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This form is called an Epistle. The definition of the word Epistle is letter and that's exactly what this form is. A letter written to someone real or imaginary. The form allows much freedom since the rhyme scheme and syllable count is totally up to the poet. This form dates back to the early days of the Romans and was used to portray strong feelings of emotion related to politics, religion, philosophy, and, love. The main object of this form is to portray to your reader your strong emotions relating to the person to whom the letter is written. There is no set number of stanzas, syllable count or meter. This form allows for great freedom of expression. Below is my example of the Epistle. The longest Poem I ever wrote but I was on a role and could not stop. Sorry
Dear Nation,
I plead to every soul, eye, and ear
to open your hearts and your mind.
Allow eager words to adhere,
walk not with the clan of the blind.
I write to all that I endear,
these words from my deep inner core.
For man's mortality I fear,
as sacred morals disappear.
I see the world go through change,
and all for the better you say.
I watch the seasons rearrange,
at night I lay awake and pray.
Let those rose colored glasses break,
and seek the truth from which you hide.
A difference each of us can make,
when we reach down deep inside.
Easier to wear the blindfold,
and live in a world of pretend.
Sheltered from the truth's bitter cold,
safe from the evils raging wind.
This letter my desperate plea,
that you will awake from your dream.
Hear what I hear... see what I see,
that tonight sets my pen to scream.
Wars led by wolves baring sheeps skin,
as by each the death toll was kept.
Leaders glorified for their sin,
as angels in heaven wept.
I see hunger spread through the land
while the leaders are counting gold.
Satan leading us by our hand,
as values we refuse to uphold.
Reporters beat and thrown in jail,
and authors books are being banned.
All for the truth they wished to tell,
as we bury our heads in sand.
I see drugs and rage on the street,
thieving our young ones souls away.
World's tears falling as rain and sleet,
hurling upon my soul each day.
I see eternal vows broken,
as lovers flee into the night.
I hear blasphemous words spoken,
as we stray from God's leading light.
I send to you this letter tonight,
plea to every man, woman, child.
Let us all help to make it right,
refuse to let our world be defiled.
Give your child a warm embrace,
and lend them your loving ear.
Wipe the tears from their tiny face,
listen close to their hopes and fear.
Give your wives a kiss and a rose,
and praise your mother's sacrifice
Listen to elders wisdom that flows,
acknowledge your fathers advice.
Share a tiny morsel of bread,
and allow the hungry to feast
Honor the one that you have wed,
with Holy Vow from Highest Priest.
Lend your neighbor a helping hand,
visit with those who are sick.
Let's build a World that will stand,
each donating love's golden brick.
Join me in my effort tonight,
seeking guidance from God above.
Send your eternal soul to flight,
showering our world with pure love.
Addressed to all of this Nation's ears,
signed with tears too often shed.
Praying hope, peace, and love appears,
sealed with the pain this nation bled.
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