Chilled Poems

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

Rosy Winter Falling Down

Rosy Winter Falling Down long poem

Revulsion in mood of climate rosy winter is falling down crazy to expose its colors wearing a warm white gown winter arrives at all cost on head glazed silver crown every thing takes new twist valley dressed as an icy

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Pain Of Love

Pain Of Love long poem

Do you ever feel a little choked up? Were you dreaming good and suddenly woke up? Like all was going smooth but you suddenly broke up- into tears – but a sly smile just soaked up- all of them,and you

Words Unspoken

Words Unspoken short poem

It is not AGGRESSION like most people think, there is a FIRE inside which I am not able to SINK… I have no idea why I am always resting on my TOE, instead of FEET, but with FIRE around, you

War Veteran

War Veteran short poem

A rock within a shell encased, lifeless and stilled. Heavier than most, despite the wear and attrition. Stone, cold and caged within. Deliberately chilled. Once, in another’s hand, cast aside like spent ammunition. Collaterally damaged, withdrawn from further crusade. Surrendered,

Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

Rivals

Rivals short poem

Suppression and I were rivals Or so I thought; Since that summer which felt More like spring While striving to Suppress a laugh that Escaped my mouth, The hem of my t-shirt Stuffed into my mouth, Amidst an otherwise serious

In Love With The Gangster!

In Love With The Gangster! prose poem

Drinking frizzy drop of the sentimental smoke Absorbing rhythmic murmur of the dancing peacock Gradually and completely, I felt him in my beats Following that voice among thousands of tweets The shimmering, scarlet, feminine blood Rapidly flowing over the marble

Radio Man

Radio Man short poem

Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of

Mimic Life

Mimic Life long poem

Distinguishment The labours of impression The ascent apparent in its brute The uproar which soon I fear perceives an inglorious seclusion Most amiable and devoted My mode of life was in behalf of my hunger And I rise from its

Infinity

Infinity elegy

Long ago on a new chilled morning When I passed through the gate of Infinity Urge to go inside suddenly hit on me A little red lady was the one who saw that “Don’t go inside” was all she said

A Love Affair To Remember

A Love Affair To Remember short poem

What an incredible adventure this love affair has been So many wondrous things that I have felt and I have seen So many special places that left such a tender mark A myriad of memories forever etched upon my heart

Wishing You Happy New Year 2017

Wishing You Happy New Year 2017 short poem

Wishing all loving friends very happy new year Though staying far away yet you are very near New dawn will be very zealous like crystal clear Welcome the effervescent sun with fervent cheer All your amazing dreams may come true

Rose

Rose long poem

You whisper sweet words while you sharpen your thorns, By a spell I am called, and I pass through the doors. And they slowly close behind me in a squeaky little cry, As the sun begins to fade in the

Mood Swings

Mood Swings short poem

Must I give you the chilled truth of dry winds till the fire reaches the backyard? The half-thumb was held by the wheels. Why you were pushing the hearse of a dead lie? Anonymus was the letter written by moon

Walking Through

Walking Through prose poem

I walked the roads, and followed every path When at last there was no more I ventured still to pass With hands outstretched and dreams held tight I walked the path into the night I found my way and prayed

The Wholeness

The Wholeness short poem

Days are crisp, nights chilled. A lake of fluid fire, under the clouds, prepares for a virgin assault. I do not thaw the frozen hurts, respect the disguise of the old lover. Hearing my own voice from a distance? I

Rain The Rain

Rain The Rain ode

The two clouds, that love and have been loved hugged, embraced, and kissed with their lips, tightly closed one another; melting and boiling in their emotional heat, not to talk their feelings and to keep the flow of feel, unsurpassed.

Grandmother

Grandmother short poem

Upon her bedroom wall she wades Serene in Homers blue waters Past the dormant white hulls at dry dock, She smiles Before autumn’s sienna strokes of the harbor flats She feels the tides’ hands bathe her. From beneath her comforter

Thought 3

Thought 3 long poem

The moon is declining on its late night journey The lady you adored all through out the years Is returning to daily fold with respectable form, The October sky is cloudy and moist like your vision, You have scant sleep

Heterosexuality

Heterosexuality short poem

Were you ready for a virginity test to cross the umbrella of harpoons. A chilled moon will welcome you after slaying the hot sun in the valley of gods. A schism scoops ignominy. Seeing the lights which were not there.

