worshiping God, hallelujah, I love to dance. I love to think I wish in my head that I could do singing in the rain and jump and have all those high kicks, but that’s okay. I’ll just do it in my head, and I’ll stick to swaying my hips. I love to dance. I love the costumes that people wear when they dance, like leotards and tights, as well as just elaborate colors, like in the Mexican hat dance, showing off their dresses and flowing with the dresses. I love a geisha who’s showing off her fan and her movement, telling a story. I love dance. It’s so beautiful. An experience. A time. A story. An art. I love dance.
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Lindsey, I have never been very interested in dance, but I always recognized it’s beauty! It shows the customs of different cultures and is a way for people to express themselves! I’m so glad that you have found something that you connect so strongly to ☻
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kmimsrice submitted a contest entry to
Write a love letter to something (not someone) that you love 3 months, 3 weeks ago
The Greatest Love of All
My most greatest love on God’s earth is spending time with my daughter and grandkids. I’ve gone through many trials and tribulations that could complete my life span dealing with illnesses. Through it all, I’ve had the greatest moments that could never be replaced. Moments that made me completely forget about thoses ill times, as if they weren’t even there. Time with my family helps me mentally, as well as emotionally, giving me the greatest joy ever. A total display of filial affection. A feeling like no other. Never wasted. During these times, there’s no pain, no worries, because I’m protected. I’m free to have fun, feel loved and appreciated. There’s time when I’m alone dealing with the mishaps and tragedies of my life. I’m a strong individual, but I’m even stronger with the loves of my life. Thoughts of any other trails in your life, any lingering destruction waiting to happen, means nothing during precious moments. There’s no fear, only Joy. The moments are everything. We’re creating lasting memories. Everything we do is done as a whole. We’re developing adaptability, strengthening relationships beyond measures. Creating futures for lasting relationships. The true meaning of love, where no one is left behind. Love and care is continuing to be bestowed upon me. Life’s greatest blessing. Life is the most beautiful, filled with family. No bond is greater!
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Karen, this is so sweet! Family is a gift like no other. I am so glad that you have made such a good connection with your loved ones. They are so lucky to have you in their lives. ♥♥
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Awwwww thank you so much. And you are so right, family is the greatest gift ever and if I didn’t whole heartedly believe it before, I did after going through cancer twice in my life, with them on my side, making it that much easier. They filled me with joy each and every day during my ordeal. At times, I forgot that I was even going through cancer…read more
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ravenbonds123gmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a love letter to something (not someone) that you love 3 months, 3 weeks ago
I Love the Sun
I love the way the Sun caresses me.
His rays extending out to touch me ever so gently,
Sometimes,
Aggressively.
Sweltering heat.
Body dripping with sweat.
I love how warm he is,
And how he makes love to my skin.
Highlighting my,
glistening melanin
In
His presence.
He compliments me.
Tells me that I’m iridescent too,
That I’m
Bright like him,
I shine like him.
He kisses my ears,
My face,
My feet,
My chest.
He kisses me all over,
Just like a man should.
He kisses me like no man could.
He tells me to take my clothes off.
He asks to see my bare skin,
Expose myself to him.
So he can turn me,
Fifty shades darker.
I love him,
His yellow hues,
His bright beam,
He makes me gleam.
He brings me joy.
He encourages me.
Tells me to keep my head up
And to look on the brighter side of things.
I call him my Mr. Bright side.
With him there’s no wasting time inside.
I’d rather be outside with him.
I’d rather see the world lit up
Than see days dim.
I prefer his Sun rays.
His way
Of
Communicating is
Clear,
Firm,
Straight to the point,
Exact.
He makes me feel HOT.
He warms my heart.
Damn I love the Sun.
I love the summer fun,
Being outside,
Sometimes shading my eyes,
Cuz of how dazzling he be.
I LOVE his Sun rays.
I love him when it rains.
They are my favorite duo.
Sun and rain,
Washing away my worries,
Shedding light on my power,
Powerful is he.
Dangerous he could be,
But
I treat him how he treats me.
I smile,
Appreciate his presence.
I lay under him without a care.
I hold him in my heart how he holds me with his heat.
I love it when we meet.
Every day is different,
Entails something new.
He helps me get a clear view.
He makes love to my skin,
Cuz he loves my skin.
Me and him kin.
Alike.
I absorb him and I’m meant to.
