Best Sweaty Poems

In this humid summer air 
I don't wear my underwear 
my bollocks get all sweaty, 
for that I do not care.

It's not amusing they sweat profusely
along with the crack and sweaty pubes
whilst women have their sweaty boobies
seems we all have sweaty rude bits.

So if you...

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Remorseless sweaty palms

despite being prescribed glycopyrrolate.

Though the angst riddled psyche of mine crafted youth, long since receded, ebbed in the past, infringement, impingement, and indecent wracking wrath of mental illness, that even as a middle aged mwm of lxiv bold faced roam min times, I...

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I feel the turn of fickle stars in my palms,
wrenching their way out,
challenging the ambition of a sinner's grasp.
 
It all falls loose;
sand at the feet of eternal eyes,
staring back into the shadows of memory.
 
Dreams struggle for breath,
suffer desperation, lack of color.
And in their...

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In sweat pants I lean…
spinning in  washing machines
faded denim jeans...

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Do I seem obsessed with the female form
Does it seem like it's much more than the norm
One of life's joys
Since I was a boy
It still makes me feel all sweaty and warm...

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Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin
a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within.
You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely..
Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam.
Her soothing voice with gentle hand on your cheek
Barriers once formed now lay lax as the moon...

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He came riding in from Coahuila
A sweaty young man with a thirst intense
He drank a whole quart of raw tequila
Neither he nor his hoss have been seen since -
Please watch for Fred and his hoss is Sheila 

November 4, 2016
For Contest 5 line Max...

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Sweaty Palms – Chronic Woe Renders...
Po' Whet Tick Dampened Curse = A
Worse Fate Than Death!

No idea when the incessant onset 
of sweaty palms first burst forth, 
nor why physiological symptom, 
sans secretion spoils socialization
upon thy totally tubular handsome 

grooves that criss cross the flat 
skin...

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sweaty palms,
lead to a brisk handshake.
averted eyes.
awkwardness.
the epitome of adolesence.
young boys and girls pretending to be grown up.
masquerading in ties and lipstick.
leaving numbers on napkins,
half-smiles,
and shared taxis.
it starts with a handshake.
quick
brisk
sweaty.
false.
like everything to come....

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Monogramed towels
Satelite entwined cable
Cell phones with irky tunes
I want your bad romance too
But answer your phone instead
Perfume sweat salty limbs
Taste good etched with sin

So come over my baby
Cum play with me
Lets hang out until our neighbors
Witness our noises to distinction of place
Come over to my...

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Lumps don't belong anywhere on your body
Don't be alarmed you probably need to go potty
If it turns out a tough one
Just smile when you're done
Take a deep breath till next time, don't get all snotty...

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The middle-aged man's hands shuffle,
clutching the ordinary briefcase.
Every few moments he takes a hand
and wipes the perspiration on his pants,
revealing a sweaty dew on the briefcase's handle.

We're both on a bus,
but obviously headed in different directions.
This businessman's nervousness
may be economically driven,
his mind a miniature Wall...

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if one's...
math am...'attic-calls'

then their brain senses that the...
math am...'attack-calls'

from some potential that the...
math am a...'take-all'

so their arithmetic conceives that the..
math am a...tickle

of their hot sweaty feet and now their...
math am a...tackle

with bed sheets since the cooler air be as...
maths a...mat-takes-all


stan sand

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My hands are almost always wet from my sweat
And I always find it so gross, but it won’t stop
Sometimes my hands won’t sweat because I forget
Then I realize my hands are dry, now it’s a flop
I wish that my hands could always be drier
But they...

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Do you ever wish you'd never been born?
Never again?
Do I play a role in your misery?
Or, did our paths cross to confirm inevitable suffering?
I'm weak and addicted. 
Mayonnaise brain.
Unfiltered rants that indulge self hate.
Pushing the limits. 
I don't want to be what I created. 
Seem...

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