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Maddie May 2018
I'm lusting after that drop
of sweat
sliding
down
  down
your neck
        curving between your chest
wanting to lick itsuckitbeit
and consume your essence in hopes
of getting rid of this
Sensation
that forces me to look at skin
searching for a way inside
Umi May 2018
A single dandelion seed could turn a desert into a beautiful garden, all it needs is someone to love it and look after it ~
Because the love of light is for all to bear, it is embracing, warm and gentle, life grows out of it to rejoice it's wonderful unique touch.
Seeing the desert one should note, that light can be cruel and harsh, scorching in heat while only trying to do what's right,
Leaving behind an almost lifeless part, it becomes the kiss of death,
In the end you get lost, blinded the luminousity which was once a gift
And by the night when it covers, you lost all fear of darkness,
It already became part of what you were anyway, you didn't belong,
Without turning your back you simply let the darkness consume you,
Yet don't you see, that the nights somber appearance holds the glory of crystal starlight; a river of countless of them form the milky way,
Perhaps you are but a blossoming flower, only blooming to the kindled brightness of tonights moon, dim, yet also filled with awe,
The love of light is for all to bear, but don't overdose yourself with it,
Otherwise, it will burn you up before it leaves you rotting.

~ Umi
I decided that I will stop writing poems once I get to 161, I hope no one will miss me
Gale L Mccoy May 2018
for once in my life
i am excited for summer
for i will not be forced
to stand in its sweltering heat
instead i will let the sun
burn my shoulders
on my own terms
Mary-Eliz May 2018
waking on a summer morn
has always
made me somewhat sad
at least
since I've been grown

foreboding
in the mind
and weighty remnants
of bizarre dreams

coffeemaker
fills my morning
cup
clears my head a bit

but as the day
matures
humidity settles in

the air feels thick and heavy
seems a struggle
for lungs to take it in

you can see
the heat
waving
in ripples
as it rises

in that smoldering heat
some are in their
element

yes
it's true

some do like it hot

not me

I don't enjoy
"sunbaking"

brutal heat is not
my friend

nor is the sun

at least not for long

so close

I know its rays
are more
than pale skin
will stand

and what about
the flora

unless the heavens
bless the earth
with frequent soaking
rain

the heat will be
a strain on
the plants
I dearly love

if I remember
to water thoroughly
when they need
they'll stay green
and lush

but
my wallet's green
will shrink

still

summer has its
good points
and
amusing things to do

ice cream cones
evening drives
picnics at the park

swimming pools
water parks
and just the garden hose
can help
to cool you off

backyard cookouts
fireworks
iced tea and
lemonade

vacation if you
can afford

if not

stay-cation's
the latest thing

maybe best part
of summer
though

is what
is
coming next

those cool
clear
days of autumn
to refresh
the air

renewing
mind
and body
too
Not really wishing away time, just hope the heat and humidity doesn't get too crazy too soon!
FreeMind May 2018
Hours turned into days, then weeks and months,
And yet the wooden logs stayed cool.
Abandoned and untouched, isolated from the world.

Suddenly, almost reaching the speed at which the fire has Diminished, a light spark landed in the exact middle of the logs.
Although it hardly changed a thing, it began the Tipping Point.
More and more sparks were shot into the logs,
Starting a small irrelevant fire.
But the sparks kept appearing, and after the months of coolness
Fire was born. Burning larger and larger. Creating heat and warmth. Sending a pleasant smoke with a sweet smelling aroma of cinnamon. The sparks have ended and yet the fire they created
Erupted the fireplace with life. Sweet, warm, cozy life.
That was missed, but never forgotten.
That seemed distant, but always desired.

This fire will burn on.
Regardless of heavy rain or wind.
This fire must burn on.
As it is the only thing keeping me sane.


-FreeMind
#42
08/05/18
"The Tipping Point" is wonderful!
Druzzayne Rika May 2018
Dreams end
when eyes open
to watch streams of light
coming through the window
               and the heat is only starting.

through the midday
we forget what dream it was
that kept the smile in deep sleep
the rising temperature gets to head
             and we realise we are too hopeful.

Simply by night
exhausted our thoughts
fighting sleep to have nutrition
to get back on the bed, have a sweet dream
            wishing not to wake up, dream to no end.
Nyx May 2018
In the heat of the moment
We do things LOUD
We do things BOLD
We do things C R A Z Y

In the heat of the moment
You forget who you are
You forget who you love
You forget about the world

In the heat of the moment
You don't stop to Think
You don't stop to wonder
You don't stop to worry

In the heat of the moment
When two hearts beat as one
It is in that final moment
When you know the devil has WON
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We do stupid things in the heat of the moment
Umi May 2018
Bidding farewell to the warmth,
The bells of a spring path ring, to the sound of the wind,
Which has once again, crossed the stream of time, as it usually does,
The transience of the day, already lost due time, the sun remains as a traveler, whom appears to have crossed the Zenith again,
It's scorching heat is to be felt, exposed to it almost as if it was to be to set the skin ablaze, truly these sunrays, are unforgiving at this time,
Sorrow and misery, are to burn into ash by this heat, a purifying flame of affectionate happiness, embracing those who have found themselves to be in love with the natural, decending, light,
Beyond the boundaries, the mystery of our living power remains unknown, all what is left is a spark in the dark, beyond the sunshine,
The evening welcoming this world is soon to be radiating in joyful light, wandering aimlessly the time for the sunset draws near,
Beyond the Zenith, lies the transience of the passing time.


~ Umi
mysa Apr 2018
the heat of the spotlight
shines on my face
searing off the fear
and melting away my skin that hosted the lies of the day
to reveal the raw truth
that is my gift
this was a mess of a poem, one that's being added to the evergrowing pile of things i'll regret later.
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