Best Sweltered Poems

Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
on those evergreen trees. 

Nature frowns in Autumn
gets all bored, pale and blue in the fall
Almost seems to sigh drily, wryly
Looks dull and drab
except for the windy breeze. 

And...

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High upon the highest heights
I see the most tremulous sight
A small girl, fair and tranquil
Smiling strangely, sitting still
Beneath a sobbing willow tree
She recites a verse upon her knee
She sings a rhythmic hymn
Not of death, nothing grim
But prays that life will return
Even for those who are...

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She danced with grace, as a swan
He was inflamed, a roaring dragon
She swayed, a willow upon the lawn
He sipped warm wine from his flagon

With parted lips and feline eyes
She drew the breath from him 
Her motions slowed, he started to rise
when he saw tanned legs,...

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My path beyond the shores of time
from life to there are maritime ripples.
Harrowing blades of rain
hammered from storm-clouds shatter puddles
of glass to rolling streams of echoes,
Misery’s trail towards cleansing waters:

A bloody throat gasping for water 
is my alarm clock each day, it hurts all the...

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Restless memories, faded yesterdays --

On my darkened wall a light appears,
grows bright, passes into darkness.
Outside:  the sound of ill-tuned engines.
A street lamp shines through my window --
the curtains really should be drawn.

In a hot July we sweltered
under the weight of words,
polysyllabic, pretentious -- 
a...

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Summer solstice 






As Sun appeared to stand still in the sky
hence a Latin term solstice arised,
Summer sweltered till to fierce heat's wilt, 
came closer to sun, earth with elliptic tilt,
Be it reason to season's conquest,
Summer solstice brought renewal and good harvest,
Fascination marked by the Stonehenge,
and...

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Vacances en France

Seven hundred miles we travelled,
Across both land and sea.
Because our friends had told us,
France was lovely as could be.

Two caravans we towed there,
To a villa called ‘la Ronce’,
They’d been there, so many times,
But us, well just this once.

We arrived a little weary,
They’d a...

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Sitting on this gray wooden bench beside my late mother
Her light yellow blouse shiffling in the Atlantic air
She is exicited, anxious, happy and swells with a sense of achievement
For she had done it. She had found her relatives found her long lost Duke and hope.

We...

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My husband had purchased fresh flowers
They sweltered in his car for eight hours
Twelve roses of red
Were nearly all dead
His Valentine’s Day gaffe truly sours
...

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The man planted and watered the garden,
like he did always in his weathered dungarees, as he told the girl
no,
     no to a day down the shore...
The phlox and peonies thirsted for his touch, screaming for the tilt of the watering can.
...

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May 8th 2009

take a moment
—to look at me
just one final moment
what do you see?

when you look into my pain-filled eyes
is there darkness?
a sliver of light?
excruciating affliction crashes over me,
do you not see?
is there nothing?
only a blank, impassive face
no significance, no sign
of guilt that smolders inside...

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*Image of Seasons Of The Year by Pixabay.

Seasonals
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Time of heaven's anointing fertile grounds,
     fertile nature, and beast surrounds,
Hail, 'tis springtime here a blossoming,
     buds are blooming everywhere,
Hark the juveniles from the towns,
     frolicking...

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The curve of her smile challenged his heart
Eyes etched unspoken desires into his soul
Brunette hair romanced breeze and kissed the sun
Gentle stride caused the ground to humble her crust
Seduction blossomed into amour affaire de la nuit romantique

Luscious lips that sipped the nectar of his love
Warmth...

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Sleeping Demon  
 
 I wake before dawn in twisted sweltered sheets, 
Fearing this isn’t yesterday in repeat.

I can feel the breath of the sleeping Beast over me,
 It will wake ravished with hunger, expecting its daily feast
 Of soulless words, selfish thoughts and...

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Sweater and knee socks in May
As around her
All present sweltered

damp browed assuring
She felt just fine 
In things unseasonably sheltered

A boundary crossed
The sweater removed
Insult to injury by force

Seeing the reason
And humiliation
Immediately showing remorse

Gently escorted away from 
The eyes
that looked on ,and on,it seemed

After the big unveiling
the...

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