Short Sweat Poems
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is easier advice to give
when it's not humid outside
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not so much if it's hot 'cause hey
hot is hot
go figure
its like rain not pain
but of romance
that make me dance
lust that make me cuess
i look you at my desk
it make me
SWEAT
Fiendish
humid dreams,
sticky and uncomfortable.
Instant cold sweat awakens
soul.
you turn me on
it on the phone
when am home alone
thinking of you
your one of a few
you can bet
i get wet
ITS SEX
YOU MAKE ME SWEAT
its hot you';;
get your face is wet
its a work out
no doudt
to be in shape
you have a date
as boby smoke like jet
that
SWEAT
the warmest season
in the northern hemisphere
summer- hot as hell
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6/29/27
no matter if you touch
you won't it so much
yous faces like rain
its need pain
you must confess
its make you wet
SEX MAKES YOU SWEAT
A triangle top
A square foundation
A picketed white fence guarded
by
two spotted dalmatians sitting on the
shaggiest rug that reads
"Home Sweat Home"
They toil and sweat
for someones pleasure.
We're all to blame
in equal measure.
The Sweat Shop Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
a balmy evening
sweating out rivers of heat ~
sun glares in silence
too hot to handle
sounds of summer pierce the sky ~
cicada chorus
Sweat ruled as I tried to draw near,
When I got an eyeful of you.
Each moment then, passed by in fear.
Although if too shy, then I would rue,
The gift life blessed me to pursue!
a crucial detail
the key to the case
slipped the attorney’s mind
how could this happen
to him now
all by himself
on the precipice
of triumph
Labour* sweat drops
Pursuing life dreams
Does God approve our toils?
*Psalm 127:1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it...
March 29, 2019
when i think
my eyes blink
its in the back of my mind
tho am corlor blind
that was a bas and sad time
that i will never forget
now so many lives or set
i still do too
AND
BREAKING OUT IN A
SWEAT
The sweat of sweet effort
And not quitting nor running
Because no road is short
To the goal of winning
Giving up is not a option
And success through work
To reach your dreams there can be no caution
Form:
Bike ride,
air through my hair,
sunshine dousing my skin.
Dirt and splashed mud cover wheels.
Sweat drips
heat rises, thigh to palm to cheek.
Music comes from nature,
leaf and rock crunch
below tire.
you left me
it very hot i sweat a lot
its hard to see
whats comming down
my face hard to trace
water all around
you i still love myi life full of fears
my faces is full of
pain eyes that rain
hurt
LOVE SWEAT
AND TEARS
house houses many a people, but home is what makes it homely,
be it a chawl, a hut-ment or be it a large building,
love is what one requires to have,
luxury is the bond that a family has
whose riches are not seen yet cherished
Down a boy’s sad face
a bead of perspiration
drops onto some cloth
Someone now wears a cheap shirt
made from the sweat of his brow.
Written Feb. 17, 2022
For the Sweat Shop poetry contest
of Kai Michael Neumann
Sweat
bubbles
on my skin
thinking of you;
My breathing quickens,
you’re controlling my pulse;
If you just scratch me and bite,
leave your filthiest mark on me?
I’ll follow you and do what you ask;
There is not a thing I would rather do.
like beads of sweat fall down my face
while working in the heat
our thoughts, it seems, are out of place
when they are incomplete
to shatter on the solid ground
and never to return
no wonder when no thoughts are found
our lives bein to burn
A sexy lady in town opened her new Sweat Shop
With all kinds of towels, soaps and deodo-props
All sporty men went inside to purchase
With sweating armpits, rushed in race
Fainting in odor was her first business’ mishap.
Feb. 12, 2022 11.07pm
Sweat is the other garment
You wear in the desert
When the only water is in the cactus
And all but the flies are inert
But a cool layer of sweat
Is a hiker’s proof of reward
For taking a thin trail
And in curiosity, moving forward.
I start to sweat
And a tickle in my throat
Causes me to convulse
I hold it in, hoping
To avoid the attack
But I fail fully
And I cough,
My heart landing on the table
Before my eager eyes
It prolongs its pulse,
Hopping off the counter,
Into your hands
Form:
Seaming in a sewing room, earning his copper coins in twos. With patterns, tools, & spools, fast pace so hard to do. Rusty fans that are always frozen, feed dog staying broken with a boss who's constantly smoking fine Cuban cigars. Just another day at Sweat Shop Bazaar.