Best Heated Up Poems
He grew within a frigid place
No one thought those legs would ever part
A Dark Prince thawed her frozen heart
A member long and stiff like ice
Penetrates
Cuts through the cold
His seed
His power
They both take hold
Invade
Satiate
Invigorate
Skin white as snow
begins to glow
A subtle blush
She feels the rush
Heated up
Ever so slightly
His cold blue eyes
shine brightly
She screams in the night
Pleasurable blue light
Her senses take flight
Then the dark prince goes away
The night was night and this is day
There's no desire in him to stay
With a heavy heart on the bed she lay
For him just a thing of play
Inside
His seed
Her baby grows
What is happening
she does not know
Pulse is rapid it will not slow
Her red veins
turn to blue
There is nothing
she can do
Her heart now frozen
a block of ice
She thinks cold thoughts
that are not nice
Inside the child feeds on her
The days and nights become a blur
In the middle of winter
The Ice King is born
From fragile womb
his body torn
Arrival accompanied
by a storm
Those present become statued ice
The King extracts his sacrifice
His mother spared
To her his love he shows
She wraps him in blanket
of pure white snow
His skin translucent
begins to glow
All of a sudden
the Dark Prince appears
He commands bring the baby over here
I wish to gaze upon my son
He is a truly magnificent one
He looks closely at the baby's face
Resemblance more than just a trace
Blue eyes dark they extract a toll
Sucking up the Prince's soul
The Ice King
emerges
fully grown
Regally rises to take his throne
Mother cries
Blue magical tears
Time for coronation
Rapidly nears
Diamonds fall
onto the ground
Placed in ice
The King is crowned
Linda's Free Verse Contest
Thanks to Leonora Galinta for letting me weave a story
with her Ice King. Yanny's Dark Prince has also played a roll.
Also thanks to SKAT for posting the Ice King Contest,
if she increases the number of lines I will enter.
I wrote this one before I knew there was a contest.
Categories:
heated up, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Somebody suggested I write the tale using the correctly spelled words because my story (below here in the Homophone contest) is simply too distracting to understand with homophones. Hope you will take a peek!!
When Harry Met Terry
Once upon a time in a wood, a very nice prince named Harry
met in the mist, high on the bough of a tree, a fairy named Terry.
The fairy felt low, for he was weak, and he was in need of some meat.
He bawled, “Woe is me. I can’t even stand here on my own two feet!
My poor heart is breaking, and I’m in pain. The last time that I ate
was days ago. You see, I’m in a haze and do not feel so great.”
I perish and long for wine and ham. Even better would be lamb!
But I would settle for a piece of bread with some sweet berry jam.”
Prince Harry knew he had some mints, some Tic Tacs that were in the pair
of new red jeans he wore. He took them out and waved them in the air.
“Licorice too I have right here!” Prince Harry told the fairy.
“It’s not much, but please do eat. Later on, we’ll dine and make merry.”
Prince Harry placed the fairy Terry on his pale white horse.
Then away the royal with the fairy hastened on his homeward course.
All day long they rode and rode. When the fairy started to groan.
Suddenly, from the horse, both the man and fairy were thrown.
Hungrily, they paced beneath the setting sun and through the night.
They pressed on until morning. Harry’s residence came into sight.
Prince Harry’s wife had supper ready, and she’d made a pie.
From utter happiness, the fairy thought that he might die.
She heated up their food for them. They both had grown so pale!
She listened as the fairy Terry told his tragic tale. . .
of how he’d lost his way and, for food, had not one crumb
until her dear spouse rescued him. At last, his prince had come!
Categories:
heated up, fantasy,
Form:
Couplet
"Never paint except with the three primary colors [red, blue, and yellow] and their derivatives." Camille Pissarro
One primary color can make me feel mellow
when warm like honey heated up or like rays of a golden sun.
It’s flax, saffron, blond, and canary yellow,
cheerful like a daffodil and bumblebee fun.
It’s bananas too and a well-buttered bun!
