Love-letter Competition

All DUPers out here

Here is a competition for you, well perhaps on the most misappropriated word in history or herstory or whatever.Write the best love-letter u can think of.It can be dark or bright.It can be on love lost or love gained. It can be any kind of love even.It can be of any length. Make it in free verse. I cant wait to read your entries, er, I hope there will be some---

LAST DATE FOR SUBMISSION IS 14th OF NOVEMBER

I await
Priya

Awesome, I'll get started right away :)

ooooooo...I'll be digging out the old notebooks then

this has perked my interest to say the least.

wow , im so glad u guys are interested. i look forward so much to ur entries.thank u viddax for ur entry.

Can we submit more than one?

Quick question, I know this is a poetry website and all that but does it have to be poetry? Either way, I'm sure I wont have any problems but I was just wondering.

Oh this sounds like a great challenge. I'll get to work right away! - How long do we have?

[quote]Lil-Drummer-Boy said:
Can we submit more than one?

To have a fair competition it would be better to put up  only one poem, otherwise it will be an injustice to those who put up only one i guess:-)thank u for ur interest, i wait for ur entry

[quote]Geoff said:
Quick question, I know this is a poetry website and all that but does it have to be poetry? Either way, I'm sure I wont have any problems but I was just wondering.

Does that mean the letter can be in prose? Its ok if the structure is like prose , but it must be poetry in essence, i hope im clear:-)

[quote]Sinead M. said:
Oh this sounds like a great challenge. I'll get to work right away! - How long do we have?

I didnt put the last date for submission as I wasnt sure if it will pique interest but hey im so happy , thank u sinead for ur interest.

OK GUYS SO THE LAST DATE FOR SUBMISSION IS 14th OF November!!!

Ode to My Inamorata

These are the final thoughts, my dear,
Of a man who loved and needed thou,

The priest who would have married us,
To my dying side is near,

He scribbles down this parting note,
Whilst his wife doth mop my brow.

*

The church stands empty, as it did,
Upon the day the pilgrims built it

A hundred years ago this morn,
Beside the dirt track here,

Far from any town, a once most pious hostel,
To those who needed saving, the sinful and the passionate.

*

How I wish I could believe that thou art caught and held,
And that is why thou could not come, and made me oh so sad,

Though truth be told, I think it fact, that thou art not be gone,
And never left thy humble town, to marry one so wicked,

Thou fell beneath the good Lord’s stare, his saintly mannerisms,
Thou would not leave thy faith behind, to save a wretch like me.

*

The Puritans have broken us, destroyed our conjoined hearts,
Their Bible and it’s prudishness, have torn us now in twain,

But still the evil magistrate, can beat his poorly wife with glee,
Whilst to hold each other now tonight, is a sin for thee and I,

I still recall when we first met, amidst thou husband’s orchard,
We talked of many childish things, like lands across the sea.

*

But innocence can never last, as the Puritan’s intone
To a huddled mass each day, and fall upon their knees to pray,

We made a plan to leave this place, to marry here in sin,
Then live among the savage men, who’d treat us like their own,

But of course it never came to pass, which is why I’ve slain myself,
Drove a blade straight through my heart, fallen down the parish steps.

*

If the priest doth keep his word, and delivers this to thou,
Think tenderly of me dear one, and don’t forget thy promise,

I know thou could not come today, or any day henceforth,
Thou art crushed by Puritans, and thus cannot abscond

From the village of thou birth,  and where thou met poor I,
To talk of many childish things, like lands across the sea.

*

A woman dressed up, all in white, takes form inside the chapel,
“Where is my beloved?” she cries, and on a pew doth perch.

thank u for ur entry jack. I will save my comments for later:-)

They were and still are
endless reasons why
somethings shouldn't happen.

For instance:
the father of her child,
the child,
a relationship of love
that lasted three years,
but it did
happen.

And now, as I sit
upon the toilet
next door
whilst she stirs.
I grow warm
remembering last night,
and knowing that once I flush
and wipe,
brush my teeth
and stare my tired eyes
out in the mirror
I offer my reflection
a grin,

then I turn
to walk back
in to that room
where she waits
with her heart
on her sleeve
and her legs
open for me.

priya dileep said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--61-0-6]Geoff said:
Quick question, I know this is a poetry website and all that but does it have to be poetry? Either way, I'm sure I wont have any problems but I was just wondering.

Does that mean the letter can be in prose? Its ok if the structure is like prose , but it must be poetry in essence, i hope im clear:-)All righty that is cool.

Mine will be coming soonish...