#humidity - Hello Poetry

I don’t always like being naked even in my own home but in this heat it’s either strip or die There are those with A/C acting so civilized as they turn back temperatures concerned for their sweat I’m wet with jealousy but the humility grew on me moss in a steamy environment condensation in the same Now the only difference is switching two letters

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Jul 30, 2018

Jul 30, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC

Phi_Kenzie

Humi(l/d)ity

I don’t always like being naked even in my own home but in this heat it’s either strip or die There are those with A/C acting so civilized as they turn back temperatures concerned for their sweat I’m wet with jealousy but the humility grew on me moss in a steamy environment condensation in the same Now the only difference is switching two letters

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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

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May 10, 2018

May 10, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC

WingedPoet

The Dread of Summer

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

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Today I put some shirts away and cooked some chicken in the microwave I am getting better at that -- doing it is not so hard now that I've gotten a hang of it again I even went outside for a bit in jeans in the sticky summer four o'clock (not my smartest thought) but I went I felt the sweat and sun and I smiled

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Jun 12, 2017

Jun 12, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC

melli7

Moving

Today I put some shirts away and cooked some chicken in the microwave I am getting better at that -- doing it is not so hard now that I've gotten a hang of it again I even went outside for a bit in jeans in the sticky summer four o'clock (not my smartest thought) but I went I felt the sweat and sun and I smiled

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as space promises to prolong dusk long enough for those mourning the day's loss to see if when they kiss there's still passion or if it slips into obligation will the kids who race through summer riding the wind like chariots will they raise their arms to become legends and leave history in their footsteps earthly aesthetic of sunburned tattoos fading butterfly or a late parents' signature looking for shelter in shaded ground what was once perfect is now tarnished a heat wave - some would say melting motivated desire lifting anguish out of simplicity glued to the thickness of the day sun and sky retire slipping away without realization

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Jul 16, 2016

Jul 16, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC

james-leggett

Kodak

as space promises to prolong dusk long enough for those mourning the day's loss to see if when they kiss there's still passion or if it slips into obligation will the kids who race through summer riding the wind like chariots will they raise their arms to become legends and leave history in their footsteps earthly aesthetic of sunburned tattoos fading butterfly or a late parents' signature looking for shelter in shaded ground what was once perfect is now tarnished a heat wave - some would say melting motivated desire lifting anguish out of simplicity glued to the thickness of the day sun and sky retire slipping away without realization

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My underwear is routinely sticking in places it shouldn't be

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC

the-ten-word-wonder

Humidity (10w)

My underwear is routinely sticking in places it shouldn't be

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The Heat, and not the sports team Has come here for a while It's enough to set some records And to **** the farmers smiles Humidity and high temperatures Add to make our life like hell It's drying up our creeks and streams There's no water in our wells We do not use our ovens To cook our meals, not now at least We just leave meat on the counter The outside heat will cook the beast Our lawns are brown and dormant But the weeds are growing strong There is chickweed and crabgrass where once Green grass did once belong The splash pads are on overtime To help keep people cool We've cooling centers everywhere They're in all of the schools In order to cool down at home I have my a/c set to freeze And if at times this doesn't work I watch Christmas DVD's Remember hats and sunscreen to keep the heat off of your head In fact it is so god ****** hot I tan while I'm in bed I remember as a child Summer never got as hot as this Compared to recent temperatures Is like a blow job to a kiss We pray for heat in winter And in the summer, the reverse I know I would like the snow The heat is much, much, worse Instead of just complaining I should just take it, brave the heat But for now, I'll watch my movies Sing my carols, cool my feet I know that come this winter I'll be crying for the heat Just remind me of this little poem And I'll shut up, and take my seat.

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Jul 17, 2012

Jul 17, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC

roger-turner

The Heat

The Heat, and not the sports team Has come here for a while It's enough to set some records And to **** the farmers smiles Humidity and high temperatures Add to make our life like hell It's drying up our creeks and streams There's no water in our wells We do not use our ovens To cook our meals, not now at least We just leave meat on the counter The outside heat will cook the beast Our lawns are brown and dormant But the weeds are growing strong There is chickweed and crabgrass where once Green grass did once belong The splash pads are on overtime To help keep people cool We've cooling centers everywhere They're in all of the schools In order to cool down at home I have my a/c set to freeze And if at times this doesn't work I watch Christmas DVD's Remember hats and sunscreen to keep the heat off of your head In fact it is so god ****** hot I tan while I'm in bed I remember as a child Summer never got as hot as this Compared to recent temperatures Is like a blow job to a kiss We pray for heat in winter And in the summer, the reverse I know I would like the snow The heat is much, much, worse Instead of just complaining I should just take it, brave the heat But for now, I'll watch my movies Sing my carols, cool my feet I know that come this winter I'll be crying for the heat Just remind me of this little poem And I'll shut up, and take my seat.

