#chilling - Hello Poetry

The drizzling has stopped Temporarily, maybe to take a gap The winds are catching up A lone hooting owl A dog that howls afar A little thunder far away The winds chilling now The rumblings can be heard Rumblings of a distant rain.

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Jul 22, 2025

Jul 22, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC

tprmenon

Rumblings of a distant rain

The drizzling has stopped Temporarily, maybe to take a gap The winds are catching up A lone hooting owl A dog that howls afar A little thunder far away The winds chilling now The rumblings can be heard Rumblings of a distant rain.

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Your cold body drifts away Far from the hapless shore Far from my wretched hope I once held so close Your blood still stained my hand No matter, how fast I ran-- Your ghost haunted my dreams, my reality And warped it into a spectral entity.

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Aug 27, 2024

Aug 27, 2024 at 1:57 PM UTC

Ashlyn_Ray

My Beloved

Your cold body drifts away Far from the hapless shore Far from my wretched hope I once held so close Your blood still stained my hand No matter, how fast I ran-- Your ghost haunted my dreams, my reality And warped it into a spectral entity.

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There was a certain comfort in the time I spent Sitting against a wall outside in the cold They don’t tell you what its like to freeze to death But here’s what wishing you would is like The trees sway with another chilling breeze There’s a little stinging pain in my toes Its been about 20 minutes out here My feet are the only things cold I'm thinking Way too much about how the frost feels My hands become red a little icy itch not quite numbing my fingers Another 20 minutes go by and I can feel the cold travel I have no intention of leaving I don’t want to Maybe i’ll stay all night An hour in my feet are cold on the outsides My ankle is freezing I adjust my earbud and look up to the sky My breath can be seen in the air I think about my mother finding my body Bitten blue with winter 2 hours in and my feet are starting to ache Its an interesting feeling Almost like I’ve broken a bone but can’t quite feel it I don’t want to be here anymore Not outside, id love to stay in the icy air all night But here, in front of my so called home Filled with my so-called family I’d like to be staying somewhere else Somewhere where they aren’t Somewhere where the people who care about me Are all far far away And if I die, they know in a few days Not right away If I’m sick they’ll send a gift card And call so many times I’ll have to turn off the phone So maybe I’ll just sit here And let nature have its way with me Because I'm not ready to go back in And live in a “family”

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Apr 26, 2022

Apr 26, 2022 at 12:46 PM UTC

Cryingisnecessary

A Certain Chilling Feeling

There was a certain comfort in the time I spent Sitting against a wall outside in the cold They don’t tell you what its like to freeze to death But here’s what wishing you would is like The trees sway with another chilling breeze There’s a little stinging pain in my toes Its been about 20 minutes out here My feet are the only things cold I'm thinking Way too much about how the frost feels My hands become red a little icy itch not quite numbing my fingers Another 20 minutes go by and I can feel the cold travel I have no intention of leaving I don’t want to Maybe i’ll stay all night An hour in my feet are cold on the outsides My ankle is freezing I adjust my earbud and look up to the sky My breath can be seen in the air I think about my mother finding my body Bitten blue with winter 2 hours in and my feet are starting to ache Its an interesting feeling Almost like I’ve broken a bone but can’t quite feel it I don’t want to be here anymore Not outside, id love to stay in the icy air all night But here, in front of my so called home Filled with my so-called family I’d like to be staying somewhere else Somewhere where they aren’t Somewhere where the people who care about me Are all far far away And if I die, they know in a few days Not right away If I’m sick they’ll send a gift card And call so many times I’ll have to turn off the phone So maybe I’ll just sit here And let nature have its way with me Because I'm not ready to go back in And live in a “family”

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The lakeside cabin was as old as history. The lake itself was ancient. The cabin was in our family for years. None of us knows who built it, all we know is we always have fun there. Playing in the lake all day, staying up late telling ghost stories around a campfire. Many years ago I went back. I couldn't find it. Recently I went with my family and it was back. Maybe it wasn't where I thought it was at first. Maybe it was never there. All I know is we had fun. That's all that mattered, We had fun.

