A quickened pace of thunderous applause
gracing presence of yearning desire
for warmer passion versus four months
of cold, lonely attention previous endured.
Hope and assurance build upon lustful
thoughts and suggestions craving fulfillment
when Passion's heat rises closer to its
four month climax adored by the multitude.
Foreshadowing diminishes pure pleasure
leaving obscure occurrences unfolding upon
the hopes, the desire, the need for
a different sense of self and being.
Pitter patter plops down from above
making sight hazy, prodding sadness
into dreams of the multitude,
leaving unanswered questions pondered.
Blooming beings attempt defying death,
sponging up and quenching a thirst
that once already acquired its suffice
moisture within, bloating the blooming beings.
Scorching scrooge takes pity on the bloomed,
heavily bloated beings, alleviating any more
undertaking of sorrowful, harsh pressure,
invoking hope among a new crowd.
Will the dreams ever come true
for all that are seeking such relief?
Only time and our actions will predict
what is in store for our future.
Author notes
If you could think of a better title, I would be so grateful. There's just so much I wanted to represent in this poem, that I couldn't find a happy medium.
What do you think?
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Exciting
well...it's very "passionate" I'm not sure what you were aiming for but it strikes me as the thoughts that might go through my head on my wedding night. (love, Passion, Excitement, nervousness,) Looking towards the future is really a burden on most peoples hearts. I love it
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This is actually about going from winter to spring to summer, and everything in between. I want the weather to get nice and warm, craving it so much, but it started flurrying today, or it pours rain. Even though it is April, and "April showers bring May flowers," I want warm weather!!!
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