Best Heat Up Poems
The screen door droops lazily, slightly ajar
Crickets croon lullabies, heard from afar
Kid’s sticky faces, betray ice-cream bars
All on a summers eve
Legs peel off chairs, from the sticky, wet heat
Rocking chairs sway, creaking out restless beats
Mosquitoes, they feast upon my grass-stained feet
All on a summers eve
Young lovers strip down, kissing perchance to swim
As jealous moon watches, and sunset grows dim
The sand dunes heat up, begging for skin on skin
All on a summers eve
Bold daisies flirt, nodding their modest heads,
Ivory faced roses blush, burning them red
Tiny seeds toss, and then shoot from their beds
All on a summers eve
Butterflies tease, as they flit-flutter by
Somewhere a windowsill holds fresh baked pie
Magic is born within jars of fireflies
All on a summers eve
Wild, woodland faeries dance in faerie rings
Children will grin, picking flowers to bring, to
Their surprised mothers, whose thankful hearts sing
All on a summers eve
Fishes gaze warily at worm-hooked poles
Marshmallows roast above fiery coals
Keen mother horses watch boisterous foals
All on a summers eve
Impatient winds blow, making love to the trees
Zephyrs entice; then enrage the calm seas
While lilies and hyacinths bewitch the breeze
All on a summers eve
Love will be found, and remembered, and made
Peace is a book, an old tree and its shade
Summer to me, tastes like cold lemonade
All on a summers eve
So, come with ye, summer; be gone snow and sleet!
I long to feel grass on the soles of my feet
And jump in the river as suns rays retreat
All on a summers eve
Shared 2nd place winner in Karen Neary's Summer Enchantment Rhymed
poetry contest. Thank you!!!
faraway as it opens your eyes chocolate melts now
wide with awe of a diamond wonder shining gleams
only if your were here embracing life magic majestic
love to spoil and cook for you something so delicious
putting your feet up softly watching a real-heart movie
sounds real my dream bride so beautiful and so real
as I looked into a candle as it flickers alone quietly
one light thinking dancing in thoughts all-together
night shades color the luster of a silver star winking
a small shadow pervades ever so blotting starlight
slightly as I hear you calling me as shades whisper
in our crowded corner thoughts of passionate love
distant faraway wonders breathless whispers calling
me toward simple things catching my breathing sighs
just throwing a few more turf on the fire right now
starting to heat up my frozen breaths icy steaming
clouds misting as the sky clouds my breath true blue
sweet dreams princess sits regal crowning charming
with the angels filled within love flying without wings
catch you in my dreams tonight until the sun kisses
your face and eyelids golden warm beautiful bright
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (May 14, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
When Summer starts her transitory reign,
King Sun, her beau, has steadily ascended,
brightening a sky that, for a time,
shall be his lovely mistress’ domain.
He reaches out his welcoming warm rays
across the span of Summer’s first official day,
lengthening them just as far as he is allowed
so he may well receive his paramour,
enveloping her in the fullest of his golden grand embraces.
But when night descends, Sun’s power wanes.
His wife, a goddess, the fair and steadfast Luna,
arrives to spell her king,
along with her attendants, a host of radiant stars.
Meanwhile, Mistress Summer softly slumbers,
faintly breathing out the warmth that Sun has wrapped her in.
So even in the dark’s coolness, she prevails.
In the dewy dawn, when she awakes,
Summer sees the beauty of her lover’s light and eagerly,
she spurs her King Sun on.
No two were ever so well-matched as these,
for both heat up the days with their consuming ardor
till the time of the equinox
when Summer is exiled for nine months,
to have her rebirth in the following year.
And year after year, for what could be eternity,
Sun bides his time, for he has many lovers. . .
But as lovers go,
it’s Summer who’s most expert at inciting the passion in his soul.
by andrea dietrich/ Motif is nature. Also romance
For the Impress Me Contest III of Giorgio V.
