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Click hereShe sat on a bench
she hadnt sat on hince,
thumbing her trinket in hand.
Sun bathed in warmth
she scanned the white fence,
with thoughts of a Man.
Recalling her passions
of what moved her so
From a Man of long ago.
Her fingers gently glided
across a Ribboned Medal
as her tears started to flow.
A Purple Heart
she had cupped in hand
blue the one in her chest.
For it was here
she waved goodbye
to a sailor in his vest.
She thought of love
like a bush and a rose
it intertwines and grows.
But one day it blooms
into a beautiful flower
then plucked and away it goes.
A seed was planted
in the heat of passion
but her love forever grew.
Now her childrens children
are still told of the hero
the grandfather they never knew.
Her Trinket in hand
is whats left of a man
She waved to years ago!
Standing right here
face full of tears
Watching her Heart go!
Its been so long
since she had been here
the scenery has changed too.
But the last place
she saw her Heart
it sailed into the ocean blue.
Absolutely touching. It is a wonderful poem that reaches the depths of one's heart.
A wonderful written poem with your words of tenderness.
It's an exceptional poem touching one's heart and emotions.
this is a very good poem. it's not like i write, but is very good for the style of poem you wrote.
Definitely and enjoyable read. I have read a lot today and came across a lot of poetry that seemed to be more of a story than REAL poetry. This was beautifully written but there were slight problems with the meter causing the flow to be a little rocky. It's more near the middle and ending.
Also, you may want to fix the extra spacing between the stanzas.
Never to hurt and only to help.
Thanks for the great read, Dana