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May 26, 2021

May 26, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC

Tangledleader61

The lake

The lakeside cabin was as old as history. The lake itself was ancient. The cabin was in our family for years. None of us knows who built it, all we know is we always have fun there. Playing in the lake all day, staying up late telling ghost stories around a campfire. Many years ago I went back. I couldn't find it. Recently I went with my family and it was back. Maybe it wasn't where I thought it was at first. Maybe it was never there. All I know is we had fun. That's all that mattered, We had fun.

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looking up at the sky, wishing to be a part of is what we all dream of— then come those who stitch up their feathers to fly; to prove that you can own that sky with your efforts rather than chillin' if we really desired for the sky, we had been one of those but sadly, we can't make a difference though it's not late

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Mar 15, 2021

Mar 15, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC

leeaaun

make a difference

looking up at the sky, wishing to be a part of is what we all dream of— then come those who stitch up their feathers to fly; to prove that you can own that sky with your efforts rather than chillin' if we really desired for the sky, we had been one of those but sadly, we can't make a difference though it's not late

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The darkness awakens you, Your thoughts fall apart like dry glue. All you want is to be okay, But you accept you may never see that day. One foot in front of the other, Open your eyes, it's no bother. All you want is to be okay, But you accept you may never see that day. Draw back your curtain, Life will be good, I'm certain. All you want is to be okay, But you accept you may never see that day You drag yourself downstairs, There have been no answer to your prayers. All you want is to be okay, But you may never see that day.

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Oct 29, 2020

Oct 29, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC

Jamil-Akram

Lost

The darkness awakens you, Your thoughts fall apart like dry glue. All you want is to be okay, But you accept you may never see that day. One foot in front of the other, Open your eyes, it's no bother. All you want is to be okay, But you accept you may never see that day. Draw back your curtain, Life will be good, I'm certain. All you want is to be okay, But you accept you may never see that day You drag yourself downstairs, There have been no answer to your prayers. All you want is to be okay, But you may never see that day.

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Sleep seeps from my finger tips With chilling thoughts, my mind amiss No matter how much heat I ingest I digress, and fade into cold extremities Only a few times, have I know The name of tired as well as this

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Nov 15, 2019

Nov 15, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC

colmistoirm

A Chilling Exhaustion

Sleep seeps from my finger tips With chilling thoughts, my mind amiss No matter how much heat I ingest I digress, and fade into cold extremities Only a few times, have I know The name of tired as well as this

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"i wanna be in the company of people i love and just like chill playing smash or just sleeping and napping laughing together watching movies together something that doesn't involve too much movement" - a text from a friend

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Jan 28, 2019

Jan 28, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC

wordsandfrostbite

chill

"i wanna be in the company of people i love and just like chill playing smash or just sleeping and napping laughing together watching movies together something that doesn't involve too much movement" - a text from a friend

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Chilling, like a cold Winter breeze, as it rustles Sound through pine trees Circling in repeated motions Swaying and reflecting Different angles, and Different emotions Gradually moving from side to side Not faltering, but continuing stride Against the current Against the waves Against the runner Pushing him back Almost forcing him to fall And beckon in the tracks of another But wait... How will he get back up? That's the question we always Ask ourselves, looking at Others from a third person View, but from the eyes Of wind, nothing else exists Think about that for a moment Invisible, yet so strong Something to put our lives In full perspective The thought of a force That can break us down In a moment's notice And just like that Suddenly, it's gone Nowhere to be Found...

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Nov 11, 2018

Nov 11, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC

julalwynwilson

Chilling

Chilling, like a cold Winter breeze, as it rustles Sound through pine trees Circling in repeated motions Swaying and reflecting Different angles, and Different emotions Gradually moving from side to side Not faltering, but continuing stride Against the current Against the waves Against the runner Pushing him back Almost forcing him to fall And beckon in the tracks of another But wait... How will he get back up? That's the question we always Ask ourselves, looking at Others from a third person View, but from the eyes Of wind, nothing else exists Think about that for a moment Invisible, yet so strong Something to put our lives In full perspective The thought of a force That can break us down In a moment's notice And just like that Suddenly, it's gone Nowhere to be Found...

