Her words of love he'll never see.
Etched in passion's true confessing.
Lost love unread he'll never grieve,
Because of simple misdirecting.
Tear stained promises he'd of cherished,
Lies gathering dust amongst the dead.
Here in letters undelivered, buried,
In history's heap of heartaches bleed.
They say that time heals all the wrongs.
their lives goes on in opposite directions.
But her words on my face are felt as strong,
As when she penned them in deep affection.
In a list
A contest entry
- Dead Mail by JeannieD Hunter.
1000 points, ended June 12, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is just breathtaking. I love the flow of this...I almost cried. You did a wonderful job.
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suseann,
congrats!!!
such a clever compositio..
the poem expresses much languish..
the theme can be understood in the 2nd stanza,3rd line-here in undelivered letters.
i feel so sorry for the who owns them. only his letters are the silent/dumb witnesses in all of his anguishes, aches and spoiled love intended to.
the emotions are very strong.
i like this very much!!!
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So sad to think of the number of letters that have been lost like this. Great take on the prompt and very well written. Thank you for entering and good luck.
~Jeannie -
Excellent
What a sad poem over just one misdirected letter. You don`t need the ànd` when just a comma is more effective.
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love is love
love of is a mystery , sometimes a
tragedy , sometimes never requited,
as the mourning dove always calls his , worried
of it not lasting
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Excellent
Such a very touching write. So very creative and well expressed. Best of luck in the contest.
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