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To be an envelope,
contain an ethereal message,
purple connotations,
cinquains linked, metonymes
like red leaves piled
by silk thread narration's
slanting script.
Ever so slightly intriguing imperfection
in the ink sunk to papyrus inside.
An ideal illusion of seal.
A destination,
destined to be torn.
But now a strange container,
paper thin wall enigma.
Shielding hope and hunger
side by side, letter by letter.
Sealed with a kiss, with a prayer;
Godspeed, dear Hermes.
Be my wings, speak for me,
watch those eyes follow
where I can't see.
To be a promise,
a courier on archaic wings, a song
between four eyes
and one pen glowing.
I was brought up to keep my negative thoughts to myself. Some weren’t brought up the same way I see.
Besides that point, your words painted a beautiful image of literary images in my mind. I appreciate that you shared your work of art . Be kind.
This was very beautiful. I enjoyed this because of its deep sense of wit and rhetoric. Thank you for sharing. :)
This has always been one of my favorite poems here on Lit. So, I faved it once again.
Fabulous poetry!
I see someone has a jealously problem. Tsk tsk to the asshole. :)
The "Mutual" comment is so crass, it's pathetic and not worthy of occupying space. If you don't know what metonymy is, look it up for chrissakes. I don't think the author is the one without the education, here. If you sweep out the anonymous comment, Liar, (and that would be my vote) get rid of this one too, and I'll re-comment on the technical beauty of this piece of high art you've created. (And if Anonymous wants to read some REAL crap, maybe he should go straight to the gutter and read e.e. cummings. [tongue-in-cheek] )
... Mr. Crapola in the U S of A has struck again. Get a life, poetry troll -- or at least get the balls to stop hiding behind "Anonymous."
You don't like our work? Let's see YOURS. Show us how it's done, slick.
even a mutual admiration group can recognize something with substance, something that does not rhyme or make sounds like squishy love sick barely literate females, can be poetry, this is intelligent, educated, perhaps you aren't and that is the root of the problem?
How sad that a mutual admiration group leaves praise for pieces of crap. Get serious. This isn't poetry. It reads like words penned by someone high on something other than life. Get real, people. Get educated.
Crapola!