Cook the green beans
As you always do
When ready drain the water
Add a little oil then heat up
For a minute can add garlic
Crack and egg into the beans
With a wooden spoon mix together
Until egg is mixed all through
Now serve with the meal
This vegetable with egg can
Be served with every meal.
LIMERICKS NOT WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST
Men will slobber and drool when at the beach
Cuz bikinied women are out of reach
So eat your hearts out, men
For those girls you will yen
Fine women would consider you a leech
Men are enticed by girls with flat tummies
Though theirs are obese from eating yummies
They can keep dreaming
With beady eyes gleaming
Some of the male gender are such dummies
Men think of untying bikini strings
Of Victoria Secret girls with wings
They'd like to touch their tush
or better yet their.... shush!
Men want to do so many wicked things
Ogling girls clad in skimpy bikinis
Wishing they had three wishes from genies
Each one would be the same
Trying to UP their game
With enlargements for their teeny weenies
Turn about's always considered fair play
Many women would be glad for a lay
With a well muscled stud
Who would heat up her blood
Spendin' a lil time rollin' in the hay
Love Impasse
I am not ashamed to say it—
I trace demons of you in the stars—
perhaps because I cry at your abandon,
for once, you were the riddle in my bones.
But do I blame?
No—I should have known
where our paths split,
where an anxious exit waited slyly—
maybe I, too,
left constellations behind.
I rarely trust
simplicity of things
thanks to your abandon.
All I know is that I Loved you—
and have Loved you
and Love you—
But I could never lay my full self
in the tide of your shifting light,
nor could I assuage the storms
you held so close.
Though you are silent,
your thoughts pervade me
like serpents
silent as a crypt,
but hissing inwardly…
bleeding inwardly—
your presence in the sky sears me—
I have been woven into
your tumultuous pulse—
but the question remains:
do you feel the weight of me?
I see where my hands have cut you,
now that I bear the scars you left
just as deeply.
I have searched the ashes and all ends
for something that could spark
what we dismally buried—
a single ember—
a Hell—that
could heat up the crushing cold places
we once deemed Love.
Funning, just be funning
Jumpin mine bare feet hopping
Striving, mind mouth be jiving
I’m not relying jazz juz beatings cuz
Endorphins just be enormous
My conclusions is an allusion
Dancing in steps less contusions
Jump up
Step
What’s up
Breathe take a breath
On this dance flur/floor
What it is, is what is was
Step o’ver furniture
Bound, dance, step, and walk
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin
Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
Mov’IN , step by step
What’s up
Breathe take a breath
On this dance flur/floor
What it is, is what is was
Step o’ver furniture
Bound, dance, step, and walk
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin
Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
9/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Ah, Wanderlust, my soul for you burned hot!
When fresh and filled with fancy, I could not
sit still for long, for I was wont to flee
the simple life with its monotony.
The moon and stars were mine (or so I thought).
In college when I turned eighteen, I bought
my ticket to that thrill I’d always sought
in lands I’d only read of, far from me;
Ah, Wanderlust!
Were life a novel, mine would have its plot
heat up significantly when I got
to Europe; wondrous sights I was to see.
Romance I even found! But destiny
has deemed adventure would not be my lot. . .
Ah, Wanderlust!
Written 8/15/14 by Andrea Dietrich for the Wanderlust Poetry Contest of nette
onclaude
I want a big-small girl!
I want to reach out and touch someone,
but don't want just skin and bones.
I would like a fine, firm rump roast to call my own.
Not too jiggly or porous,
but big enough
for me to grab huge handfuls
with my little hands.
I want a big rump roast
to heat up with my burning desire.
Some nice chunky cheeks
to light my fire.
A large, strong woman
who will knead my body like dough.
Slap me around,
before sitting on me,
squishing me flat
like a big rolling pin.
After making love,
I want to feel bruised and bent,
crushed beneath a weight
that is heaven-sent.
I don't want just skin and bones,
I want a big rump roast to grab hold of,
want a big rump to hump
and call my very own.
