I am waiting for heat,
Kaylyn Ann

I am waiting for heat,
Waiting for heat to melt my frozen heart,
Waiting for heat to give warmth to my bitterly cold life.

the heat barely lasts.
Cassie Mae
Cassie Mae
Jul 17, 2011

The last rays of sun
linger like this dream of you
the heat barely lasts.

(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
let the heat fill the room,
Alyssa Maki
Alyssa Maki
Feb 16, 2012

let the heat fill the room,
bend the pictures off the wall,
they warp and twist and fade,
like leaves at the start of fall.

You feel the heat
Nov 7, 2010

I eat fire
I swallow it whole
I dance to the flames
that spark in my toes
You feel the heat
as I pass, as I pause
I light your fire
then I burn you raw.

I am heat
Jul 18, 2013      Jul 21, 2013

I am heat
I am on fire
You heat my heart
Your desire

Heat building

Heat building
Feelings rising
Inhibitions fading
Friendships solidifying
Relationships confusing
Bonding beginning
Attraction targeting
Fate deciding!

The heat of the black pavement is calling me
Briana Stottmann

Voices of Jamaica resonate in my head
while I rot away in the red snow.
The steel drum pumps my heart
while a single note is driven into my flesh until it is dull and I am raw, sitting in the negative sun
I keep an old green palm leaf in my new white palms. I miss the taste of the ocean
The heat of the black pavement is calling me
The hard brown grass is so comforting in the most uncomforting way
My friend with the dreads is gone
Mi amigo with the open toed sandals is traveling the world and my three sisters have gone their separate ways

O wind, rend open the heat,

O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air--
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.

Heat radiates through me.
Kitty Prr
Kitty Prr
Dec 12, 2013      Dec 13, 2013

Poem a day, day 12

Heat radiates through me.
the heat of summer
The heat of an unventilated apartment
The heat of passion

And I love it
And I hate it
The powerful burning
Intense and overwhelming

the strength of the heat excites me.
No release from it exhausts me.
But if I had to choose
I would choose the heat.

It stifles the mind
and intensifies the body
Enhancing every sensation
Making me aware of every part of me.

Rather overwhelming heat
Than cold death
Where sensation is drained
As your body goes numb.

In this heat I am truly in my body
I honour it as I search for relief
Trying to escape it and revel in it
At the same time

But it's ok
The heat will come again.

So now, we live in the big heat bubbling like a
Gary Gibbens
Gary Gibbens
Jul 17, 2012

At first it was sort of like a dog lying next to the bed
My head was warm and without any covers I was
The pillow was damp, the breathless air would not

I tried to remember the cold, clear nights of stars
But I felt my tongue drying out in the stagnant air

So now, we live in the big heat bubbling like a
Everyday we feel it like a weight, like we might be

In Iowa, the corn is dying in July, no ears are
The frogs have burrowed back into the cracked mud

On the freeway, the cars shimmer without motion
On the baking hills, the anguished forests now
The rivers shrunken to dusty rocks, fish

When I cry to the angels at the end of all Roads
Praying for some relief, somewhere in the ashes
They forbid me with their living swords of fire

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