Best Sunstroke Poems
The meadow has come alive with sight and sound
As I go through the gate, I hear buzzing all around,
The bees are busy working on milkweed flower
Waist-high daylilies and coral honeysuckles tower,
Enticing a few hummingbirds into the crowded field
I snap a piece of sassafras which is carefully peeled,
Soon I see three cottontails on the path up ahead
About the same time, a cardinal flashing by, all red,
I hear the call of a tanager and a mourning dove
Today, there is so much here in the meadow to love.
The narrow pathway is overgrowing with wild carrot
Originally blown over here from a nearby cattle lot
Breezes are stirring up the gnats and dragonflies,
And I keep wiping floating pollen out of my eyes.
As I expected the mother deer has weaned her fawn
I’m surprised to see her here so long after the dawn,
The afternoon sun beating down is now aggressive
I should have known better, it’s becoming oppressive.
I’ll head toward home, foregoing a walk to the river
A sunstroke is threatening; I have begun to shiver.
Written July 16, 2022
Categories:
sunstroke, animal, flower, insect, july,
Form:
Couplet
Eyelids heavy with memories
Cover lights and shadows of a hospital in ruins.
A baby with grown-up fingers
Reads the past in Braille
Barely touching the meaning of broken cobblestone streets of her past.
Her fingertips retract like eyes of snails back into the present
Where handsome men - immoral in their animalism -
try to understand LOVE for the very first time.
Great White sharks kill tri-athletes and place them in immortality
as writers reach the end of the journey frustrated by their lack of gills ...
The torrid yellow burden rolls down incinerated crystals between her breasts
She senses people as zigzags with burglarized drawers
rhythmically roaming up and down the Riviera...
The ocean breeze murmurs: “ Michelle, my belle...”, “ I love, I love you, I looove you...”
Invading her nostrils with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee
and the smell of barbeque that, once she could digest.
The sun drops gold coins into the turquoise as they ricochet into her degenerating eyes.
I see myself in her from the above as unscrupulous tides rip open our sandy abdomen
Violently sucking my body's sand sculpture back to the undertow.
It's almost dusk and seagulls fly through me to a secret shelter I wish I had...
I'm scared to fall asleep as I might wake up without wings
while numbness's taking over my bleeding shoulder blades...
"The body of a peddler with broken clocks on sale
was found tonight
on the landing pad of a hospital in ruins"
for Deb's contest "Real, UNreal or SURreal "
Categories:
sunstroke, imagination, lifelove,
Form:
Free verse
This year for a vacation
Camping we did go.
It didn't have my vote,
I was outnumbered, wouldn't you know.
Camping is relaxing
And fun at any age.
Trying to start a fire
With two sticks and burning rage.
The fish, they won't bite
But the bugs certainly do.
And beans cooked over a campfire
Definitely taste like glue.
The weather man's an idiot,
Sunny and clear he said.
If I'd been warned about monsoons
I'd have stayed at home in bed.
The sunstroke from this afternoon
Has left me weak and sore.
At night the temperature drops
Forty degrees or more.
Would someone please explain
Why I thought this would be fun.
The people at the next campsite
Are showing off their gun.
They say they have a new dog
They got him just last week.
A cougar ate the last one
Who apparently was meek.
The lake is full of parasites,
Perhaps they ate the fish.
Vacation time next year
Maybe I'll get my wish.
While everyone else goes camping,
Off having all that fun,
I'll head off to a resort
And soak me up some sun.
p.s. based on true events
written Aug.10/2010 ,by Francine Roberts
entered in Constance's "Why oh Why" contest
Categories:
sunstroke, adventureme,
Form:
Couplet
smoke stacks
burning black smoke again –
sunstroke
12/28/1016
Categories:
sunstroke, earth, health, weather,
Form:
Haiku
Paperless dolls and run-less runs –
Roller coaster rides and fun-less fun.
Hopscotch and blisters; banana-seat bikes –
Hand games and shout-backs too.
Quiet-less walks at 3:00 in the morn –
Virtual stranger rides with indecency.
Cracker-jacks and white wine spritzers –
Early morning-midnight bizarre.
Hellish targets for our holy aims –
Lipsticks red and perfumes sweet.
Mustard corndogs with licorice malt –
Chocolate mustache with milk beards.
Sunstroke and fallacy whipping tales –
Tongue-tied talk and all the such.
Hair-unwoven nightmares & bobby pins –
Lurid washed-out make-up; oh the horror.
Candy-less sugar pops dressed in green –
Wrappers prettied up in dazzling clash.
Malt whiskey and bourbon please –
Ante up for your hill-less ride.
Categories:
sunstroke, childhood, life, social
Form:
Free verse
An empire rises,
When the trees are in their prime,
Until axes can be heard ringing all the time,
And the waters start to rise above the plimsoll line
An empire dies,
When the old men of the forest,
Are cut down with the rest,
Leaving the sun to do the rest.