NO ONE WANTS TO LIVE IN A COLD HOME
from the album "Heaters for Sale"
by Not Paul McCarney
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
Uncle Albert says you should go home, go home
Turn the heat up or sit by the fire
Toasty as upon a funeral pyre
Oo-hoo, because
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
No one takes the longest road home, road home
Put your feet up next to the blaze
Toes become candles before your gaze
Ooo-hooo!
My mind is so warm
The thoughts that heat up my soul
Need to cool down again
I love to watch the bulging balloons go floating by on Thanksgiving Day,
Filled with gas and bloated it’s hard to guess how much they must weigh.
It’s a tradition at our house to watch them parade as they go bounding by,
Look at that one wobble as he makes his way for a piece of pumpkin pie.
But all too soon the consumption parade comes to a crashing end,
As to the couches to watch the game the balloons will sleepily descend.
And into the clear blue November sky each of them dreamily soars,
The heights to which they rise are measured by the timber of their snores.
And when they awake an invisible rope guides them as if by fate,
To the microwave to heat up a second helping before it gets too late.
This time of year the only way they know that it’s time to stop,
Is when they hear an unnerving sound as one of them goes pop.
how it cuts the grain
yes earth's moon's unchanging face
heat loss from moon tides
Brian Johnston
July 28, 2014
This poem was inspired by Pandita Sanchez's Haiku called 'Gravity.' Read her
poem as well for even more fun!
Isn't it great? Nature's mysteries explained in 17 words. Didn't you ever ask
yourself why we only see one side of the moon? It does revolve you know, one
complete revolution every 24 hours. How is it possible that this is accidental? The
answer is that, of course, it is not an accident. When the moon was spinning
faster, there were tides on the moon just like we have tides on earth. These tides
of lunar soil caused the moon to heat up but then that energy radiated off into
space. The Laws of Conservation of Energy, then required the moon to slow
down, to the speed it rotates at today. Since there are no longer tides caused by
the moon's rotation, it has stopped slowing down. God I love Physics!
I heat up the stove and throw oil in the pan
I watch as the grease pop
Here comes the eggs man
Don't let the cooking stop
Once the egg is nice and fried
I slam the bacon down nice and calm
I burnt the egg so I slowly cried
as it sizzled and popped just like a bomb
I rushed to the fridge to grab the cheese
I ran to the toaster to toast my bread
Sadly I tripped and slammed my knees
I might as well be dead
I got up so the bacon wouldn't burn
and flipped it over
making sure each side gets a turn
I finally finished cooking all the food
Made the sandwich to the inch of perfection
I freaked out because I saw this disgusting dude
I then noticed it was just my reflection
This was the perfect sandwich, I know I'm right
I smiled, the scent of the meat lingers
I saw a large greasy hand come into sight
And rip it away from my fingers
I screamed as he bit into it
"Don't eat anymore of it, I forbid!"
I begged and begged for him to quit
He finished the rest of it, I really hate my kid.
bake the goodies
bake the snacks
snack tray covered
snack tray to taste
taste the cookies
taste the candy
candy cane the tree
candy cane the swags
swag the tables
swag the doors
door bell ring
door covered with lights
light up house
light up tree
tree the ornaments
tree the Angel
angel hair the mantle
angel blare the stereo
stereo blast Rudolph
stereo blitz street
street sing quartet
street cover snow
snow slide the treats
snow blanket heat
heat up cocoa
heat up rum
rum ball sugar
rum ball eat
eat cookies
eat stuffing
stuff turkey
stuff stockings
stocking fill candy
stocking fill nuts
nut up the pantry
nut fill bowls
bowl over friends
bowl filled with punch
punch up pillows
punch up poinsettias
poinsettia up the window sills
poinsettia up the tables
table the dinnerware
table the nativity
nativity wrap with evergreens
nativity homage with candles
candle light every Christmas
candle dim after praying
pray for the ringing … Santa
Christmas brings peace … Savior