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I had never seen so much blood. Just blood, blood, blood. It was so red and so dark and so pure that I feared one simple touch from my unclean hands would contaminate it. I had never seen so much blood. Just blood, blood, blood. It was the richest thing I had ever seen and if I could've I would've ****** it up and kept in a locket. I had never seen so much blood. Just blood, blood, blood. It ran from your bald head out onto the cement floor and I cried over your body laying there cold and dead. I had never seen so much blood. Just blood, blood, blood. I cried over you while I watched you die but my tears were not from your loss of life but from the fact that I was not the one to cause it.

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC

TianaMarie

Blood, Blood, Blood.

I had never seen so much blood. Just blood, blood, blood. It was so red and so dark and so pure that I feared one simple touch from my unclean hands would contaminate it. I had never seen so much blood. Just blood, blood, blood. It was the richest thing I had ever seen and if I could've I would've ****** it up and kept in a locket. I had never seen so much blood. Just blood, blood, blood. It ran from your bald head out onto the cement floor and I cried over your body laying there cold and dead. I had never seen so much blood. Just blood, blood, blood. I cried over you while I watched you die but my tears were not from your loss of life but from the fact that I was not the one to cause it.

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Counting off regret’s, And crossing off dreams, As I sit and rot away in this prison of the past. Just a spec of light shines in through the bars, As I keep myself hidden in the darkest corner of my cage. A smile appears once and a while, On my dull express less face, And some day’s I’m too tired to try. As I have isolated myself once again, I feel incomplete but I will always feel this way, Because even when I surround myself with good and bad people, I always still feel incomplete. So I sit in my empty, hollow cell, And wait for the day when I feel somewhat complete.

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Sep 10, 2016

Sep 10, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC

ad-snail-spirit

An Incomplete Man

Counting off regret’s, And crossing off dreams, As I sit and rot away in this prison of the past. Just a spec of light shines in through the bars, As I keep myself hidden in the darkest corner of my cage. A smile appears once and a while, On my dull express less face, And some day’s I’m too tired to try. As I have isolated myself once again, I feel incomplete but I will always feel this way, Because even when I surround myself with good and bad people, I always still feel incomplete. So I sit in my empty, hollow cell, And wait for the day when I feel somewhat complete.

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We sat in deck chairs, our feet entrenched in the sand, as the water crept up the shore and splashed gently on our toy sailboats. The fire pit roared and rose with flames under the moonlight. Our friendship was anchored in the beach for years, since second grade. I kept watch on your sailboat, knowing it would soon cast out into the sea of adulthood. We spent hours talking about our dreams, as though the sandman truly existed apart from our imagination. Remember when we dropped our textbooks in the trash compactor? Because we believed in the Lost Generation and The Beats, and not some phonies from academia. We even sprinted away from the security guards after we used our slingshots and shot rocks at the The Verizon Center's Marquee. Smoke and drink. Smoke and drink. Smoke and drink. We lounged in the dugout while the sky poured buckets of rain on the baseball diamond, as our lighters ran out of fluid. *** By accident, you shot me in the mouth with an air-soft gun. The beady plastic pellet zinged through the air, and sawed off half of my front tooth. Frantically, you sprinted inside and came back out with a glass of whole milk. You snagged the chipped up tooth from the lush lawn, and dropped it into glass. The tooth got swallowed up by the milk, leaving a trace of ripples. But you had pure intentions, only lukewarm aim. On a porch chair, I sat bent over with my upper lip bundled with wet paper towels. There was no blood, no flesh wound; just a clean shot. I dabbed my tender gum gently with the damp towel. You walked up to me and slapped me on the back. I shook my head, rolled the towel into a paper *** and chucked it at your nose. You caught the projectile in mid-air and threw the afternoon’s remnants over the pointy picket fence. You turned around and saw my back, as I walked on the neighborhood sidewalk away from your house. Ten years later, in the summer of 2007, we stretched out our limbs on Rehoboth beach and smoked headies out of a papier-mâché-looking piece; we called her Old Glory. As we toked and held in the gray coughs, we took in the view. Small waves barreled over and flattened out onto the fine sand shore. Our toes were tangled in the snare of the ivy green seaweed. We didn’t want to let go of this. This picture frame memory, the wooden frame lacquered with fresh pine comb. A peace pipe shared between each other to rekindle their friendship. I stared at the bright fire of the lighter, watching as red sparks turn into violent black. Light gray debris collected on my swim trunks. We both looked up at the starless sky, as if we were searching for twilight. The moon glow shrunk the longer an eyeball looks, you said. I nodded, got up, and walked right into a tall wave. I took the full force of the water, standing my ground with a bird’s nest chest. You laughed and lolled your head back off; you were exhausted. I walked back up the hilly shore, and treaded my finger along the ridges of my ceramic tooth. A replica embedded in my mouth. I felt the jagged edges, the flaws, and grinned a little. Just enough, to feel like I was on the verge of epiphany, on the beginning of seeking out the correct approach of life. We hit the piece again. And the sun began to rise. Our eyes closed, breaths quiet, and our memories entwined for days to come.

