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Another year older Another day colder The heat went out again this year, Almost like a tradition I’m single again Almost certainly a tradition And the pipes have burst
Saturday, 11/26 @ 8:35 pm   simple words; deeply felt one look, one touch, and I do melt   above me, beside me below me, inside me   near me or gazing from afar
Sun scorching, sweltering, sizzling beach.My hardened soles resist the heat.Sunglasses shielding my eyes.White cotton ball clouds glide.Along deep blue skies.But I’m blue too.
concrete jungle heatsuffocating cityscape~ bare feet loving grass......Mark Toney © 2021.5/13/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
Hot water deeper than the length of my hand. Three false candles illuminate the darkness. Like a dealer with cards Pandora shuffles.
Cold of glaciers chill my bones Sweeping down from mountains Icy streams and cool winds Stealing heat from stifling days Pulling me back into myself An individual among individuals
Emanating from deep within its coils is warmth The red hot comfort like an indoor campfire   As it hugs and envelops me until I no longer remember the suffering
I am in love with the rain. The way it cleanses my heart, and soaks up my pain. The way it relieves me from the draining sunlight that had burned up all my emotions and left me a barren wasteland.
The rains fell, briefly, On the mercilessly scorched earth, but vanished, just as briefly;
the fire consumes my very soul I'm trapped withing my own skin I feel suffocated to the core and I can never win
I can take the heat.  The rays of sun never fail to slow me down  and lighten my head I lie in wait for the heat to form a pillow under my head and a blanket over my body
    The little candle burns its wick,With fiery whisper drops a drip,A passion only seen from near,A slowly shrinking, darting tip.
The blaring heat    --no relief.   A rented bedroom I don't even pay for The smell of the store and freshly purchased paperback novels A sense of loneliness   with some flirtatious emails
Sitting by the pool, I squinted my eyes at the torrid back yard, my lawn chair slightly separated from the others. My glass of iced tea sat within reach, ready to rescue an overheated and dried out tongue. 
i watch the hurried world go by a somber and sweet sight people pass with eyes glaring down as the sky kisses the earth   my heart sinks to the bottom of a dark and empty world
Summer in southern Spain I feel like Julian Assange Trapped inside a manufactured environment Stale air re-circulating through the wall unit
Heat. I love it. Heat. Does it love me? Dehydration, sunurns galore. It hurts. Sun, bright, burns out my eyes. Why, do I sit in it, do I fight for it, do I wish it into existence. For summer fun?
Spreading in the air Like a toxic drug Dripping with intensity Soaking in the tub Lathered with bubbles Popping one by one Drifting softly in the air Wandering without a care
Everybody has a strength and a weakness in their life that they have to deal with as a blessing or a challenge. But the one thing that I think is important and absolutely need is shelter.
The heat of my heart is a white-hot flame It bears my values, my views and my name Embers burn my tongue, refuse to be bound Smoke billows upwards, lost but not found  
There was a fire inside of herthat she just wouldn't put out.
I put my feet to the street I've never felt a heat,like this,my souls(soles) melt with each step I take,I wanna make a break, and run for it,like Run Forest!but
You can learn a lot from a dreamour subconcious tells us what we already knowbut were too afraid to admit.And you were there in my dreamYour body close to mine.Warm.Tangible.
I am chained in a cage. Exposed and vulnerable like a nerve. But the joke is on them. I may be trapped, but I'm not a captive.  The fire in me would make Hades run for the hills.
In the night, she woke in various states of detachment. Real was not real; what is real? Reality? Such a permanent thing, to be thought of as only living In the day, but why?
The hot sun beats down on my neck this sticky sweet popsicle heat. My destination is still blocks away My mouth and nose are dry and my shirt clings to me with sweat. I can see the park now
His voice came out as smoke. You could feel the heat from his throat. The crowd lit up as he sang Little candles, they looked like, lower than the stage. His breath burned the microphone,
The summer's weather,blistering hot,does somethingno one ever thought.It twists the minds of those who gooutside to see the summer show.The sky so blue may hypnotize
Lost in a wistful wasteland. The Wind is howling stop. Don't leave- Don't go- A voice says  I'm at my final step.   Feeling as the Sky, so grey. Plunging into my life.
Unlike me you prefer the cold to the heat Hold me close, love   You prefer the cold I remain to shiver Hold me close, love and I will be warm   I remain to shiver
Affixed on the sight of my final destinationMy eyes do not wander to the path beneath my feet.Though time has seemed to stopI travel silently onward,Forever aware of the coarse sand wearing away
Summer in TampaBy Kelley Stead   In June the city has a feverIt sweats road rage and miseryThe people, sick to death of heatForget their manners and chivalry
In the summer we let our feet run black with dirt and pavement. Our heels pounded the sidewalks, our skin slapped the streets; each bound stung a little more than the one before.
  As the heat rises, people let go of one of their disguises. The temperature will soar, and one’s wild side will wage war.
“Cold Heat” A"cold heat" is a comfortable burden. To a pleasant time, it's almost a virgin. Never considering how it affects your smiles, Or never trying to make it worth your while.
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