Jul 15 2011
Seasons
Impregnate me with the thought of us.
Seeing our wonderlust develop through the seasons.
In the summer,
While the seas deep blue,
I imagine the sun kissing your back,
While we make passionate love in the sanddunes.
We will spend the days splashing
and kissing in the sand.
Untill the bloated sun heaves its body behind the hills,
And a cool breeze pushes Autumn in.
The days are colder now,
But it offers more reason for me to snuggle into the comfort of your side.
While we chase after fallen leaves,
and crunch them as though we were nothing more than a child.
We hold eachother laughing with the wind.
The wind turns to frost,
And we know winter is here,
So we rush inside and dive into a cave of blankets,
Roasting marshmellows on the potbelly fire,
You’d whisper sweet nothings that warm me to my feet.
Id fall asleep in the safety of your arms,
And be awoken by the first signs of spring.
I’ll cry with joy as you point to all new life that surrounds us.
Breathng in the sweet scent of the flowers we find,
We hold hands breathless in the clean crisp air.
I tell you ‘I love you’
And you reply ‘I like you too’
(3 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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I love the idea of the time going by, the different seasons. I think you carried it out very well.
Also, nothing rhymed, but it never seemed clumsy and i never got tired of reading.
The ending was sweet :p
Great job.
??????? That sounds sad. I´d expect something like “I love you too” not “I like you too”
Maybe it´s trying to say that all that happened between them meant nothing to him/her. Maybe. Agree with pixie, it doesn´t rhyme but it´s filled with awesomeness. I´m a big fan of free style.
Soooo much imageneryness.
I dont want to seem odd, but I thought it was something like an inside joke, or whatever. Kinda imagined him saying it with this quirk to his lips.
Am i completely off?
Thanks guys, Its kida my thing not to rhyme. i like saying things in a different light and being a little different rather than a typical poetic form. Its like telling a warped story (:
Its kinda losely based on false hopes that iv encountered in umerous relationships where id be so head over heels in love with how ‘he’ made me feel that id always without fail forget to take a step back and take in how ‘he’ would be feeling. Imalways the’trophy’ ):
why does t always end up in sexy poems?? sorry guys wrong category /: