Hot as hell and bloated to burst,
I’m filled with this desire to tame.
You’re wild but I have such a thirst
as your shape fills my doorframe.
Overstimulated and underdressed?
Proceed to the pernicious playroom.
I knew before your whisper confessed
that such intensity was not a costume.
Sweet is more than it seems my dear,
a dash of mouthwatering strawberries.
Mix in the heat of a Carolina Reaper,
I tend to become loud, my voice carries.
Have I raised a bit of interest yet,
do you possess a gambler’s mind?
Are you willing to place a small bet,
put on a scarf and enter my room blind?
sunlight whispers
hope for the dark sky
hot as hell
for my black umbrella
but still lightens my path
BROKEN
My heart in pain for broken it is:
The keeper of my heart left it's gate and eloped with it's key
The pain in my heart not so plain
It drained my sobs and tears
Couldn't scream
Couldn't shout
Couldn't Smile
Couldn't cry
Faking smiles physically
Producing gallons of tears Emotionally
My heart like a broken bottle
Can't be fixed
Can it?
My heart as hot as hell
Burning with pain
But still my smile remains....
Hell hath no fury, when all Hell breaks loose,
Yet come Hell or high water, I’ll press on regardless,
For the sheer Hell of it, though I'm as hot as Hell.
I'm Hell bent, I'll fight like Hell, with all Hell to pay,
Having a Hell of a time, raising all Hell on earth,
On the road to Hell and back again, until I get the Hell outta here,
Then, Hell will freeze over, and Hell's bells will ring and chime,
Leaving me stranded, between the devil, and the deep blue sea.
even though
the people
all the way down here
still
asking for ice water
to drink
and
to cool down
the
blood in their veins
man
it is
hot as hell
down here
just
because
the
devil is a liar
Who are those Hands arousing me at night
What mysterious lover is just out of sight
Am I being possessed, it’s taking its toll
I’m yearning for more with no self-control
The kissing, the touch, It’s all so real
Half asleep, half awake, ecstasy I feel
Perhaps it’s a dream, I can not tell
But temperatures rising, I’m hot as hell
I’m tingling all over, I beg for more
I feel those hands gliding, they readily explore
My breath is heavy, as I let out a sigh
My soul is flying, ever so high
What Magic being, possesses me so
Will they be back, I want to know.
A subtle thing
No horns or drums
It’s hot as hell
When September comes
There’s nothing to see
No colorful foliage
But the kids down the street
Are heading for college
It’s the month of my birth
And I’ll tell you right now
I’ll be counting the days
And fan my fiery brow
There’s excitement in the air
Why don’t they feel it?
Am I all alone?
I can’t bear to conceal it
So I’ll wear a new smile
And I’ll hum a gay tune
If all else fails
I might sleep until noon
Just don’t steal my thunder
Don’t tell me I’m daft
For loving September
Now that August has past
Halloween
Dark and orange everywhere
Cackling witches that love to scare
Bring your friends from far and near
It’s the scariest spookiest season of the year!
Ghost, ghouls and goblins galore
Jack-O-Lanterns at your door
Werewolves howling through the night
Frightening the little ones out of sight
The Weird Sisters have cast their spell
Dancing around their cauldron, hot as hell
They're upto no good, they seek blood and death
Are they the ones who killed Macbeth?
The Harvest moon glows eerily tonight
Tombstones unearthed beneath the moonlight
Trick or treaters, beware of where you've been
On this freaky, frightening night of Halloween!
Morning Coffee Tanka
My morning coffee
Must be hot as hell itself
Yet heavenly sweet
I sip it ambrosia
Transporting me away
I want you in every manner
Hot as hell and yet celestial
I need you every hour
As mundane and extraterrestrial
I want you as monks want to pray
And to reverence sacred things
I need you still as a prey
And as predators devour things
You'll have me as the cloud
Gentle, calm, slow and still
I need you not too loud
But you need not be quiet still
You'll have me as demons sent
To possess anything
You'll have me as a saint
That worships a holy being
I'll come to you as a tourist
Exploring all; ancient and modern
You'll have me as a florist
Who loves to tender his lovely garden
I see you as a beast
'Cause you devoured every bit of me
Yet I see you as my feast
For the satisfaction you give to me
© Kanu Ekpezu
You can boast of California,
And Hilton Head as well,
California’s gotten rotten
Florida’s hot as Hell.
So let me struggle with the snow,
And bundle ‘gainst the cold
I’ll live up here in Yankee land
Until I’m too damned old.
Shoveling’s not much fun, but
Winter’s cold and snappy.
Watch sledding kids upon a hill.
Defines the meaning: ’happy’.
Then later, when I’m feeble
And stumble as I go
I’ll think about resigning
But my spirit tells me No!
One thing our winters surely do,
Without a lot of noise,
It helps the world to separate
The real men from the boys.
There’s a fire at my door
Its hot as hell as can be
And all around me
I see ghosts, demons and witches.
I fear
They are coming to get me
And take me to party with them on the other side
I find myself trembling
with fear
And my body
Is shaking uncontrollably
I reach
For some beer
And take a swig
Soon enough
My body relaxes
And like an out of body experience
I am dancing with the ghosts, demons and witches
Like there is no tomorrow
I’m having the time of my life
And hoping the night
Will never end
There’s a fire at my door
And all I want to do is hold on to this fire
Forever and ever
Leather boots
tight black suits
skin hot as hell
Bone white skulls stare
At its heart
cutting sweet
burns in between
Deep in a place
for the pain
The sweet suffering
feeling insane
thoughts rain
leather boots
Jackknife
marching black suits
keepin time
skin burning knots
turning cutting away
the flesh leather boots...
tight black suits
Skulls Grin
skin hot as hell
At its heart
Cutting sweet
burns in between
Deep place
for the pain insidious
The sweet suffering
the warmest season
in the northern hemisphere
summer- hot as hell
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She saunters in unbidden
Burning hot as hell fire
Her water as pure as the driven snow
Her scent like a warm summer breeze
Men love her with a passion
Women loath her with a vengeance
Children whisper about her in dark corners
For she is deemed forbidden fruit
She is the shamed woman
A crown she wears unapologetically
Dare you not utter her name they say
Lest you fall prey to her charms
Slowly she rises to her feet
As she smiles to herself
Not in anger, but in endearment
Because only she knows
These people that shame her
She bore life to their multitudes
They are her children -
And she, their mother
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