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May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC

dannyartreads

For Days to Come

We sat in deck chairs, our feet entrenched in the sand, as the water crept up the shore and splashed gently on our toy sailboats. The fire pit roared and rose with flames under the moonlight. Our friendship was anchored in the beach for years, since second grade. I kept watch on your sailboat, knowing it would soon cast out into the sea of adulthood. We spent hours talking about our dreams, as though the sandman truly existed apart from our imagination. Remember when we dropped our textbooks in the trash compactor? Because we believed in the Lost Generation and The Beats, and not some phonies from academia. We even sprinted away from the security guards after we used our slingshots and shot rocks at the The Verizon Center's Marquee. Smoke and drink. Smoke and drink. Smoke and drink. We lounged in the dugout while the sky poured buckets of rain on the baseball diamond, as our lighters ran out of fluid. *** By accident, you shot me in the mouth with an air-soft gun. The beady plastic pellet zinged through the air, and sawed off half of my front tooth. Frantically, you sprinted inside and came back out with a glass of whole milk. You snagged the chipped up tooth from the lush lawn, and dropped it into glass. The tooth got swallowed up by the milk, leaving a trace of ripples. But you had pure intentions, only lukewarm aim. On a porch chair, I sat bent over with my upper lip bundled with wet paper towels. There was no blood, no flesh wound; just a clean shot. I dabbed my tender gum gently with the damp towel. You walked up to me and slapped me on the back. I shook my head, rolled the towel into a paper *** and chucked it at your nose. You caught the projectile in mid-air and threw the afternoon’s remnants over the pointy picket fence. You turned around and saw my back, as I walked on the neighborhood sidewalk away from your house. Ten years later, in the summer of 2007, we stretched out our limbs on Rehoboth beach and smoked headies out of a papier-mâché-looking piece; we called her Old Glory. As we toked and held in the gray coughs, we took in the view. Small waves barreled over and flattened out onto the fine sand shore. Our toes were tangled in the snare of the ivy green seaweed. We didn’t want to let go of this. This picture frame memory, the wooden frame lacquered with fresh pine comb. A peace pipe shared between each other to rekindle their friendship. I stared at the bright fire of the lighter, watching as red sparks turn into violent black. Light gray debris collected on my swim trunks. We both looked up at the starless sky, as if we were searching for twilight. The moon glow shrunk the longer an eyeball looks, you said. I nodded, got up, and walked right into a tall wave. I took the full force of the water, standing my ground with a bird’s nest chest. You laughed and lolled your head back off; you were exhausted. I walked back up the hilly shore, and treaded my finger along the ridges of my ceramic tooth. A replica embedded in my mouth. I felt the jagged edges, the flaws, and grinned a little. Just enough, to feel like I was on the verge of epiphany, on the beginning of seeking out the correct approach of life. We hit the piece again. And the sun began to rise. Our eyes closed, breaths quiet, and our memories entwined for days to come.