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In the likeness of dew One can see A nightly gathered convex galaxy Gazillions of translucent pearls from her majesty Infinite food for more than just whorls Radiance expressed from a single source. Mother ocean, giving us, her gifts, of course. Touched, life unfurls Who are we to think we can improve the design of this world. PFL

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Jun 5, 2016

Jun 5, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC

pfl

In the likeness of Dew

In the likeness of dew One can see A nightly gathered convex galaxy Gazillions of translucent pearls from her majesty Infinite food for more than just whorls Radiance expressed from a single source. Mother ocean, giving us, her gifts, of course. Touched, life unfurls Who are we to think we can improve the design of this world. PFL

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I can't write today I wanted to write but I can't Lack of sleep The humidity Rain Worries Who really knows? I just can't write today

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Jun 5, 2016

Jun 5, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC

ron-gavalik

Nope

I can't write today I wanted to write but I can't Lack of sleep The humidity Rain Worries Who really knows? I just can't write today

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With each breath drawn, the distance which parts our bodies will evaporate, like dew after dawn. And with each exhale of humid breath, the time taken slipping out of fabrics slows to a streamlined unveiling; that could entwine me until death.

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Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC

Elemenohp

Lacey Linens

With each breath drawn, the distance which parts our bodies will evaporate, like dew after dawn. And with each exhale of humid breath, the time taken slipping out of fabrics slows to a streamlined unveiling; that could entwine me until death.

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Manitoban Skies Clouds are the mountains of the prairies Towering cumulonimbus masses Incredible backdrops across an otherwise plain blue sky Warning call that rainstorms may approach Vertical reminders of atmospheric instability Jetted upwards into vast formations stretching miles and miles Promises of unrelenting lighting and thunder Cinematic sequences is country folk are lucky to view Humidity in the summer, ah What would we do without you? Rolling clouds are a fair trade for the lack of rolling hills Clouds are the mountains of the prairies.

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC

RhetoricalCuriosity

Manitoban Skies

Manitoban Skies Clouds are the mountains of the prairies Towering cumulonimbus masses Incredible backdrops across an otherwise plain blue sky Warning call that rainstorms may approach Vertical reminders of atmospheric instability Jetted upwards into vast formations stretching miles and miles Promises of unrelenting lighting and thunder Cinematic sequences is country folk are lucky to view Humidity in the summer, ah What would we do without you? Rolling clouds are a fair trade for the lack of rolling hills Clouds are the mountains of the prairies.

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I sometimes pretend you were just a vision-- something I made up to keep me happy. But I remember it all so vividly-- your red pants, that grey shirt, the cologne you wear and you leaning on the wall waiting for me. Did you move around a lot trying to find the "right" way to stand on the wall? Did you get nervous when I arrived? Did you feel the pressure I felt? I'll never forget the humidity and the way I stared at you when I first saw you again. I'll never forge the butterflies when I tried to smile but frowned instead. I'll never forget the way you asked how my trip was and I replied awkwardly how I needed coffee. I'll never forget the way I looked at you... Knowing we had only one week and then it would be over. And I'll never forget how by the end of the week I lost myself completely... And let every wall I ever built fall down for you. you kissed me goodbye... And meant it.

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Oct 4, 2014

Oct 4, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC

BriannaB4mf

You meant goodbye forever

I sometimes pretend you were just a vision-- something I made up to keep me happy. But I remember it all so vividly-- your red pants, that grey shirt, the cologne you wear and you leaning on the wall waiting for me. Did you move around a lot trying to find the "right" way to stand on the wall? Did you get nervous when I arrived? Did you feel the pressure I felt? I'll never forget the humidity and the way I stared at you when I first saw you again. I'll never forge the butterflies when I tried to smile but frowned instead. I'll never forget the way you asked how my trip was and I replied awkwardly how I needed coffee. I'll never forget the way I looked at you... Knowing we had only one week and then it would be over. And I'll never forget how by the end of the week I lost myself completely... And let every wall I ever built fall down for you. you kissed me goodbye... And meant it.

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*I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.* -Shakespeare, Richard II, Act V.I The world I fathom rhetorically orbits around the whirr of a dust-peppered triad of turbine limbs inbreeding infinitely as electricity's treaty permits into a smorgasbord whirl of processed plastic white A remedial sun I compose to counter outside's oven bulb in the world I do not fathom Heat's ****** of humidity is not lost on me with no canonized sense even to establish it with And even my own remedial sun restricts a reality-knighting touch with its ozone cage pried open in unseen haste - a victim of college's fugitive waltz encased in the jazz fusion dance hall of the world I cannot fathom Is there a dual left-footed interpretive dance of a carbon dimension outside of reality's steaming kitchen to fathom me?

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC

steven-fortune

REMEDIAL SUN

*I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.* -Shakespeare, Richard II, Act V.I The world I fathom rhetorically orbits around the whirr of a dust-peppered triad of turbine limbs inbreeding infinitely as electricity's treaty permits into a smorgasbord whirl of processed plastic white A remedial sun I compose to counter outside's oven bulb in the world I do not fathom Heat's ****** of humidity is not lost on me with no canonized sense even to establish it with And even my own remedial sun restricts a reality-knighting touch with its ozone cage pried open in unseen haste - a victim of college's fugitive waltz encased in the jazz fusion dance hall of the world I cannot fathom Is there a dual left-footed interpretive dance of a carbon dimension outside of reality's steaming kitchen to fathom me?

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