Warmer Poems - Poems about Warmer

Winter Warmer - Bawdy limerick warning

A fella with a lengthy willy
Said, “Reduction would be so silly…
“I make all my friends laugh
When it’s used as a scarf
Which prevents my neck getting chilly!”

Warmer Mind Sway

I am so tired 
At kitchen table
Cat stare orange

I sit on chair
Handkerchief red, pencil box black
Chair cat grey

I shut my eyes and think of blue
I open and shut my eyes
I sway my body back and forth in a gray soft robe
I sway

I will leave my house in this mess
Water in the sink like stream, like

The Days Come Warmer

The Days Come, Warmer

Time has ammassed the many aspects of me,
Which I then collect, design and tatt 
Into delicate lace edgings for my aging, and which I then
Lay out into rings around  the bases of tree trunks
To become splendor again, anew across the landscape
 —  with the fragrance of lilies — orange, yellow,

Warmer Climes

Old Frosty was a snowman
And how he loved that snow!
So crystalline, so pure and white;
Each year he’d grow and grow!

There are so many words for snow,
A winter lover's dream,
and all of them delectable,
especially with cream!

But Frosty isn’t happy
With life lived in the freeze;
He gazes in the mirror and
He likes not what he sees.

So Frosty took

Warmer Waters

I don't question
my presence in a Jacuzzi
with a girlfriend of a friend,
or why my ex-wife's sister
is now a soapy fingered hand-maiden.

All day I keep adjusting my mask
while secretly watching that hot tub dream 
as it plays-on
on the tip of every nerve ending.

I want to sink back 
into suds of impossibility.
I have this crazy itch
to snorkel

Warmer Reflections

During December
I have trouble remembering we are potentially orgasmic organisms
designed for healing wounds, 
resiliently restoring our egos
acclimating with everyday eco-habitats
to regenerate this lifeline climax;

Virally reverse-hierarchical 
deep ecstatic experiences,
revolutionary,
BigBang self-other co-empathic perpetuation,
transubstantiating,
creolizing,
co-acclimate primal relating
interdependent ZeroZones
of ambiguously autonomous identity.

Our most efficient organic economies
for enduring wealth
Are also our most effective ecological relationships,
natural-form/enspirited-exflowing function 
theist/untheist
patriarchal-fragmented/matriarchal-interdependent

Divine regenerating light
co-inviting dualdark humane

Warmer Vibrations

Mother nature please carry in spring to once again meet
I'm sick of the crunching of ice and snow beneath my feet
Cringing with each step as I hope it's not the ground I do greet
I don't want to tread lightly I want to move freely to my own beat

I'm beyond sick of the blistering cold
This season

Bench Warmer

The Bench Warmers! 

I Always confused 
About the ladders we called 
I wonder, where things went wrong 
I'm thinking thinking 
I keep asking myself 
Where are the sensitive young adults? 
So saddened the future leaders Are now the future robbers
If I could asked
Where does it started? 
All around it is from the grassroots 
Our class

The Colder the Winter the Warmer the Spring

The colder the winter the warmer the spring,
Where from nature’s palette life’s colors are drawn—
Though mute I must be in my heart still I sing,
For the darker the night the brighter the dawn.

The deeper the sorrow the greater the joy,
As shadows and sunlight play alternately—
No doubt or despair can this longing destroy
For my wild swan

Await a Warmer Day

How dreary is the rainfall,
On this fine and summer’s day.
I find it harder to be happy,
When sunshine is washed away.


The thought of this surprising,
As it was not always this way.
Not so long I used to hide,
From the spotlight of sun’s ray.


As life moves forever forward,
Dragging us in its wake.
The feeling I have tomorrow,
May not be

Warm, Warmer, Hot

Warm, warmer, hot 

Ink, a wandering hue, 
drips like melted wax
on a silver candlestick

turns bright orange to,
lava, unstoppable, burning
the page.

Kathryn Collins
February 26, 2014

The Warmer Months

I always feel like a prisoner in the winter, banished from the outside by the jealous wind. As I get older, I continue to make peace with the cold, but I follow the spring. It is a different door, one covered with vines and stars, and to it I am drawn, as if to a

Warmer Climate Curse

Chinstraps ,Adelies 
Lacking krill is destroying,
Habitat issues 

Winter Warmer

Warming smells fill my senses
Mouthwatering sight
Fill my bowl to the brim please
Chicken stew delight 
Crusty bread to dip
Some more please
Nice!


John Heck's contest "Eat Me Epulaeryu"
Honorable mention

"warm and Warmer"

We wake near the flame

with our coals still warming

kisses spark fire...

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