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Click hereShall I play 'a mouse trap' like Hamlet
to show you some wicked ways
It's hard to grasp the tongue of a Dragon
with fire being bellowed in say
Words can shrill like the octave note
that breaks and shatters glass
or soothe a soul like a summer rain
or beating waves that splash
Words can mimic dogs that bark
or a constant faucet drip
They can touch you deeply in your soul
and bring a quivering lip
If you handed out your words to another
like passing out, medication
Would you be reckless or careless
in their distribution
Is it nature to whisper sweetness
into the ear of your mother
then turn and shout, critic and judge
your closes friend or neighbor
Some words stick like grains of sand
embedded under the eye lid
some words lift you to that plain
where it's easy to forgive
Some spit words like bullets fired
uncaring of their harm
their hearts are cold and battered
anger keeps them warm
Words can come across like sandpaper
abrasive to the inner drum
or fill you with a sweet soothing melody
you uncontrollably have to hum
Words of truth can cut like a knife
be humble spoken, I plea
We are all armed with the Sword of Truth
and the Shield of Honesty
Don't make something out of everything. Enjoy the words. Be capable to read and enjoy the poem for the beauty. Don't give it a deeper meaning.
Great work...
~L
evil or angelic? depends on how it is said and from whose mouth it is uttered. I like the sentiments here, the rhyme turned me off, but the beauty of the poem is its observation and I will forgive rhyme for truth any day :) enjoyed reading this one
~~ maria
and I wasn't sure how to comment. There are parts of it that I like. I'm just now sure I feel about the poem as a whole. I'm still thinking about it. :)