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For some reason, the wind today feels unpleasantly cold. Perhaps it is the by-product of my imagination but then again, Perhaps the elements are trying to send me a message. With the chilling winds piercing through my bones, I can’t stop the aching from my old wounds.

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Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC

SunAndMoon

The Wind Today Feels Unpleasantly Cold

For some reason, the wind today feels unpleasantly cold. Perhaps it is the by-product of my imagination but then again, Perhaps the elements are trying to send me a message. With the chilling winds piercing through my bones, I can’t stop the aching from my old wounds.

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chilling, careless smile, your eyes perambulate the caverns of my soul

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC

price_poetics

Chilling (Senryu)

chilling, careless smile, your eyes perambulate the caverns of my soul

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I can see the sun Shining with a gleam on its face Its wonderful brightness Glowing on our faces I say that its a sunny day For me to have a funny day And for a big scoop of icecream I say that its a chilling day The sun's rays can reach over me Telling me always to glow and shine He will never loose his shimmering beauty And for me.it will always Be an infinite creativity.

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC

ishitascribbles

Ablaze

I can see the sun Shining with a gleam on its face Its wonderful brightness Glowing on our faces I say that its a sunny day For me to have a funny day And for a big scoop of icecream I say that its a chilling day The sun's rays can reach over me Telling me always to glow and shine He will never loose his shimmering beauty And for me.it will always Be an infinite creativity.

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You are glancing out of the window Taking a look at nature's creation Wisps of your hair gently stroking your face Feeling a cold wave against you Walking slowly amidst the misty clouds The endless curves of the mighty mountain Spinning your head around Deep down there lies deathly valleys Defining life beyond explanation All you can see is plush green colour Ranging from warm to tender While I travel,I try not to grasp at people By their devotion towards work An independent river flows curvily to reach its destination Given much ore of its freedom Captivating nature in just one go isn't enough You have to soak in as much as possible Sure one becomes perplexed at the first sight of the beautiful sunrise And I bet the day couldn't get that better otherwise The air had its own charm,its own charisma While the chants and prayers of monks completed the atmosphere I smile as I currently jot this poem down Words fail to express my happiness crown I say to myself-" This isn't imagination,This is reality" Confused, are you reader? My heart beats and quenches for the aroma of green tea leaves Hmm,I'll miss this heaven on earth, This place,these people,their lives,their struggles Their homeland. Their Birthplace. So this is my travelogue And currently you were into my experience My "Darjeeling Experience" And not a dream,or a part of paper Cause its far more than your mere imagination.

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC

ishitascribbles

Imagine

You are glancing out of the window Taking a look at nature's creation Wisps of your hair gently stroking your face Feeling a cold wave against you Walking slowly amidst the misty clouds The endless curves of the mighty mountain Spinning your head around Deep down there lies deathly valleys Defining life beyond explanation All you can see is plush green colour Ranging from warm to tender While I travel,I try not to grasp at people By their devotion towards work An independent river flows curvily to reach its destination Given much ore of its freedom Captivating nature in just one go isn't enough You have to soak in as much as possible Sure one becomes perplexed at the first sight of the beautiful sunrise And I bet the day couldn't get that better otherwise The air had its own charm,its own charisma While the chants and prayers of monks completed the atmosphere I smile as I currently jot this poem down Words fail to express my happiness crown I say to myself-" This isn't imagination,This is reality" Confused, are you reader? My heart beats and quenches for the aroma of green tea leaves Hmm,I'll miss this heaven on earth, This place,these people,their lives,their struggles Their homeland. Their Birthplace. So this is my travelogue And currently you were into my experience My "Darjeeling Experience" And not a dream,or a part of paper Cause its far more than your mere imagination.

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