Heatwave Poems

Heatwave poems bring the best collection of short and long heatwave poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great heatwave rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these heatwave poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on heatwave are here for you.

Ronnie

Ronnie elegy

I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.

Poems containing references to : Heatwave

On The Rise

On The Rise short poem

You are golden Like the mysteries Of a lost, lonely jungle, A photographed crowd At a Victorian ball, A heatwave in spring, The laughter of wild animals, A winding ancient path That leads to a fortified town – The clown

My Muse, The Amazon

My Muse, The Amazon long poem

Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.

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Revolution

Revolution short poem

Riveted: the ducks went into a howl. A shirtless moon was walking on the lake. Darts had started moving towards blue lips. Gale was not able to speak. Unthinkable: sky will explode now, in stars. Gambling with water, cheating the

The Socratic Existence

The Socratic Existence short poem

The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder gently and said: “Clouds will talk to you now” I turned around, looked up at the sky and drops filled my eyes. Daily I was drinking hemlock to understand my ignorance of

Philosophy Of “tea”

Philosophy Of tea short poem

Tea welcomes in the morning the senses start awakening Tea carries a subtle charm the very nature of tea is harmony Tea has properties to invigorate among its other refreshing traits Some teas feature a grassy note of the order

I Will As You Will

I Will As You Will prose poem

When I look at you, I see a combination everlasting. A multitude of options moving ahead pushing forward. It’s no doubt that this life was meant for you and I to meet, if it was not, I’m confused to how

How Dreams Become Lost

How Dreams Become Lost short poem

As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.

Death Of A Shadow

Death Of A Shadow short poem

This life has snubbed the bloom like a thick brown sac thrown on the sod. An octogenarian tries to slice the hope indulgingly to achieve immortality! Was it a virile snarl? A rose bud wrenched open in a fatherless home.

Art Of Love

Art Of Love prose poem

This time you would receive the two things from others. Violence or grace. Jealousy to your success, And grace to your failure. So, you should not be sad. Survival is meaningless without grace. Believe me, You are the king or

Desperado

Desperado short poem

They slaughtered the icon in captivity as an act of mercy. To know the secret of madness why people were falling on knees? Outside a small narrative will give creased excuses. The spilled blood always instigates to drink from the

Walk The Talk

Walk The Talk short poem

You walk with some people And you talk with some But with how many do you walk the talk…? You chat with some people And have Chaat with some But with how many do chat and have chaat…? True friends

Today Is Not Today

Today Is Not Today short poem

The same rhythm of a million years, Today is not today. The same rituals of splintering spheres, All acts of the same play. The same longing that filled The first vagrant lone poet. That grew and dreamt and then distilled,

The Devil’s Juice

The Devils Juice short poem

This awakening has woken me Had days and days to think The route of all my evils Has been the devil’s drink It’s time for me to turn my back Be strong and to resist That deadly juice that ruined

Mother Earth Weeps

Mother Earth Weeps short poem

Green earth, blue sky, sapphire sea Longtime a home for life to be Mother of all a vibrant womb Her children awry seal her doom Vast oceans the life-blood of all From its depths the first life did crawl What’s

Les Enfants Adorent

Les Enfants Adorent short poem

Strolling around in an apathetic fashion nothing could hex me in that party I mulled over the opulence of the luxe lulus Out of the blue , I witness a scene so unprecedented a lad of 7 or 8 ,

Time For Love And Loss

Time For Love And Loss short poem

Love is not labeled for a certain time or day.once it comes your way you want it to stay You would think it’s the mainstay of life and joy. you would think that’s all you need to live an amazing

Letting You Go

Letting You Go short poem

This is for you. For someone very special in my life. This is the least I could do. At least, before my afterlife. I know how much we’ve been through. I know how much you’ve suffered. For you, this isn’t

I Choose

I Choose short poem

I Choose, To be quiet, for the fear of being unheard To weep to self, for the fear of being thought as weird. I Choose, To ignore, for the fear of my rage being keen To laugh, for the fear

Needles And Pins

Needles And Pins short poem

Her arm was left out the window all night clamped at the pit which throbbed her heart hammering to do its job straining for the tiny capillaries going blue about the nail beds her arm flapped on the growing wind

Broken Dream

Broken Dream short poem

I lived in a sweet world ! Full of love, care & beauty. It had bestowed a sweet dream upon me. They were beautiful flowers of happiness.! I had flown with the dream ! Held its arms tight. But, I

Dark Cloud

Dark Cloud prose poem

Dark cloud looming. Moving slowly. But it’s there. Creeping in front of the sun’s path, dimming the light, inch by inch. Will it settle? Will it stay? Will it slide on by and keep on it’s way? Is there rain

