Crank Up Poems | Examples

STEAMY SUMMER

Sweat-drenched heat victims crank up the AC’s.
Temperate weather has bid us adieu.
Energy is sapped; for some, optimism grows dim.
Alleviation follows the occasional rainstorm.
Many rely on swimming pools for brief respite.
Yesterday was hot; today will be a record-breaker.

Body Map

Sleepless, the body becomes 
a mind map strung out on a bed,
color coded in degrees of pain.
Each movement sends an update,
a glowing patch of deepening red
or a lava line of heat solidifying 
into a poker branding plunge
with a white hot X.

Staying still is only a temporary
reprieve, a lull for nerves to reset
and crank up for the next assault. 
Inhabited space pressurizes 
to send throbs pounding
on the walls of each weary cell
accompanied by waves
of relentless ache.

Thoughts clamber upwards
looking for a way out
but fall back into a dark
gravity, consumed by
that agonizingly slow countdown 
when the next dose of oblivion
can be dribbled out of a pill
which, with any luck, 
should get you through 
until morning creeps across
your bed 
with another installment.

Music

Crank up the volume
To melodramatic tunes
Life's playful music.

1935 Ford

Life is crazy so make sure the getaway car is always ready

So, we can hop in and leave the single life behind 

Crank up the tunes riding so smooth it feels like we’re riding on clouds

Let’s stop at Whataburger for a little snack and photoshoot

Still dressed in our wedding attire

The white, burgundy, and rose gold goes well with the white wash tires

1821 are our numbers but the year is 1935 on the cream old school ford 

Suicide doors but I knew a long time before today I would die for you

Let’s see the world tonight I’ll be the chauffeur 

Cruising to all our favorite spots anything for my queen

Tire tracks painting our love scene 

p.s. I wish everything was as smooth as our ride in the Ford from 1935…

Tale of An Eager New Groom

The new groom
  Loved his bride so
One day she took ill
  He took her in tow

I'll clean and I'll cook
  Set you up with a book
In a day, maybe two
  You'll be as good as new

To eat, what's your request
  I'm at your behest
Tell me your heart's desire
  And I'll crank up the fire

Hard-boiled eggs, she smiled
  So he dropped two in a pot
Turned on the stove
  But they didn't get hot

He waited and waited
  The morning grew old
But those two raw white eggs
  Stayed cool, if not cold

The gallant groom paced
  Even stamping his foot
Yet all he got for his efforts
  Was some dust and some soot

Up from her sickbed
  The bride took her groom's place
Lit a match to the gaslight ~
  Put egg on his face

Don'T Tell Me What To Do -Angie's Rap Song-

1st Verse-

Why can't I do things the way I wish
and you do the same
this cigarette ration is making my stomach squish
I'm not just some dame

We both used to smoke back when
but you quit
you never got headaches then
this I do spit

Chorus-

I don't tell you what to do
don't tell me what to do
we both should wear the pants
seize the ants

2nd Verse-

When you're driving me places
I fear for my life
when you pull into parking spaces
I'm beneath the knife

I don't complain
why would you put me through this prop
this is pain
you need to stop

Chorus-

I don't tell you what to do
don't tell me what to do
we both should wear the pants
seize the ants

3rd Verse-

You rot out my brain with the TV set
I sit quietly while you watch I'm sweet
we used to crank up the music instead
Corona Virus would've been obsolete

I wouldn't have even known there was one
because we never watched the news
unless somebody told me son
now I feel the bruise

Chorus-

I don't tell you what to do
don't tell me what to do
we both should wear the pants
seize the ants

The Creek

Like a mist on an either lake
I haunt you through the day
You twist from a dreary ache
As I taunt you from the shade

Anxious in your chest
A whisper in the distance
I crank up your unrest
As I linger in your existence 

I’m the chill that’s in your bones
When you sit at home at night
That uneasy feeling your not alone
As I watch whilst out of sight 

I lie in wait for you to sleep 
Til’ when your least aware
Then it’s time for me to creep
As I creek upon each stair

My shadow drifts across the wall
A silhouette that claws the air 
Distorted as it hits the hall
A freak that lifts your hair

Unconscious you don’t know this
What leaking through your door
I push it open, you won’t notice
As I sneak my way towards

I leer at your bedside
You shiver as it turns cold
Fear runs through your mind
Like an icy river through your soul

I scratch the dreams from your head
To revel in your nightmare
I latch onto the streams of all your dread
As I bathe in them whilst I stare

I stay until the light breaks
But in the shadows I do remain 
I wait in lay for night to take
When I can Creek my way to you again.