The Evening Unexplained

The Evening Unexplained prose poem

This is an account of an incident unexplained, Many say to a phenomenon supernatural it pertained. For no one can answer what happened that evening, When it was dark and the moon was barely shining. A loud cry had resonated

Our Last Walk

Our Last Walk long poem

I dreamt last night that you were with me and we walked along that path leading to the river and the ferry across. (do you remember the ferry?) It was summer, or so it seemed, and the air was heavy

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Seeing In Future

Seeing In Future short poem

Imagine, if we get a chance to see in future of million year ahead World will look completely different and It would be difficult to find from today’s world to attach any thread We will have new civilization growing with

Remember

Remember short poem

Remember We have walked to the end. An hour, at our place by the river. Before our minds erase, let’s remember the grass we flattened. The jumping waterboatman, tickling fish, restless cicadas. Let’s relive our life, our stories, dares, ambitions,

Crossing Over

Crossing Over short poem

Someday I’m crossing over, over to the other side, I’m going home with Jesus, there with him abide. Until my life is over, from life I’ve passed away, Jesus will be waiting, to take me home to stay. My spirit

Bite

Bite long poem

Money too much, children’s laughter; Fall apart beneath the moonlight. Make me cry tears of blood, ever after; I think I want to die tonight. Dog bite scar puts pain to skin; Leave it out and let me in. Kiss

Charector

Charector short poem

Character inherent , determines ones nature Person with self respect never asks for favours person with greed always seek favours person with crooked nature steal favours contended will feel UN easy accepting favours Avaricious will not rest in peace without

Betrayal

Betrayal short poem

I know I have lost you, oh my Love But madly am Searching for you, oh my Love You trapped me in the cyclonic whirl wind You damaged my heart beyond repair You drowned me in flood of tears You

Popinjay Tree

Popinjay Tree long poem

I have a tree tall, virid, and shady. Like the moon I see from my car- It follows me and shines all the way! Some like me glance at it as they pass by- while many linger under it like

Total Beauty

Total Beauty short poem

Like the salt of life, giving flavor and seasoning to souls bland and blind You are not even aware, but you are like an unhidden city on top of a hill I see the light of your presence, flashing here

Children Of The River

Children Of The River long poem

Tides starts to rise, ripped up by the currents; The birth, snuggled to keep up, tenacious children; Ripples fretted the body, filling, reaching; Stream of water, lowly creeps, lulls to the hollow bed, Trust forth and flow in the rivers

Crazy…right?

Crazy...right? ballad

that time pain called all to seldom all to strange in seasons, reasons of our vain rain seemed as insane. do not ring my dreams while I sleep why step lightly you may awaken nightmares as I stalk time, my

Why

Why short poem

as we remember now so many things could’ve been said the mind wrecking part trying not to regret.. I reach out you your face taunting dreams my heart has fainted yet my head still screams once i was a fire

Transcendental Deliberation

Transcendental Deliberation short poem

I left you there!… Between semicolons and dashes, lost inside the days of future past, stuck in your grammatical mentality and lyrical augmentations… Even when you raised your punctuation you could not decipher my heart’s alphabet… Your comma kept jumping

A Snowy Night

A Snowy Night short poem

I could see a light so bright Through the glass door that night It was a sight of pure delight As everything covered in white I felt the ice soft and light As I walked to the right On a

Books – A Resource Part –v

Books – A Resource Part –v short poem

Those who have books shine With lively bright colour twine. Books – a Daniel – be in shrine To take us all up with whine. Saraswati, indeed, did opine My talents with saccharine And help me for Her to reassign

Unearth

Unearth short poem

When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re galumphed seems all uphill. When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. Remember a beggar and

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (part Two)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (part Two) long poem

Let us go then, you and I… Let us go then… Tired? Surprisingly, we have been saying this a hundred years. It haunts. The hallucination continues. No, it leap-frogs. Eliot was dead before I was born, before we were born.

Bird Talk.

Bird Talk. prose poem

I hear the birds talking to me. Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee Dee Dee Dee. This one is telling me his name. As I take my walks with my dog Rosie up by the orchard on the hill, I hear another bird

Today Is The Day

Today Is The Day short poem

Afraid to move, to motion, to show anger or decline, too frightened to protest, to persist, to throw arms open wide, to look up, see the sky, fight for freedom. Look up. See the sky. Today’s the day to grab