"chillness" poems
At morn I plucked a rose and gave it Thee,
A rose of joy and happy love and peace,
A rose with scarce a thorn:
But in the chillness of a second morn
My rose bush drooped, and all its gay increase
Was but one thorn that wounded me.
I plucked the thorn and offered it to Thee;
And for my thorn Thou gavest love and peace,
Not joy this mortal morn:
If Thou hast given much treasure for a thorn,
Wilt thou not give me for my rose increase
Of gladness, and all sweets to me?
My thorny rose, my love and pain, to Thee
I offer; and I set my heart in peace,
And rest upon my thorn:
For verily I think to-morrow morn
Shall bring me Paradise, my gift's increase,
Yea, give Thy very Self to me.
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A dark cloud follows me, its chillness touching my bones.
Why am I sad?- I ask myself.
Wasn't it for today that I sacrificed my happiness yesterday?
and I continue to live it the same way.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
Autumn in New Zealand is a masterpiece on canvas
Patternings of goldens and bright rose hips in their beds,
Copses of coniferous in deep and darkly avenues
To the brilliance of a country lane awash with leafy reds.
Chimney fires are smoking in the rural country cottages
The warming glow of lanterns in the windows as I pass,
A tantalising whiff of hot buttered scones is wafting
And somewhere in the distance I can hear a red deer bark.
Strolling by the lakeside in the early morning stillness
My breathing fogs before me in the chillness of the air,
Rowan trees glow scarlet and the naked ***** willow
Has shed her golden carpet on the emerald hillock there.
Rushes rattle softly in the mistyness of lowlands
Treeeferns in their glory of silver filagree,
Sparrows ruffle feathers to insulate the coolness
As wheeling flocks of starling mass to migrate to be free.
Gossamer as fairy dust the thistledown is floating
A harbinger of autumn leaves and freezing frost to come,
Those Coriollis forces are determining the changeling
Where the snowy days approaching means the Autumn tones are done.
Marshalg
27 April 2013
In rural Pukekohe.
New Zealand
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
The setting Sun in the horizon yet
slowly readying to dip in deep waters
crimson sky with wonderful hallow
birds flying fast to their abodes
Young boys and girls splashing water
Playing throw ball and jumping
and tucking under high waves
some swimming in the murky sea,
their loud laughter filling the beach
with joyful abandonment.
Grand parents driving in horse carts
youngsters riding fast on horse backs
Camels with small families on their mounts
Guided by their owners with a whip in hand
small children building sand castles
parents overlooking their activities
and clicking photos in mobiles
yes, a Sunday evening to beat the heat
I sat guarding the baggage of my family
Watching all the fun, enjoying the sea breeze,
with peanuts in hand, waiting for them to return.
Suddenly there were shrieks of people
Children running around and
people rushing to gather them
calling out their dear ones.
when rain drops fell on my head and face
soaking wet my shoulders with chillness
I realized what’s the commotion is all about.
The beach wore a special look all of a sudden
with a veil of pouring rain …
The fading sunset painted the crimson horizon
With patches of dark clouds decorating the sky
Like big black beads dangling with pearldrops
jingling the arena with sounds of joyous music
The sudden downpour filled the air with
Innumerable smell s- stench of fish water
Scents from the crowd, smell from eatable shops
Stink of horse, camel dung, dog **** and trash!
I gathered the baggage trying to protect them
within my arms and covering with my dress
running towards a nearby shelter at a shop
turning to see if any one rushed to help me
But the first rain drops mesmerizing them
they forgot me and their belongings
Dancing and hugging in the first rain,
They were in a joyful world of laughter!
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
Destinations.
empty roads filled with
the empty gazes of
hollowed out eyes,
framed by the bags and
the black circles
burrowed deep into their skins.
"Where
are we
going?"
you ask the chillness of the night,
the stillness of the bright,
blue cars rushing past--
dazed,
you swim in this world as
a goldfish with no memory and
no vision
of what's to come.
"Where,
oh,
where
are we going?"
you ask,
feet out the window as
the lustful wind runs its chilly fingers
through your hair.
"Nowhere."
he answers,
hands gripping the steering wheel,
knowing someday you shall float off,
up,
up,
and away
to a distant land
and a distant time--
we're on a road to
nowhere.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 5:05 AM UTC
The Way To Dark Justice
Inside The House Of Shadow
I Stand In Darkness
I Open My Wings To Airflow
I Take The Look For Every Weakness
Inside The Dark Cloud You See My Eyes
To Be The First To Witness
I Take You Up, I Hold You Down
To Feel The Chillness
Killing Is My Only Rule
My Whole Augustness
Making the crash in your skull
with one bullet moving so airless
The Scope On My Eyes
and the breath was aptness
To Give you free visa to hell
And pain Rise up To be bigness
Bleeding Your Blood So hard
To take Your Soul in my fitness
Taking the look in That Hole
All What Says you're hopeless
breathing so hard and weakest
And your body Was idleness
Once you leave your body
your mortality will be bodiless
your spirit Will take the freedom
While you was never chariness
deciding to Jump and take the fall
thinking That you Are Making Buisness
Wars and Destruction making River of Blood
to make fear And other things dirtiness
But now I make sure about your elimination
With No Come back To Make the justice
Author / Aladdin Aures Hamdi
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
I stood in the water
which rose to my ankles
and I asked it to lower an inch.