Soul Rhythm Rock N Roll

Give me a song to sing,
Give me the words to write.
Give me the path to walk,
Point me in a direction that's right.

Play me the sound to dance,
Let me feel the bass under my feet,
Let the music take control,
Let the rhythm feel the beat.

I got you forever,
The rhythm to my song.
The music is my life,
Play it loud and sing along!

Crank up the sound,
Feel your body flow.
Lose yourself in the moment,
Let yourself go.

Give me the air to breathe,
Give me the voice to sing my song.
Give me the people to hear my words,
Together we all sing along.

Let's dance this storm together,
Punching our fists into the air.
Let the music take control,
It's for everyone to share.

Shake it out on the dance floor,
Feel the vibes in your soul.
Now scream it loud and clear,
I live for rock n roll !!!

Rumor Mill

Crank up the innuendo spindle machine,
I predict an uptick 
in textile conjectural manufacturing
Tabloid logs of disparaging hardcore data
come rolling on a gossip conveyor belt 
Lies and self-promotion gets shaped
into a loose fitting, fabricated article
Woven for profit,
using speculative material 
cheap as they come
The rumor mill is on a rickety hum
Paparazzi garment products
getting poorly reported news labels stitched on
Unreliable eyewitnesses
are making that old lying metal beast 
groan as it run
Forcing half of the naked victims to get
dressed up in lawyer fancy worded injunctions
And the other nude half
racing to get their full metal jacket guns
Seems the off switch never gets turned,
as the rumor mill continues to churn
Cranking out dubious scandal grade clothing ...
Reputation buyer beware 
of public paucity for consumer scarce loathing

Crank Up the Volume

When all else fails in this world
And it seems like it won't get better
Just find a place for you to be
Switch off the world for a while

Crank up the volume so you hear
Every song you love and sing out
For that is the reason alone you need
To get back your life and from it you feed.

© Paul Warren Poetry

I Wanna Take You

I think I'll take off my top
and crank up the stereo
you won't wanna stop
the spirit driving me to go
      all wild and crazy
      on life's winding road
      baby, don't be lazy
      get out of sleep mode
light fingers through hair
gentle caressing of skin
shedding worry and care
with no fear of sin
      I wanna take you for a ride
      let's fly down the fast lane
      quit trying to hide
      I'm only slightly insane
why are you just standing there?
get your ass in the car
wipe off that silly stare
my parent's house isn't that far!

I Can'T Hear You

I love Rock 'N' Roll
you say I worship satan
I say it soothes my soul
and you are quite mistaken
    I love the color purple
    you say, "but you're not royalty"
    I say I'm just a girl
    and your opinion makes no difference to me
I love being a housewife
you say I'm shaming all women
I say this is my life
you have no right to butt in
    there's just no pleasing you
    you'll oppose me either way
    so this is what I'll do
    each and every day
I'm gonna crank up Guns 'N' Roses
put on my favorite purple shirt
go wipe your snotty noses
I won't listen to you sling dirt
    so now I say peace out!
    I'm gonna go cook
    my man his dinner
    and be happy without a doubt!

Turn It Up

When my bipolar gets me down,
I do not take a med.
Crank up a disc of Johann Strauss;	
that gets inside my head.

I have been known to dance and hum
and waltz around the room.
That gay and happy music helps
me push away the gloom.

Crank Up the Music

I'm going to get up and dance to chase away these blues.
I will crank up the music, then kick off my shoes!
A little jazz for the soul will be just the thing,
It never fails to give me back my swing!

To Up, Over-Wind

Tonight I die, the frozen find,
Drowning is certain
I up, over-wind
Dripping and dropped, like a melting caress
Vast legends of water,
Mental duress. 
Tonight I die, and fall beyond,
Tonight I find the frozen pond
Tonight I shake off tears and lust,
Tonight I do the only thing I must.
The tides of sins,
I stretch in time,
And crank and crank up,
And pop...over-wind.
The savage water,
Collapsing the mind, 
And dousing the spirit, 
To up, over-wind.

https://www.reverbnation.com/northareatribe/song/32202624-upoverwind

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