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Four Seasons

A sense of hunger, regardless of repletion,
The art of yearning, with broken aspiration,
Like an unquenchable pit of fire,
Or the things a poor man desires.


The melancholy tone of her writing,
The sadness in her eyes,
The misery in her living,
Reminds me of dark skies.


A strong wind, an outset feeling,
Land of dawn with flowers nurturing,
Regrets approaching her, leading to a casket,
But she's busy packing her picnic basket.


Resilient she is, bright like green corals,
Her heart full of hope, with unshaken morals,
With every challenge, she shines on a summer's day,
With warmth and laughter, she brings life to the bay.




Poetry by esther k chacha The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-01-19 at 15:20

Tags Seasons  Metaphor  Rhyme 

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William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Four verses; four seasons.

I really like the ''art of yearning.'' Maybe all art is the result of some kind of yearning.
2026-01-21


Ray Miller
It's an interesting read, though I don't get any sense of the title's four seasons.
2026-01-21