Short Steams Poems
Short Steams Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Steams by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Steams by length and keyword.
our moaning quickens
the glass on the shower door. . . .
steams up
For SandyIvy's Natural/Nature Sexy Haiku Poetry Contest
The heat wave is scorching hot
It steams like a heating pot
My hair was real wet
I looked like a pet
Whose hair was one giant knot
Willow tree leaning, hunched
Weeping leaves into steams skipping
Over stones and decaying twigs.
Ships that pass unseeing
In the shade.
Global warming steams at full speed -
Bikini line seems to recede,
The trendy touch speaks
Volumes of bare cheeks -
The climate gets hotter indeed!
Island of Light...
Night's ocean swirls.
Faces, masks of quiet.
Coffee steams, secrets.
Phantom signs, a beacon.
For what?
Emptiness echoes.
Perched...
Waiting.
water steams past candlelight
a naked woman in a small room
full with hot, fragrant wetness
enveloping her body
releasing the tension of living
becoming just herself
Raw moon
Lips swoon
Rooms locked
Shirts dropped
Flesh beams
Love steams
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Kids cry
Hots...bye!
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Make Me Laugh Contest
For Heather Ober
3 July 2013
Ember
Each heart has a spark
Making love fires ablaze
Burning, eagerly
Enduring this lusty craze
Romance steams, a loving haze
Wordy healings
Your words heal me
Hot steams and cold chillings
Wordy healings
Ribs upset...Temp climbing ills
They hand healths to the brim
Wordy healings
Your words heal me.
SEPTEMBER WHISPERS
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warmth retreats
rain taps the dry leaves
muddy boots
crisp air bites
school bus yellow bleeds through fog
cold coffee steams cold
blinding summertime
a great, loathsome spider sweats
enjoying the heat
while spinning his web
using his mouth and eight legs
summer spider steams
8/4/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Stillness.
Heavy and dank,
The tepid air steams
From the ground, confused and distorted.
Warming.
Silent.
The spectrum muted.
Sallow wind haunts, and
Cobalt tones eclipse memories of white.
Chilling.
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Boots crunch on gravel,
frost-kissed mesquite by the creek~
hot cider steams up.
Lone Star lights the oilfield towns;
Santa wears a bolo tie.
He knows when he sees her
He sees what he has found
She is what always kept
His train forever bound
Of films rolling in his mind
She is the only one to play
Non-stop, his love steams on
Destination leading the way
Scotland in Pawn's Dreams
A visit to Scotland in Pawn’s dreams
Means grinding and riding little steams
Bout clouds know how to mark
Send battered skin as stark
And then kitty cat walks in sunbeams
5/5/2014
How anger steams the desert sand;
Dead bodies sprawled about the land,
Beaks tear while cacti grimly stand.
Among the dead he is alive;
Devouring one-two-three-four-five,
Another fall - ten more arrive
October 2, 2014
Nutty smells of processed beans
To bedchamber from cuisine
Awaken the sluggish veins
Enjoying the robust steams
With dawn's blush of healing beams
Start not your fresh day with loath
Relish the sips with its froth
Place: 1st
sale a baked cookie.children,nookie nookie is good for you.boo,im a witch,and a
stitch in time saves fine,ask me a question.bet i keep you guessing.call wesson
oil,see if the pot boils or steams.hes being mean.thats the thing.ring,its the F.B.I.
hot teen
he's keen
fog's in
no sin
parked car
see stars
soft tunes
he croons
french kiss
hot miss
neck marks
so dark
his lips
lush grips
glass steams
my dream
September 27, 2020
9:30am PST
The subway steams in August heat.
At 3 A.M. a lover’s tryst.
Alone at last two in one seat.
The subway steams in August heat.
Their limbs entwine and hips entreat.
He strokes her hair and steals a kiss.
The subway steams in August heat.
At 3 A.M. a lover’s tryst.
Cold air at the door
Blanket of white snow
Forlorn the trees sag
Drooping branches bare
Crystals of frost creep
Yet it is warm
The fire burns hot
The blanket tight
The coffee steams
Harsh blizzard
Howling wind
All so cold
Yet warm
Cosy
Happy
Calm
Standing by your heart beats;
Pumping flowing ever so heart beats;
Rivers of blood living steams flowing;
Through my veins, within my mind as
well as my heart of hearts my life ebb flows
10/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
down pour of white beads
earth enveloped in snow pouch
hot espresso steams
Fall or Winter Holiday Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date: 18-11-2021
PLACE : 2nd
Pavement Turd
Brown turd in the sun. Just like the bloody song. Brown turd by the wall. The dog's done a big crap over there. Ready for the unwary. Look at the brown dog turd. It steams in the sun. Freshly laid. Almost a work of art. Don't step in it. You'll really smell bad!
Warm water
Swallow me whole
Up to my neck
Slide over my lips
And puddle into my ears
Close my eyes
The water climbs up to my brow
Pull the plug
The heat recedes
Watch the bubbles sucked down
The drain hole
The water streams
My body steams
I'm still not clean