Best Chill Out Poems
If it is not watered with love passion, responsibility,
Humor, sensuality, fun, trust, respect and loyalty,
Petal by petal, and leaf by leaf it is bound to die,
Too late, too late to cry.
Treasure each other, as you would a vintage wine,
Chill out, enjoy a romantic restaurant and dine,
Hold hands and look into each other’s eyes,
In summer, choose a table under star studded skies.
Respect is an absolute dire necessity,
Learn together to face life with its every adversity,
And disagree maybe but talk everything through,
And count your blessings that are far more than few.
Never go to bed angry with each other,
This is your husband or wife, your lifetime lover,
For you will wake up in the same frame of mind,
And perhaps this is not being understanding or kind.
Be proud of your partner you vowed to love forever,
Let no one come between you, make life an adventure,
Say ‘I love you' at least three times in a day,
Have no secrets, life will be happy in every possible way.
POTD 14/10/24
Indigo, not black, nor brown
not one or tother, coffee ground
It’s plain and simple, the eye to see
like winter’s bark on maple tree
I’m indigo, in mood and skin,
to be this colour is no sin
So to my friends of red and yellow,
just chill out, it’s cool to mellow
Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.
When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.
They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.
Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,
Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.
Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.
Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.
Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.
You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.
Judy Ball
I was visited by brothers Zog and Ziggy
Who landed from planet Plumfiggy
They were attracted by my Christmas lights
Both joined in when we had snowball fights
Zog and Ziggy were young alien twins
both had lime green and purple tinged skins
On the top of their tiny marshmallow heads
they had dreadlocks which hung down like threads
Ziggy's eyes were of pure emerald green
and Zog’s eyes had a weird rainbow sheen
when we met I shook all their four arms
these odd hugs really enhanced their charms
Plumfiggians don’t sleep but chill out instead
at night time they would rest in my shed
I found them both hanging down from a rafter
this behaviour caused loud peals of laughter
Zog is quite plump, Ziggy's much thinner
I pureed them a Christmas dinner
They gave me a present of figgy joos
it tasted vile, a drink I'd never choose!
They found it cold so I'd made each a jumper
with four sleeves to knit my task was quite bumper
My guests stayed indoors until it was dark
Then we'd visit the children's play park
Ziggy loved playing on the big swings
In Plumfiggy they don’t have such things
Their planet is just twelve light years away
At Plumfiggy fest I'd be welcome to stay
208 words
Fantasy with fictional beings Poetry Contest
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12/01/20
the smooth jazz café
dark roast and espresso shot
three sugar one cream
served in a dark cup
coffee bean image table
background bach blues band
comfy chill out sounds
smooth relax bossa nova
viola snare drums
cello string upbeat
piano caffeine downbeat
calm sax easy street
stan sand
(Happiness is a warm gun- John Lennon)
When someone CALLED me very dumb
I felt as tiny as a CRUMB
I never played those CHILDHOOD games
That's no reason to CALL me names
CLEARLY, they all have picked on me
I'm mentally CHALLENGED, you see
I go to a COUNSELOR, now
To CURVE the way I think, somehow
All those CREEPS, I hate them all- still
I didn't need a CHILL-OUT pill
I just needed a CARING friend
To stop the CRUELNESS- make it end
Ev'ry day and night, I still CRY
So, if you all CAN'T wonder why
My CHOSEN words, with my last breath
Bullying, is what CAUSED my death
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Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
1/15/2022
I love the cold as I lay beneath my
feather doodah, or chill-out
in my warm down-filled wind cheater.
I love to run through fields of ice and snow
with steam expelling from my mouth
with every each puff and breath.
I love to sip the steamy warm soup
with the cup warming my frigid lips.
For everyday I stave off
the cold embrace of death,
threatening to engulf me.
If I stop trying
and my energy fails,
my warmth will succumb
To the call of the cold,
forever wanting me to relent
and give up.
For to stay alive,
I must burn the food I eat and digest,
bask in the sunshine, sit by the fire,
to keep warm against the chill,
forever sucking heat from me.