The second and vivid primary color
spells energy, boldness, passion and power.
Cardinals make most other birds seem simply duller.
A symbol of love, rose reigns as a fragrant red flower,
while scarlet and crimson sunsets my eyes can devour.
The loveliest for me of these three colors is the hue
that melds with yellow, thus creating green.
Some jewels, blooms and berries are naturally blue.
Splendid is a dusk with the tint of an indigo sheen.
Oh, cerulean sky above seawater shimmering aquamarine!
Categories:
heated up, color,
Form:
Quintain (English)
When i sat
With "That -Boy-"
He would stand
Looking,and-say-:
"I love you,girl
With your pretty curls-done-
And that booty shaking
Moves,clashing to your moody-times-
It like heaven!"
He even-said-
"To sit and know
That "wow"-you!-
Your just so-
So booty,so -shaking-"
And that all he'd say
That i was,in a way,-hott-
But dude,those days
Are anyways-past-
Hes gone along now,no more
Of all those-BootyCalls-
Because Boy,Im no meat
Im not Heated-up-
Chicken Breasts
So stop staring at my chest-Creep!-
Categories:
heated up, teen
Form:
Blank verse
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
continued.
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons
Categories:
heated up, adventure, animal, cheer up,
Form:
Roger was an humble man,
who dreamed of being a stud;
for when it came to pleasure,
poor Roger was a dud!
He created a little tool,
powered by electricity;
guaranteed for pleasure,
a boost to virility
A simple strap around his waist,
electrodes taped to his rear;
a remote control for comfort,
to the one he loved so dear
Late one Saturday evening,
his girl was dressed in red;
after a scrumptious dinner,
they hurried off to bed!
Roger was lean and ready,
he strapped on his device,
when the passion heated up,
she was reaching paradise!
That's when he pushed the button,
increasing his sexual speed;
"I'm the man!!"...he boldly cried,
a mistake he made indeed
His ego began to trip,
with a goal to last an hour;
Behold, the sex machine!!
he was now a super power!
Sparks began to fill the room,
followed by a burst of flame;
the sheets began to crackle,
Roger was all to blame!
Volts passed through their bodies,
their hair stood up on ends;
what started out as pleasure,
was painful for our friends!
A hole burned through the mattress,
as they crashed onto the floor;
she grabbed him by his hairy ear,
and tossed him out the door!
Standing naked in her view,
his butt severely scorched;
he begged his girl for mercy,
as he wept out on the porch!
To all you "stud creatures",
stupidity's often bred;
machismo's for the dreamer,
and so is an empty bed!
Categories:
heated up, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
"Twas during the Cuban Missile Crisis of October nineteen sixty-two,
When I was proudly wearing the distinctive Air Force suit of blue.
I was sent to perform an inspection at another Air Force base.
The Crisis heated up and I was told to get home as fast as I could race!
I landed at LAX and waited impatiently for my grip at the carousel.
At last I spotted it and there was no doubt it was mine I could easily tell.
Upon arriving home I told my spouse and kids all about the trip,
And laid the suitcase on the bed and proceeded to open my grip.
My spouse nearly fainted and much to my children's glee,
(And to my consternation) lay a heap of ladies lingerie!
In my haste at the airport I'd grabbed a bag exactly like mine,
And rushed out of the terminal knowing everything would be fine!
Oft, I've wondered what the lady's baffled husband's reaction was,
When she opened my bag and beheld my drawers and some ciga's!
The airline swapped bags and with the lady there was no direct contact.
The episode became family lore and our marriage remained intact!
Entry for Cindi Rockwell's "My Most Embarrassing Moment" Contest
Categories:
heated up, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a place inside the woods where I wound up one night
Way up in the mountains where I went to get a bite
Circumstances led me there the day my car broke down
I thought I’d get a meal as I was stranded near the town
It was a lovely autumn day, the trees were crimson red
It was their last hurrah before the leaves were dried and shed
The yellows and the oranges were mingled with the green.
