PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Sweat


I feel the cold yet hot bead of sweat rolling down my temple

I quickly wipe it away

a  second later I do the same thing

I can feel the dampness on the back of my neck

pushing myself to work harder, to fight this heaving pain in my chest

sweat is dripping into my eyes, yet I push through

the more i sweat the more motivated I am to keep going

if I didnt sweat then I am not working hard enough

so I just let it run down my face.

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.