Welcome to lettrs!
You may be wondering, “What is this incredible new app that I have downloaded, and what do I do with it”? That is an excellent question!
It is a place to express without judgments; to keep a public journal, share your poetry, or find others like (or unlike) you from around the world to connect with.
If you click "Write A Letter" from the home screen, you'll be brought to the Drafts page, where you can write - and sign! - and stamp! - Your first letter.
If you'd rather browse than write, you can spend some time in Explore. Select Staff Picks in your Filter tool, and click the check mark arrow at the top right to see some curated content – a wide variety of l...
An original poem.
I can feel the whispers amongst the trees,
this place is so surreal and free.
I lay there motionless and overwhelmed.
To see and feel the nature is one thing,
but to be one with nature is eternal joy.
As I lay there in the midst of darkness,
I feel that I too have a dark soul.
The trees above me branch away,
they run as far as they may.
While i'm sitting here staring up at the sky,
I wonder how would it feel like to die;
to die without forgiving, without helping, without being forgiven, without being loved.
It is a way someone can express their feelings. It is a way someone can make another person's day a little happier, so write and make someone...
Here's one of my favorite poems ever!
Life is a game,
A game of chess,
If you make a wrong move,
Your winning chances are less.
Life is so precious,
Life is so beautiful,
Life is a real game,
So make winning your aim.
Think about the move before you make it,
Because you don’t want to suffer your whole life for it.
Make sure you achieve your aim,
Because then you can move on to your next game.
Think of the people, who are waiting for your success,
Cheering for you throughout the entire race.
You don’t want to disappoint them and make them frown.
So make sure that you win and don’t let them down.
Win the game and make people behind you feel proud,
For the suppor...
Why does all this happen?
The lives lost
At what cost?
The innocent people dying
Some just like seeing others suffer
Children separated from their mothers
All of this over an ancient feud
Open your eyes
Know the truth
Disregard the lies..
If I could bring someone back then it would be my most beloved Prophet Muhammad ﷺ. I would want to bring him ﷺ back so that I can see what Umm Ma`bad (a women who lived during the time of prophet Muhammad ﷺ) saw:
“I saw a man who is handsome, of glowing countenance, and of good proportions, with neither a large stomach nor a small head. He is smart of appearance, with balanced features, deep black eyes, and long eyelashes. His voice is not coarse. He has a long neck, a full rounded beard, and thick eyebrows that meet each other. When he is silent, he is stately and composed, and when he speaks, his appearance is impressive."
“He is the most beautiful and striking man from a distance and the...
“But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you,
And perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you.
Allah knows, while ye know not.”
(Surah al-Baqarah) 2-216
"If we would had sent down this Qur'an on a mountain, you would have seen it humble itself and split asunder from the fear of Allah..."
(Al-Hashr: 59, Ayah 21)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows:
“Here lies Dobby, a free elf.”
“The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?'
Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.”
“Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here. ”
“Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?”
“We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?”
"Albus Severus, you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."
"Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man."
"I am about to die."
Right when you touch your pen,
your creative juices start flowing.
You can't tame your creativeness,
you only know how to express it.
Because your imagination is so high that even the tallest building is smaller than it.
You never let it go away from you,
it is affixed into your heart & soul.
How the dictionary defines doodle-
How I define doodle-
A reflection of the mind & soul.
Thank you for your wonderful entries into our Stamps Contest. We are happy to say we selected one of your stamps.
It will go live along with the other winners 2 weeks from now.
Your style, creativity and engagement is what makes lettrs the community that it is.
Keep at it and we can't wait for your stamp to go live in lettrs land.
-the head lettrist
What words mean to me?
Words are confusing
Words are amazing
Words are funny
Words are everything
Words are indelible
Words are beautiful
Words are imaginations
Words are chemistry
I hereby nominate the first five people who like this letter.
P.S. thanks to Shazia for nominating me.
Always appreciate with what you have, because... There is always someone out there who wants something you already have.
I finally got a letter from Hogwarts!
Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore.
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc, Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizard)
Dear Ms. Iqra,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term beings on 1st September. We await your owl no later
than 31st July.
“Let go of those who bring you down and surround yourself with those who bring out the best in you.”
She was sitting
on the bench watching
you happily jumping around.
She held your hand
when you wanted
to feel protected.
She stayed up
all night to the sound
of your cries.
She tells you
what is danger
& she tells you
what is right.
She is you blood
and she is your type.
She waits for you
to go to school.
She helps with
all your problems.
She loves you
till the end of time...
And who is she?
She is Mine!!
She is my Dear Mother ♡
“Don't blame others as an excuse for your not working hard enough.”
"Pretty" a poem by Iqra.
Pretty, Pretty person I see.
Behind the bushes, behind the tree,
the birds are flying as they sing.
You are sitting on the bench for people to pass by,
so you can say hello, and goodbye.
I pass by you and hear no hello,
all I see is a beautiful person hugging me!