Sweats Poems - Poems about Sweats

Night Sweats

Lay there sinking, thinking
under the surface of sodden anxieties.

Recall you darkly
the flickering hours, the tinctured years,
as sweat-stained sheets leech.

This room may be your last gasp,
but you can’t tell,
time distorts death as it does life.

Come morning, the body
(if it is still fitfully aware),
may be rinsed by an untried light,

an embalmed mind unwrapped
as muggy dreams are moped

Frozen side of the sun

The sun having a frozen side~
  a wish like a snowball in hell,
or netting the wind while oceans b o i l
  in  f i r e. 
The rage of its heat needs curtailing.

  I'm melting...
like chocolates and candles~
  roasting like chicken in an oven.
How then
  do I hide

Shakespeare Sweats a Poetry Contest

                  



         Shakespeare Sweats a Contest


Sweating Bard, thou dost pen in hot, mid-day roast!
“That new poetry contest’s golden trophy I must win.”
Old Sol, cooking Shakespeare into a warm, golden toast.
To

Trees Shed Leaves

Trees shed leaves
A mother sheds her tears and sweats
Trees lose their glories
A mother loses her youth
Trees offer a dappled shade
A mother offers protection and love
Trees leave  baldness and rings in their trunks
A mother leaves an everlasting memory and a precious love 
In her children's heart

Night Sweats

Night Sweats

Startled at night, I awake,
frozen, motionless, immobilized,
eyes straining into the black void,
phantoms darting about me,
springing from every direction,
heart racing, rapidly breathing,

fantasy and fear running amok




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Misty Sweats of Last Night Dreams

I had an heart ache yesterday......... 
So closed my lamp
& call off the day. 

I dreamt.....i sweat
Saw you in light........
While I was in dark & wet. 

Saw the moon....
Which we share everyday 
Fiddling with river of my emotions 
Which floods our souls evryday. 

We had those apples of memories 
& spitted seeds to grow stories.

Sun Sweats

Sun is sweat,

Sunflowers no scent, 

Still lovers, 

Sun flowers!

Sweats and Sweets

Sweats and Sweets





Skinny sleek working in hot sun and extreme cold,
Earns his blood while making both ends meet,
Determination sweats as salty drops of pure gold,
Sound sleep of content at night does greet,
Hard work embraces the success so sweet !




English quintain
Written June 19th, 2015
For contest by Olive
Theme- success

Sweats and Sweets

In one graceful motion, I lift my love on high
with all my strength, suffering and sweat
until hills fall in shadow. Until my words die
upon sweetened breath, I shall never forget -
I am fated to long for our lover's duet.

How can I break away, retreat from this -
a taste of forbidden love for my soul to

Sweats and Sweets

~The Fruit of labour~

A frail body rests upon the bed; silver grey hair spread
on soft pillows; the fan turns lazily as her mind
travels slowly through memory’s winding paths. 

Under the blue sky she toils in sundrenched fields,
bent and aching, brow dripping, eyes stinging.
She wipes her face, stopping to rest, then back to work.

Sitting on the

Sweats and Sweets

A  flamed anguish gathers in a bleak cellar
 of gray nights pounding on my veins,
steaming through  a roughened flesh;
that in my days I have lost passion’s luster
and solitude is the only elixir I rub for now.
Yet in reflection, the breaths find out how
this darkness  can shed a glow upon excretion
of angst: 

Sweats and Sweets

I look a sight!  And covering my skin
are old loose sweatpants I don’t ever wear
outside the house.  That means I’m staying in!
No lipstick. No mascara, and my hair
is tied back in a ponytail.  I need
to shower. It could use a good shampoo!
Instead, I grab a magazine to read.

There isn’t too much else

Sweats and Sweets

What makes us very proud and astute
is the sweat of our labor;
at the day's end, we gather 
around the abundant table of gratitude.


We were told by our fathers who were wise and thrifty,
" Work hard and reap the reward of your planted seed. "
Why some prosper and others fall to poverty?
It is fortitude: that willingness

Sweats and Sweets

What makes us very proud and astute
is the sweat of our labor;
at the day's end we gather 
around the rich table of gratitude.

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