When the sun has done its job,
And the water level drops,
Enough to see the mountain tops,
Up another forest pops.
I hope the next time an empire rises,
And before the sound of axes becomes too loud,
The people will think it sound,
To keep a few trees around.
Of course a sun hat or two,
May be needed,
So planting of trees between axe strokes is not impeded,
By Sunstroke that has gone unheeded.
Categories:
sunstroke, analogy, anger, baptism, bereavement,
Form:
Clerihew
the moons cause tides the stars cause yawning
the midday sun can cause sunstroke
a nasa staffer thought before he
passed out on miami beach
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Categories:
sunstroke, humor,
Form:
Blank verse
I Dream of Being Wrong!
It's so frustrating, God but it seems that it's true
What I see in my heart it's Your pleasure to do!
Still, I wish Lord some dreams might get lost in Your will,
Though our lessons suggest, You feel love for us still.
"I AM" right! With no thinking? Do some share your dreams?
When I see evil coming, hate rise to extremes,
Should I climb in my ark Lord or trust rainbow's pledge
(As Trump's minions with arsenals dance on life's edge.)
When our timetables differ Lord, sometimes I fear
That my prayers (am I selfish?) did not find Your ear,
Must men soil the whole planet till climate suspends
Any hope of survival? Flea's fleas have no friends!
With the heat slowly rising, firebugs in a sweat
An iceberg in hell dies of sunstroke and yet,
All the science deniers toast first! What a joke!
They did exit with flair! "Oh my God! 'Rapture' Smoke!"
Brian Johnston
7th of October 2018
Categories:
sunstroke, humor, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Sonnet. (Attempt)
Another day has gone and I’m old, like the day
To last long as possible, night holds no mystery.
The land needs rain, but clouds have feet of clay.
The almond tree has shed its flowers masterly
But nature is truculent and keeps deluge at bay.
Scorched soil, a dry desert and flying mallards
There was a man who walked without a hat
He suffered sunstroke and is very much maligned.
For not obeying folks warning of wearing a cap
This has given him time to think of our modernity
Is not the best for the promised potential of man,
Told you, farmers are not known to be modest.
Sunstroke, our man sits in a kaleidoscope; smiles
The translucence of his mind he had seen the sky.
Categories:
sunstroke, fantasy, food, satire,
Form:
Sonnet
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Painting and repainting the future of our land with crooked hands
Laughing at things as the world pass us by.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Writing us messages that have no bloodline.
Although black oil runs in our veins like water of vegetation
There is a sunstroke in our land.
We dream of cassava songs in the market
We dream of an open vehicle that could bear the tiredness of our souls but we are at the verge of things.
Our chairmen our flag bearers of fences
Translators of black dreams with European mirror.
The white house is open for destitutes, kindred of destitutes that are china in African sun.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again and there is a sunstroke in our land
The scorching heat is against banana groves.
Look and see children on a hungry march in the metallic road.
Categories:
sunstroke, africa, black african american,
Form:
Blank verse
YOU ARE MY SULTRY SUMMER
HOT, STICKY, STEAMY
WET WITH ANTICIPATION
AT THE VERY THOUGHT OF YOU
I AM EBULLIENT
FROM THIS OPPRESSION
SCORCHING IN THE HEAT
OF YOUR YELLOW GLOW
THIS TORRID PASSION
I AM MELTING
FROM YOUR INCANDESCENCE
ALIGHT
AFIRE
ABLAZE
WHICH CANNOT BE
EXTINGUISHED.
2000
Categories:
sunstroke, crush, love, lust, summer,
Form:
Free verse
sun
the sun is shining
gives lots of vitamin c
but I got sunstroke
26th June 2022
Haiku Summer Nature Poem contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
Categories:
sunstroke, nature, sun,
Form:
Haiku
Fifty five year old me will be a gypsy. Solar powered bike/ car hybrid towing a tent will be my mode of transport. Unfolding continent selects destinations. Isolated majesty I will claim enrichment from.
spinifex spikes paint
sore heart splendour patched up dusk
remedies sunstroke
Categories:
sunstroke, adventure, appreciation, courage, future,
Form:
Haibun
A thought starts a fire
loosening the lips.
I want to scream.
Between dreams and stars
a sky hung with
inverted moon.
The desire springs a scythe
but cannot cut a
jellyfish of eye.
A sunstroke was speechless
without a sun.
The gift of a night.
The sweet tooth of a lie
scoops a truth,
king of bitters.
Satish Verma
Categories:
sunstroke, art
Form:
THE SUN AND ME
All day long I lay in the sun – the man in E R says it’s sunstroke
summer sun is hot
is it shining today then
no of course it’s not
The sun always shone when you were here.
It seemed to know that you were near.
But now the skies are always grey,
Since the day you walked away
31st May 2023
A Monocu, Haiku and 4-lines of rhyme - same theme contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
Categories:
sunstroke, sun,
Form:
Other