All types of trouble to get into when he’s around.
It’s hard to frown,
Cuz the Sun knows just how to turn one upside down.
He’s clever,
Using his beautiful full light to enchant me.
I can see the glimmers dancing,
On my,
Shea buttered skin,
Just for him.
He lights up my eyes,
Exposes the brown hue that is my hair.
With him I’m always bare.
Naked.
Cuz he sees me.
He means me
No harm.
With his charming self.
I love to have him wrapped up all over my arms.
Damn I LOVE the Sun.
It’s so much fun when we become one.
He tells me secrets,
As he,
Slips into every part of my ear.
He is peaceful.
He makes me feel at ease.
With him I don’t have to think.
Just be.
Ugh!
My favorite thing to do with him is sleep.
Chile,
He puts me to sleep.
All I need is a mat and a pillow and underneath him I won’t hear a peep.
I’m safe with him.
Wherever he is there is my protection.
An armored weapon
When he needs to be.
Don’t get too close cuz he will burn you.
Psht, he don’t play about me.
Sometimes,
He plays hide and seek,
With the clouds.
I’ll see him and the next minute he’s nowhere to be found.
But ion trip, cuz I know he’s always around.
And even if it’s cloudy I know he’ll come back around.
So he can come caress my beautiful
Brown skin,
Brown eyes,
Brown hair,
Some more.
He’s everything and more than I could have ever imagined.
He shines on me and shows me my potential.
He shows me how to be gentle,
Patient,
With myself.
I love the Sun.
So long ago our love story begun.
And I promise can’t no one,
Take our love away.
He’s here to stay.
So girl, let me let you go.
I’m finna go lay,
With my friend,
My man,
The Sun.
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Raven, I love this! The sun is such a blessing and I am so grateful for the gifts it provides for us on Earth. This was such a creative piece, I really enjoyed reading it! ☻
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Thank you so much for reading my poem! I’m very glad you enjoyed it!🫶🏾
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bexsatwork submitted a contest entry to
Write a love letter to something (not someone) that you love 3 months, 3 weeks ago
To The Novel I Have Not Yet Written
To the novel I’ve not yet written,
I love you.
You are the bane of my existence and the thing I cherish above all others. You have plagued me, day and night, for decades. I’m kind of sick of it, but I just can’t let you go.
You spin such wonderful stories for me, my eyes following their twisting plots and heartfelt moments, like tracking dust motes in a sunbeam. They grow and contract, take on color and then fade, reach out across continents and oceans and then re-center on a small village and its people.
You flit from genre to genre, theme to theme, and I, your hopeless and helpless author, can only scramble after you clumsily, desperate to get a better glimpse, a more solid touch. A god chasing a nymph (though maybe in a less creepy way).You have matured with me, risen through the ranks of middle grade to YA to New Adult to Adult. You have dragged me through research binges and uncomfortable questions and exciting discoveries, all in service to what you will become.
You have sat with me as I despaired over your existence. Wondered whether or not I would even bring you into this world. Would people like you? Would I like you? Sometimes I’m not convinced. Sometimes I am sure that my brain will never get it together, will never settle enough for me to create you.
And you want so badly to simply be! To be shared and laughed over and cried over and loved, because as much as I love you my love will never be enough. It can never be enough. My love will breathe life into you, but it will not sustain you.
So, like many things that are loved, I will eventually have to let you go. To hold on to you, tucked safely away in my mind from the claws of criticism and rejection, the banality of querying and paperwork, is a disservice to you. You don’t care about those things. And I love you too much to shackle them to you.
But not quite yet. I trust you, implicitly, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. Loving you enough to release you is, by far, the hardest thing I have ever had to endure. Let me be selfish for a little longer, please?
All my Love,
Your author.
P.S. Please tell your sequel that they have to wait their turn. I cannot let them leave the nest if they are not even out of the egg yet.
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As someone who has been working on a novel for years this was entertaining and clever. Thank you.
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Thank you so much! One day we’ll get them out there.
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Love this! As someone who also has a novel not yet written, I relate so much to the never ending ideas but the inability to put the thoughts to paper. Every time I start the process of writing, I hit a wall–but it doesn’t stop the novel in my mind! Very well written.
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Thank you! One day my brain will cooperate. 😀
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Rebecca, I love this idea!! I’m so glad that you are so passionate about your creative journey! Keep up the great work ♥
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