The shrill chill encompasses me
with the cold embrace of death.
It being a holiday, with friends, I went to chill out
In a gregarious company, partying was sheer fun
After a heavy booze, my first-time experience,
I fell flat, plunging into deep sleep and dreaming away
In my dream, I sailed away
Over the tame waters of a tranquil bay
And landed in a magic isle
Never set foot before by anyone alive
A pleasant retreat of birds and beasts
Far removed from world’s dust and heat
A tropical island with a magical spell
Hidden away at Nature’s veiled breast
The sky was rent with songs of birds
The air, smelling of odors sweet
Here and there were exotic blooms
Bird of Paradise, Plumeria and jasmine
I roamed frivolously from end to end
Of that enchanted land of idyllic charm
With twining creepers and tall growing grass
Proclaiming aloud of a perennial spring
My heart leaped in euphoric delight
My senses alerted in ecstatic thrill
My feet moved in an explorer’s gait
After the treasures stashed in its caverns deep
I rambled relentlessly through untrodden paths
Feasting on the marvels, my eyes could catch
Arching trees framing a leafy roof
And fruits, ripe and raw, hanging from every bough
As Nature, thus unveiled her bounty before,
My fancy, unfettered took to wings.
I loved my sway over that fairy land
With treasures galore that none could claim
But how suddenly loomed an unwelcome thought
That dampened my spirits and stole my joy
“Will I ever be able to see my folks
To be enmeshed once more in a warm embrace”?
Longingly I looked for a ship skimming the sea
To carry me back to my native land
To get united with all my loved ones
To live a life ever, as lived before
Like a marooned sailor, desperate, as I cried
To alert the ship that sailed away
I heard distinct my husband’s anxious query
“Darling, what made you scream so loud”???
Autumn echoes slowly fade
As Winter footsteps are seen
Natures spirit tamely sleeps.
Brisk wind whined as the magic
Of the feathery snow spins,
Home warm walls keep day chill out.
Sun's outstretch scattered bright rays,
Blending orange-red streaks clouds
Poise over blue free heaven.
Kids dressed warm with wet mittens,
Looking proud of their snowman
With carrot nose and twig-arms.
1/6/2024
My Hat you will see, when you are looking at me
You will be enchanted and intrigued by this Mystery
My light brown eyes, will draw you in
They're full of passion, lust, and sin
You will surrender all within
I will flirt with my hat, watch out that's just that
I am watching you, but what can you do
I like what I see, there is no denying me
I am fabulous, glamorous and sexy
When I flirt, mine you will soon be
If you touch my arm, I will touch your tie
If you touch my hair, I'll see you're not shy
If you touch my hand I will pull your shirt
keep your pride and I keep my skirt
Any man wanna be my dessert
It's time to blurt, in my hat I will flirt
Never, ever, ever want to hurt, but in my hat I will flirt
I will smile and flirt with them all,
ladies please keep your man off my wall,
especially if he’s tall
Life is so short relax and chill out a while
Just love to flirt while having style
Let's enjoy simple and playful banter
It never takes away from the class or glamour
Too classy to be any man's dirt, but in my hat I will flirt
Alert!!! Alert!!! Alert!!! In my Hat, I will flirt!!!
When school kids sit those maths tests,
A couple of times each year,
They get that pale stressed look from
No sleep and that “failure” fear.
Wearily streaming through the tired doors
Students trudge into the hall.
Pens and rubbers all align,
The creaking clock up on the wall.
Arranging the hall for the test
Seats and tables stand aligned.
No cheating is ever possible,
Students sit alone, sort of blind.
And the exam is sterile, black on white,
Answers are right or wrong.
And the questions are all graded to be about an hour long.
Then it starts, hair gets tossed,
Eyes glance, “sniff”- a tissue.
Clumsy sketches, sitting sideways
On plastic chairs becomes an issue.
Pictures, fidgets, graffiti and tapping,
Hats off, fingers tell the truth.