Plasma On The Pavement

Plasma On The Pavement short poem

Release from your own skin Soul is in shreds and leaks poison while wasting valuable Plasma on the pavement End result sub-par / sub-human No existence cruel than this Maybe… No. Yes… To exist without challenge Opposition does not exist

My Dearest Friend

My Dearest Friend short poem

You are welcoming, nice and caring Respectful, loyal and understanding Humorous, assertive, secure and true Always there… yes that’s you. Special, open-minded, exciting and wise Honest and helpful, with honest dark eyes Sympathetic, forgiving, cheerful and sweet Yes that’s you…

Marooned Island Amidst An Ocean Of Rabbles

Marooned Island Amidst An Ocean Of Rabbles short poem

Times are fast flowing taking away that Precious bit of prudence we held so close to soothe A strung up nerve from letting loose. Today, imagine Getting caught At the cross wire of a Boy of ten frail years Asking

Imprudent Haters

Imprudent Haters prose poem

The heat of the hate in my face, Is what I get, when I walk around the isle, When all I am trying to do is, Be loving and greet everyone with a smile, Distressingly! I cannot see, anyone responding,

Night of the Radioman – Hawk Hill

Night of the Radioman   Hawk Hill prose poem

Up here, the indecipherable universe Unfolds into a trillion starry mysteries Spreading light-years above The crowded frequencies of Earth Crackling in the atmosphere Transmitting to ten thousand towers of Babel Scattered across the hills like spores of static And the

Dying Young

Dying Young short poem

He forded the river like you see folks do in movies: the current up to his ribs his arms raised up but his hands hanging. each stride he took swivelled his body entire his limp hands tore rents in the

Profound negotiations through tight situations

Profound negotiations through tight situations short poem

Minor casualties dredging towards delicate situations It is a fool’s choice to be seeking binding sensations Regardless to say, this is a mythomane and moments of despondancy loom over in shame Untouched withdrawals nesting in places of repression and segregation

Life’s Mystique

Lifes Mystique short poem

The one who is drunk do come and stay put while the one who is not drunk sure will come but stay away There is no need to take life seriously dear because none can leave the world without dying

Phases Of The Road

Phases Of The Road short poem

driving into twilight a warm day smelling of road dust crops in the field their low green bodies growing duller as the headlights come on the radio stations change format from news to music crepuscular animals are creep out skunks

An Evening at the Cafe

An Evening at the Cafe short poem

Sumptuousness of the cafe, Sitting at the corner… Softly Decorated with glasses comforts of Air-Conditioner.. Silent faces unknown held down on phone-screen… Headphones and Ringtones like sounds of guillotine Inside the head-Rage and fire against the politics-bullshit of generation of

Where Is My Soul

Where Is My Soul short poem

my bridge is falling down it is falling down where have I gone i am gone the bridge is gone i am down the wall has gone up it is high up the bridge is down where is the bridge

Cobain Rises

Cobain Rises long poem

A poet of the troubled soul A life on who the devil took his toll A happy bouncing bundle of joy Who turned into an angry stepson boy Dear Boddah, will you be my friend? And always will until the

Terminal Liver Cancer

Terminal Liver Cancer elegy

It is not on you, dear poet, but on your Nation, and its rulers, spread all over Their body, mind and soul; irreparable, Their cancerous thoughts and deeds; ‘The red salute’, they offer to all, a mean, Cheap and cruel

The Lost Lady

The Lost Lady short poem

You came like a dream, When I had myself all along Wondering all the while To have admired The bloom of my years all alone Then did fate intervene To conjure up a tale Baked in the early morning sun

I Wonder …

I Wonder ... long poem

I wonder if you realise the way you make me feel, I wonder if you know the guilt for me is real, I wonder if you ever think about me too, I think I’m giving you more credit than your

Taken for Granted

Taken for Granted short poem

i slept – unaware of your gazing eyes i slept – unaware of what was going on inside your mind i slept – because in you i trusted blindly i slept – because of the security you offered to me.

Every Day, The Present

Every Day, The Present short poem

Every day, a gift, is a present for you, To hope for the future, Work at the present, then wait and see. Work hard and nurture, Then hope for the best. To get a desirable future, Every day for you

A Wall Painting

A Wall Painting short poem

Imperishable, you keep the truth frozen like the marrow, in the limbs of life, producing blood cells when sun rises. Knocking again at a rapist door to leak the secrets of a hidden bed of polity. Contours of a dimmed