What is Epistolary Poetry?
Epistolary poetry is also called a verse or letter poem. This type of poem is written in the form of a letter.
Understanding my poems:
For me writing epistolary poems was a little difficult. I feel its hard because you need to make sure that it is in the form of a letter but still reads as a poem. My first personal poem was written about a friend of mine who I stopped talking to. The goal of this poem was to make it read as an apology letter. After I was done writing this poem I read it aloud without stopping . I then ask myself as the reader if I could figure out what was happening. The second poem I wrote from the point of view of my goldfish. The goal of this poem was to write about what it was like when I brought my fish home. I did the same thing for this poem as I did for the first one. I read it aloud and made sure that I was able to understand the meaning of it as a reader.
My poems:
. Personal Epistolary:
Letter to my lost friend Dear A., do you remember the last time we spoke? It was a day filled with laughter as we thought back To the days of singing on my front steps Or going to the beach to look at the boys We had a bond that was once so strong We were like sisters, tied at the hip. Talking about clothes, shoes, and of course boys, That topic we couldn’t resist. Things then turned sour Like old left out milk But who would’ve know that, that one topic that brought us together Would be the one to ruin our friendship forever. I can still feel the burning sensation of being stabbed in the back As I watched you two walk away Fading into the darkness of the night Everyone ran over to see where you went I ran away to try and forget Don’t get me wrong we each said our fair share, Of things we wish we could take back. Placing the blame on one another As if it was a game of tag and you didn’t want to be it Fighting over something like this was something we will regret. I wish things could go back to the way they were. When whenever I had those salty tears rolling down my face I could turn around to see you with a box of tissues And a pen and paper to take down the name of the person Who made me feel this way Or when everything I saw or did Made me laugh to the point That my sides would hurt And you would tell me That watching me laugh makes you laugh harder I want that friendship back I want us to be as tight as glue So in your next letter I wish to read How you’re sorry as well and want to be friends again ![]()
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. Person Epistolary:
Marcel the goldfish I swim around the tank The one your desk, Waiting for you to come home. As I swim through the toy barrels, You brought for me. In and out I go through them Just like you do throughout the day Do you remember the moment you got me? I watched as you smiled carrying me home You looked like a child running downstairs To find presents under the tree on Christmas morning Under the stars of the night sky. You let me see the world for the first time My bright orange color Shimmering in the moons light. It made me feel like I was one of a kind. “We are almost home marcel,” you told me Though I know I am one Of the most kept pet fish You make me feel like I’m the only one that exists. In the morning I see the dark bags under your eyes Yet you still turn my light on and say good morning As if this light was my personal spotlight And I was the main star. Don’t get me wrong I dislike when you’re gone But seeing you come back and saying “Hi Marcel! Mommy’s home!” Makes me know I belong in your home. ![]()
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