The sight was so breathtaking, the most lovely that I’d seen.
The back roads were the prettiest and so I went that way.
My camera was my passenger and chronicled the day.
But halfway through my journey my car heated up and died.
My cell phone had no signal and nowhere was there a ride.
That’s when I saw the smoke emerging from a chimney top.
Way up in the mountain where I thought there’d be a shop.
And so I started climbing as the day had turned to dusk.
Even now, I still can smell the pine trees and the musk.
Echoes in the misty night surrounded me with fear.
Something was behind me I could feel that it was near.
I started walking faster as my heart began to race.
The eerie sounds of creatures filled the earth and every space.
That’s when I heard the howling of the wolves into the night.
And when I felt the burning of the teeth sink in and bite.
I screamed in pain and horror as I fell onto the ground.
I started crawling to a house, the closest in the town.
But just before I reached the door, I felt a bite again.
I know that I was saved but don’t remember how or when.
The people in the cabin took me in and made me well.
A few days later I was healed, the bites no longer swelled.
But now each time the moon is full I roam the woods til light.
All because my car broke down one dark and misty night.
For Gail Doyle's 'Stranded' contest, by Samia Ali Arroyo
Categories:
heated up, autumn, car, day, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
My life,
tried in the fire,
heated up seven times,
returns again to God refined
as gold.
Categories:
heated up, bible, christian, faith, fire,
Form:
Cinquain
I’ve been needing your lies
I’ve been craving your poison
I’ve been missing your demons
I’ve been loving your hater
While I was playing with death
While it was ing me upside down
While I was freezing face to hell
I’ve been moaning your name
When my hands were trembling
When my soul was jumping
When my veins were twisting
I howled your April’s farewell
Once Azrael was invited
And the sky was open
Then my mind got naked
Your shadow was my only Savior
My voice was resonating
But from your ears was forbidden
My snow capped depth was on the summit of its alp
Pleading you to be its shield
That’s when you threw it into a dark swamp
Claiming that you were lost in a blinded place
Everything was mute and your bones were broke
But I saw you secretly radiating in a crystal ball
You thought I’m nowhere nearer
Was it amusing to fool a downcast lifer?
You were pushing my destiny to its sharp ending chapter
Below the belts freedom was dedicated to a shrewd sinner
Meanwhile I’ve been taken to where nothing left to catch
Failures over the time of my rotten life have built my forgotten grave
Gloomy butterflies surrounded my sick grove
No flowers to bloom no hope to suck
No words to draw no feelings to touch
No time to rush no remorse to scratch
The door of paradise was barely visible
But the clouds drove me to a fiery jungle
I begged life to be my sucker
One last elegiac parting with winter
But death was an invincible fighter
Loneliness was feeding my blur future
Chiselling out my anxiety within four blank walls
Then stirred up a wild storm of toxic fears
Moving on was the synonym of stuck in a rut
A sterile heart gave up on its darned patience
Charcoaled love erased its existence
Dry tears chained to these anorexic cheeks
You shutdown the light you once heated up
Now I’m sober yet drunk on my coma
Trying to perforate your karma
While cleaning up my ugly Fantasia.
Where I was your moon and you were my star
Categories:
heated up, anxiety, cry, dark, death,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
It can kill you.
The more you feed it, the more it craves
you. You try to control it, but the chemistry is
too heated up, so you are hypnotized
with it’s ability to energize you.
It makes itself clear- with it’s bright colours
and all that, but you forget to look
anywhere else, so it compresses your life into
a bizarre mess of illogical decisions.
You thinks it clarifies you, but it just
blurs everything else in a haze of ignorance,
so you lose track of size, and colour,
and time, and make yourself blind.
Sometimes you wish it was less
intense, and that you didn’t have to
always put on a show, and stand in the
centre watching them watch you.
You thought it would make you better, more
substance means more life, but it just takes
over you, so what was you, is now a tiny
fragment of it, which just keeps getting smaller.
