Desire is merely emptiness lasting long enough for a dire span of fasting to fade the sweetness of last time's tasting, leaving one breathless and for air gasping. Sinister my void grows, hunger gnawing, thirst enlarging despite ever drawing from the well that promises restoring water, but instead strengthens its calling. I desire rich words like honey dripping. To simple phrases my ears stay gripping in hopes of cheers and compliment sipping, but instead I fear connections slipping. Desire is merely emptiness lasting long enough for a dreadful breakfasting to prove there's no use in truly tasting meals best kept sealed in condition pristine.
This was written for no good reason. Just felt like it.
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This is the good stuff!
Thanks! This was part of my current, off-line journaling efforts.
Oooh. Interesting divergence in that last line. I hope you enjoy some compliment sipping! Love it that you shared this, HRR. 🙂
The divergence was mostly because I couldn’t find a good word that rhymed! Haha!
Well it worked as if you meant it to happen!
Great rhyming poetry, H. Do you find rhyming poetry more difficult to write? I do. Sometimes I have to work with it for ages to get the rhyming scheme and meaning correct.
I feel like I’m not very good at poetry. When I write it, it always feels like a puzzle. If I don’t put a rhyme requirement on it, it feels too easy. I also have a hard time “feeling” a poem, so I don’t think I can write them more from the heart.