Heat Up Poems - Poems about Heat Up

IN THE HEAT OF DAY A peaceful warm day. Scents of flowers fill the air; So do summer flies! ...

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noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow— cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold. a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled. children shriek!—a liquid burst of now, popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green— cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down— bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!— the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the...

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Sun is seen a flaming ball in the sky, Darting down pointed spears of smarting beams. Horrid heat waves, from the smoked earth, rise high. For drops of water, the thirsty earth screams. The waterlogged piece of land has gone dry. The soil is arid and left cracked and parched. Drying crops have made farmers sadly sigh. The once lush green...

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Beat the heat, beat the heat You’re on the hotseat Beat the heat, you’re on the hotseat Drink lots of water, drink lots of water You really had...

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The neighborhood has gone to bed A lonely yellow light peeks out a window A wary city coyote gives a curious glance Racoons pick the combination lock on the trash can lid A feral Tom serenades its purring lover Street lights offer a dubious trust As a cradle moon rocks the stars to sleep A wind chime succumbs to the humidity ...

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Charles and my predawn jog was a sweat-athon and as the sun rose, a heat-dome brightness tattooed crisp shadows in every corner. Any lingering coolness was burned off - evaporated. It was 94°f, 3 hours later, when I walked to campus - why don’t we use parasols anymore? Drag on, radiant afternoon heat, please. That was...

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When he to touched her hand He said: «Well there’s heat on your skin!» «I can feel it!» «If I had my dick inside you? Right now! …Would it? Would there still be heat? Like this?» Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face;...

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Where the heat meets the flame I don't care for love... don't care for much, You've taken away everything... with your filthy touch I don't feel your pain... though blood pours like rain I'll meet you there... where the heat meets the flame These chains hold me down... Bind me in place This evil haunts me in my dreams, with his stone cold face Don't ever let...

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Visiting Milwaukee And the sun is blazing hot. Our tolerance, as we get old, Is something we ain’t got. So yesterday, the river walk Enticed us and we went, The temperature’s effects not really All that evident… Until, with nighttime tickets To a huge James Taylor show, The heat affected us so much, We almost didn’t go. We made it, though we didn’t stay Until...

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It’s ninety one but feels like more, Like I opened up the Devil’s front door. He said “Come on in!” with a fire breath grin Now I’m sweatin' places I ain’t ever been. The sidewalk’s cookin’ eggs on the sly, Birds stopped chirpin', too hot to fly. Even my dog gave me that judgmental look, Like, “Take me out again and you’re...

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light fireworks freedom’s Fourth festivity heat ...

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Sun burns Skin turns Red raw And sore Next curse Much worse Shaking Sweating Twitching Itching Scratching Whinging Dying Crying Peeling Spreading Heat stroke No joke Best thing Having Sun cream Regime Fake tan Safe plan Self cook Bad look. ...

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Summer smashes into Spring with violent heat that leaves the air in a hazy daze.  All of the tender, green rain-draped brilliance of young foliage giving way to the drab, sunbaked drowsy green that swelters and gasps for rain all through Earth's yearly simmering.  Boiling and drying in invisible and malicious rays, all green tends to...

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It was the first time I heard the dove’s low call— three minor notes stretched thin across a motionless prairie on a shimmering hot afternoon, the kind where even shadows try not to move. I felt like I should be in mourning too— but for what, I didn’t know or had forgotten. Black Cats and Roman candles found no customers that day, just heat, and a solitary...

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I wait for hazy clouds to soften noon— The world dims as shadows drag out hues. Burnt cement stops sizzling, sparrows quiet their off-beat chatter, my sore eyes shut in relief— a final note, the muted outro— Until the clouds scatter. The familiar heat shatters breezes into embers filtered through a stinging azure. So I sit back and wait. In...

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