But water is set from
the sea to the stagnant
and it paid no attention to me.
I stood to the chillness
which swallowed my stomach
and I begged it to give me some room.
Still the puddle was deaf
from loud years in the sky
and it reached its blue arms around me.
I stood in the last lights
with a collar of ice
and I prayed all might cover my head.
Then the water did drop
as a freak act of chance,
but my feet are still stuck in the earth.
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC
Blustery wind howling, whimpering
Creating the silence of the arctic
Wintery desolation sounds jingling
Breathing coziness, feeling mystic
Hazy sunlight relentlessly shimmering
Idyllic nature soothes the traveler
Zippy morning tremendously lingering
Rhythmic chillness of winter
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
Starts which released to sky
Swimming through the cloud sea
In the evening night
With dark asperity
Black sky twinkling
Without extinguished
While through the sky
Provide a chillness to resemblance of sky
Hey laughing star....
Who gave the elegance to you
Your dancing makes you white light
When I rise my tact to sky
You and firefly are same to me
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC
*Sea water with its chillness of motherhood
Consoling the rocks lost in solitude
Burnt by the pricking day of the sun
Night moon's beam kissing the rocks
Putting them to sleep tight
Forgetting their fear of morning burn*
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 83
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
I am passively standing at the sea shore,
The sea waves willingly grasp my dainty feet.
With soothing and chillness
Everytime they voluntarily undergo
And dearly retreat my dear feet with tender touch.
Indeed, they bear the vast knowledge.
Under beneath themselves.
However, they tenderly caress,
My dear feet with sincere love.
How lucky am I, as your own creation,
Oh All Known Divine Creator!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
Bolted junkyard
and the absenteeism
flits me winding up..
Counting the preumbra of Columba livia
on those marmalade hue of maudlin chillness..
As it commixes up onto wafting airborne:
drifting over the scattered cumulonimbus.
Far flocking flappers .
80° collateral to peeking atomic number 10.
Oh crystalline form of pure carbon..
All mighty massif .
All parallel to 180°.
99 sometimes .
69 and 36 degree.
minus the 13, it sways...
the oscillating stripes.
And the vivid blazing heap of splitting cotton-balls ..
metamorphosing into some voodoo like
Magical. magnetic. amethyst horizon
Devouring the fading dodger wide blue .
Then restoration again.
The alter coequal to dreary cawing
And these paranoiac utterance...
The phantasm.
The illusion..
and
eye..
skidding off-track the reality.
Detaining every grasp of it.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Sun refuses to wake
And the sky is coloured cloudy
Gentle breeze dance and play
Caressing cheeks and hair as
Chillness comes along
Southwest direction in row…
And the earth seems ready
To quench thirst
with the first droplet of
Heaven’s dew ……
As the monsoon arrives
In style !!
May 30, 2023
May 30, 2023 at 12:30 AM UTC
Chillness pierces my skin
Through every cell it touches
Yet I move along the path
Pulled by the dreams to move...
As lights shimmer to music
Of playful autumn breeze
And darkness of night ,
darker again....
Yet...I move along....
To unknown reach.....
A destination so uncertain
Still I need to reach!!
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 9:44 AM UTC
the moment you said hi to me
i got carried away by your chillness.
the moment you first held my hand
you got me thinking about our madness.
the moment you left me
you got me thinking about sadness.
and i never thought of anything else anymore...
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
At times
Sound of rain is so soothing
calms wilderness of mind
brings a chillness inside out
best relaxation I could ask for
as rain washes of everything out there
it could cleanses our thoughts!
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 6:00 AM UTC
Clear and round
Emerge from cloud
And rise slowly to the sky
You give the splendour to the sky
In the moon light thee
Provide a chillness to me
You are saving the flag of
Solace, against the wrote sun
Same time different direction
You are wandering through the heaven
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
I'm up before the sun
up before everyone
I sit in the stillness
the morning's chillness
then I quiet my mind
like an energetic child
my mind is running wild
I bring it back to center
a calmness state to enter
and inner peace to find
Some use a mantra phrase
others at a dot they gaze
some invoke a Holy Being
for me it's you I'm seeing
and my world responds in kind
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 6:36 AM UTC