Sweating Poems - Poems about Sweating

Tears behind the cocktails, Rowing down to calmness Oasis was found, Pure life's gratitude I found after my mistake. Confident I feel while I'm breathing loneliness. Awake with open eyes Lonely in a tropical island. Isolated in the middle of the world, I wonder. I wander. Sun shines above me with compassion, but I'm struggling. Lucky that I saw a boat I could call its...

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Seeping and crawling came my fear. I couldn’t see it very clear. Tension mounting as it came near, Transforming it into a tear. Anxiously waiting, couldn’t hear, My eyes were staring with a leer. Then I felt it, it seemed so clear. Arriving quickly, it was here. Shimmering, I felt it unfold. Negative thoughts had taken hold. Anguish entered into the fold. I’ll get the light;...

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The short order cook is getting delirious at five in the morning Beads of sweat showing under his funny hat As he stares blankly at the eight new orders on the wheel, And wonders when the drunks Will all have enough and go home. I’m one of the drunks From a short order night The band was hot And the girls were swingin But...

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sweating snow, travel a go? heavenly flakes fluttering, stimulating, drawing attention to themselves cockapoo doesn’t sweat his tail, sweep sweep,sweep his black coal nose nuzzles the glorious landscape slowly inches, back to hearth and home idly i stare, through off-white curtains - they seemed white yesterday; today a go? impact: will we head home… Nov 2022...

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(My late father was a construction worker.Remember him on Father's Day.) The construction workers with Sweating foreheads Dry throats Burning skins Blinding eyes Struggle to build An air-conditioned roof Under the sun For you and especially for you While themselves Working at a place Without a fan or an air conditioner But under a burning sun Hanging from a roof called the sky...

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?Sweltering on the leather front seat, With sweat coming down my tanned legs. Feeling like being cooked, as helpless,sunnyside up,eggs! Those silver shades on the front window, don’t do me any good. As I sit here, soaking, in my California neighborhood! Rather be in the house with a cool glass of pink, fresh lemonade. Oh, I forgot to mention, total absence from any refreshing...

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overcast the day humid… like per sauna fied all bodies sweating...

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sweating shame feeling disconnected from you such a shame i am in shambles because of my life's shambles, which was in shambles when shambles was just a question in my mind sweating shame feeling disrespected by you such a pain i am in denial because of my ego's denial, which was in denial when denial was just a happening in other peoples' lives sweating shame feeling so rejected like you so insane in am in a trance because of my...

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I was nervous before I first posted Apprehensive what people would think Would my poems be lauded or roasted Hit submit and then grab a stiff drink. My words on the screen looked so helpless I had exposed them for others to see And there I sat nervous and clueless And concerned to a certain degree What once lived in solitude...

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Anxious and sweating Running away from the crash She feared for her life...

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as I am here this warm evening pressing the microphone button on my smart phone John Quincy Adams sits beside me at his congressional desk while Thomas Edison is sitting nearby at a bench in Menlo Park and Archimedes is lounging down the hall in his bath none of them are visibly perturbed, nor exhibit obvious genius as...

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the music is sweating in the room strings and reeds bump and grind slow-dragging dancers entwine oh the fruit is ripe upon the vine and the wine of love and laughter a mingled vintage- joy and tears now are drunk down to the dregs then another round is poured urgency prowls the crowd's periphery everybody waiting for... nobody knows but we'll pitch a fit when...

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He spun the wheel, no big deal there; no real money. In a short while. that big smile of poor Lyle vanished. He pursed his lips, Gripped his chips and Took nips of gin....

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Homework, friends, no time to spend, watching TV or being lazy. Assigned to work, no choses for you, but TOUGH cookies all the pressures on you know who! Tests, quizes, and exams, the teachers say 'SHAZAM!' Think they know how hard it can be, on one who is always busy?! NO! 5 pages of notes to copy down 'it'll take two minutes,...

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My eyes watch the trees grow as the sun sheds sweat. The yellow beads of sweat taste sweet on my open mouth. I am lost in all the sweetness around me. The sun is sweating so much, it looks like rain. Perspiration watering the trees So I can watch them grow next spring....

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