You can’t mix with who you want now,
you have to compromise, you can’t be free,
you have to stick to it until it has completely
changed you into something different.
Sometimes you feel so small and submerged
that you can’t breathe any more. It spins you
in circles, but you’re tired, and hot, and you want
to think without it’s thoughts moulding you.
But it’s too late to break the bond you made
that time when you wanted to dance. It’s too late
to change your mind now, and pretend it never
had any effect on you. It’s too late to put it out.
So you’re stuck with it’s snakes of arms too greedy
to care anymore, and that heat long too hot,
so it scorches you alive, and that colour, which
you blindly agreed to share, when you were you.
But you ‘re used to it now.
You know that you can break free if you try
really hard, but it’s you who’s too scared to leave.
You think it will stop you, and burn you, and eat
you, but it’s you who does that to yourself.
You remember when it was the answer to
everything, and when your body was big enough
to make decisions, but your heart, too selfish.
You remember those times, and you cry.
And you think again, and you open your
eyes, and you clarify life, and you free
yourself. It may have burnt your senses,
and your thoughts, and your heart, but,
It can’t kill you.
Only you can kill yourself.
Categories:
heated up, life, lost love, love
Form:
Free verse
First seductive moves and intimate touches
Of bodily drive so hot and sensual, starting with no
Rush or haste, just slower, slower and slow, then
Engine gets heated up, everywhere becomes charged
Points to specifically visit cannot be by passed
Licks, sucks and massages in steady speed
Acceleration kicks, desires burn into each other
Yearnings sum up this outburst to begin the core
Categories:
heated up, sensual, sexy,
Form:
Acrostic
the Zany Zoo
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
continued.
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons
Categories:
heated up, adventure, cheer up, day,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
We arrived, it was 7 a.m.
Then I was just a small girl
I still don't know why it made her angry
I will never know why
She bashed my head into the sink
After undoing my braids
My head was flooded into icy cold water
My body heated up with hatred and fear
The visuals of her yanking and scrubbing
Remembering that nobody stood up for me
My cousins and sister
They watched tv in the other room
I was stripped naked, she was screaming
I was thrown into the shower
Still nobody stood up for me
And I always wondered
Why my mom put it in my hair, did she forget
How much my grandma hated hair spray?
Late that night
I should never have told my mother
From then on
Every day I was only fed
Chocolate donuts or fruit cocktail
My stomach still churns at the sight of either
Never will know why she did those things to me
She didn't do them to anyone else
I resented all of the the days that
I was stuck with nowhere else to go
My mother couldn't afford a babysitter
And off I would go, sent to her regardless
The irony is, I still wear hairspray
I love it, and not just because she hated it
I understand now
What I couldn't comprehend then
Hairspray doesn't destruct
Or tear people apart
It is made to keep something in place
Unlike her it offers stability
I may never
Eat certain foods again
And I may still cringe at times
When I see a certain knob on a sink
But when I feel like it, I do have
One thing I do that makes me smile
I will stand infront of a mirror
Braiding my long tresses
I smile and spray
Hairspray
Categories:
heated up, abuse, child abuse, grandmother,
Form:
Free verse
Divine fire
makes spiritual endeavors ablaze
kindled by love's impact
against coldness of apathy
turning brewing friendships
to fellowship-blends so sweet.
Revival flame
exposes spirit to broiling tests
midst trials, verily roasting
revealing integrity’s credibility
demanding drive-acceleration
with pressures against slothfulness.
Fiery sessions of faith-fortitude
burn unbelief and doubt
as well as selfishness-pride
being heated up for diligent service
midst God’s compassion-furnace
toward kindness' exercise.
Transforming powerful ventures
marked by reaching-out zeal
inspire soul winning and life building pursuits
radiating the Lord’s heavenly warmth
midst simmering joy
sizzling gratefulness and steaming triumph-praise*!
*Psalm 57:7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
July 24, 2018
Edited on March 28, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND 1098" Free Verse Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/30/2022.
Categories:
heated up, blessing, character, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Free verse