Hands up, “Can I go to the toilet?”
“Yes, be quick, don’t dawdle Ruth.”
Well, maths tests aren’t meant to be fun,
You won’t laugh, smile, or sing.
And quadratic algebra doesn’t really
Get used for anything.
And the square root of the unknown function
Forms perfect curvy surds.
Should we expect a teenage kid
To care about these words?
And finally, the air hostess,
Straight hair, microphone and smile,
Gives exit instructions in rehearsed monotone,
“Please leave via the isle”.
To kids, another maths test,
Another day at school.
At home they’ll play their Halo
Or just chill out in their pool.
Entered into "YOUR BEST OLD POEM UPDATED" contest by Judy Konos, ranked First place
waking up and
baking up
before
we hit the sun
in a hurry
don't you worry
just come along
and have some fun
stop all that lookin'
at what we're cookin'
like we're crooked dudes
with guns
MANnnnn!!!
themz' brownies
not Maui WoW-Wee
chill out
our THC days iz' done.
love is a drug
its a down and a high is lust
love is to chill out
lust has styles
if love is to savour
lust is to pizazz the flavor
ya'll fronting like you know better
wRAP the flow like so : its a down and a high. and a high is lust
y'all know me- I'm in the poem biz
and it is a no brainer when I need a fix(I come to the main drag)of
this poetry site
this my security blanket my safe harbor my home away from home
it has taken me years to learn the
set up(its a long way to poet)gonna take a journey
listen I don't consider my poems hot stuff
nor do I have hang ups but the bare bones is this
I go bananas for contests I won't bamboozle you
I just wanna win (win and win)
but getting a poem selected is an uncertain crapshoot
its a tricky business
when the theme is announced
I need to give it a good think (think)
and sometimes I write a lemon (a real stinker)
oh when I lose(so blue)oh so near when I win bees knees happy
sometimes I put on my war paint and make my way
to the shooting gallery (I mean the blogs)
don't wanna open a can of worms but
a poet needs guts to make a comment there
oh yessiree your words can be turned to smoke
sometimes its all snoggling and sometimes its just aggro
the blogger asks for an opinion then the fun begins
get out the boom box say what talk to the hand
bring me the funny wagon gotta get outa there
before I go nuts gotta chill out take my peepers to a poem
like it when its mellow yellow in blog world
y'all know me- I'm in the poem biz
and it is a no brainer when I need a fix(I come to the main drag)of
this poetry site
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July 1, 2015
Free Verse
For the contest, Colloquialisms, sponsor, Laura Leiser
Fourth Place
What Does it Mean to be a Woman?
What does it mean to be a woman?
What does it mean to suffice?
It means to overcome suppression,
By men as cold as ice.
I suspect you know about the cruelty,
Of history and its legacy,
And that you yourself can change our society,
Away from this harsh, insidious fallacy.
That we are different from men,
In any way apart from physically,
Is an ignorant misconception,
That should be quashed entirely.
Women and men are like a rope,
Two separate strands twisted together;
Both strong and individual, independent,
But to each other they are important.
Without both sexes you wouldn't have kids,
The continuation of life and humanity,
Where many affairs and relationships occur to give,
Much happiness, freedom and proclivity.
But the relationship facet of daily life,
Can be very distastefully circumvented;
You can be sexually abused in childhood and raped,
And then not taken seriously or respected.
Being female means that you need to justify your intellect,
To validate it and maintain its vitality,
In replies to teachers, lecturers and college friends:
Reactions will tire you, and you will not comprehend.
When you're employed, you just have to ignore the signs,
Men give you when they're not mellow or tactile;
You just need to chill out and get on with things energetically,
‘Cos you know you don't need them to be upwardly mobile.
And worse, you're considered second in the family,
‘Cos your brother is always way more important;
He's the pride of his eternally doting parents,
When you're just left with a specific love quotient.
Feminism is old, but it is still really young,
There's so much more talking to be done,
For a world with no rape, jousting and evil glares -
We all need to climb a few more stairs.