Best Chilling Poems
the dog days of summer turn up the heat
and when sweat drips from every pore...
autumn's a chilling thought
(Kimo)
9/04/2021
Life is pleasant on the Atlantic coast
Fishing is surely what I enjoy most
Songs of gulls surrounding me
Colorful shells line the sea
And of my exploits I feel I must boast
The breeze is refreshing as winds pick up
I cast out hoping for something to sup
Though the tides aren’t moving
I am always still grooving
Then with a smile I spy a fish close up
It’s just a tiny minnow swimming past
Oh yes, he’s small, but he might be the last
So I reach down with my net
He splashes and gets me wet
On a summer day I have chilled out fast
*Entry for Yasmin’s “Letting Your Hair Down” contest by Carolyn Devonshire. Written 6/19/2012
Creeping, creeping
Shadows, like dust under a bed,
crawl from the corners toward you
Creeping, creeping-
Eerie low bellows quake your spine
Slowly chills run up and down-
Creeping... just cr e e p i ng
Open your eyes, so so slow, just enough to see
where the shadows are going,
just cre e p i n g, c r ee ping...
Low bellows, like a whale song,
begin to temper longer, slower, louder.
The sounds surround you, they are your atmosphere-
your very air.
Cacophonic, the air and wafting shadows wrap you
in a cocoon of fear
crawling up your spine
Chilling-
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A Foggy Mist and a Chilling Sound
Walking down the dimly lit street,
a foggy mist rising around my feet.
Soon the fogs so thick, I can't see,
walking blindly, by the river,
that's running past me.
Street lamps can just be seen,
then I hear a scream.
The intensifying fear of something
so unholy, chillingly cold.
Screams could be heard through the mist filled streets.
This grotesque sound like a lunatic running around.
A feeling more terrifying, than I could have imagined,
then silence as no more sound.
Fear surrounded the very air that we breathe,
chilling as I imagine murder most foul!
A sinking feeling, as I was walking around.
Then some how, I had lost my way and
found myself wondering around and
going the wrong way.
Then I found myself in a graveyard,
with catacombs and labyrinths leading
to tombs underground.
Unnerved by where I was and
scared beyond belief, perplexed by
the mist and the events of the night.
The ground was dank from the misty steam.
Then I had a vision of this fearsome looking thing,
this monster stood before me,
this creature of the night, with demon eyes.
Full of anger and hatred,
this spirit form, this gruesome being,
with the most horrific eyes!
I was shaking and trembling,
I felt cowardly inside.
My teeth were chattering, as my eyes
were opened wide.
Then this creature of the night,
ran off into the deep misty waters,
disappearing out of sight.
I ran off into the mist filled streets again.
Whilst sitting neath an old Gum tree
So many things I love to see
Watching Rabbits bounce around
And listening to those awesome sounds
Water trickling quite nearby
Black birds flying in the sky
Such lovely peace it fills my heart
I sit here practicing my art
Writing poems is what I do
As I sit beneath the sky so blue
"SHE WAS A GREAT WOMAN...BUT DEPRESSED"
A happy girl was she who grew up to try her very best.
The same story that lingers when you see her smile-
SHE had been remarkably talented triumphed every test,
overcoming obstacles seemed to be her personal style.
A cheerful girl WAS she so delighted to lend a hand,
volunteering in the soup kitchen to help less fortunate-
Whenever I needed a shoulder to cry she did understand,
a heart so generous with A soul so compassionate.
I didn’t see the warning signs or the frown under the grin,
I never read her intuitions of feeling like a lost cause-
She held internal reservations; felt she was full of sin,
when I knew she was a GREAT WOMAN with very few flaws.
New Year’s Eve she took the pills and drank her last cup of rum,
BUT she had planned it for so many days maybe even weeks-
I read her farewell not knowing where the pain came from,
“I can’t go on another day…I’m so DEPRESSED and utterly weak.”
I am supposed to write a poem with a chilling twisted conclusion,
maybe my story isn’t scary or good enough for a placement-
But seeing an angel fall from grace dying from painful self-execution,
me living in a convoluted and appalling life is an understatement.
I always saw her magic-
A life ended so tragic.
I always saw her good-
Never thought she would.
Date Written: September 11, 2016
Chill by beach of Pitas.
Rain comes in a heavy task.
Return home to a break.
Another night to medicate tired.
Thanks Allah we intend.
Well-intentioned we are blessed.
Preach in the village of Rungus.
The Maulud rejoiced.
Kota Marudu we go.
Still raining until while ago!
Kota Kinabalu
21 Jan 2014
We played the game, the horrid game
Of tricks and candles in the dark
Reciting a name, a horrid name
Our hands started moving on their own
We asked it questions, horrible questions
The Spirit presented a forthcoming omen
We shook our heads, our foolish heads
We blew out the candles that night
Suddenly the room grew cold, oh too cold
Chills were felt through out our spines
Then a gash of light appeared, appeared it did
Turns out it was the fridge lay open bright
One of us screamed, a hideous scream
She claimed it stank of rotten eggs
One of us fainted, dramatically fainted
He claimed it was not the eggs
From there we were curious, curious we all should have been!
Upon inspection, it was just spoiled milk
From there we cried, a loud shared cry
Because we realized we just drank that milk!
Was this the omen, the woe-filled omen?
We all thought as we touched our stomachs
Was this the omen, the painful omen?
But then, who last opened the fridge?
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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Steel, blood and blue…the gritty streets are all too true!
A crystal pearl on a crystal shell…an diamond lies ‘an a life of hell!
With dues to pay...‘an golden dreams on lay-away!
A gust of wind...a sonic crack...‘an a cosmic crash!
The winds have rocked my way!
So rock away!
Pennies in my pocket…with another bottle rocket!
Simple lovey-dovey...bangers and the bills!
Swirly-dwirly drinks…and penny copper mills!
Up all night…up all night!
A party of a life...a party of a life!
Silvery stones and...pretty golden lockets!
Up all night...up all night!
Coolest winter’s chill...with only bills...no thrills!
A shattered golden heart…for a royal golden tart!
A heady frothy malt…with ‘an endless open spout!
So rock away…so rock away!
Royal silken flags are raised…as the royal clippers sway!
So rock away…so rock away!
Party’s…bangers…sweets…drummers tapping beats!
So rock away…so rock away!
Linen…satin…sheets…parch'ment-value…sheets!
So rock away…so rock away!
A party of a life...a party of a life!
Silvery stones...and pretty golden lockets!
Up all night...up all night!
Party's...silver...golden wings...secret hidden things!
So rock away...so rock away!
Diamond golden rings...and 'any' other thing?
So rock away...so rock away!
Chilling in this house,
Chilling in my room,
Chilling-out in my own little world.
Chilling electric fan on desk,
Chilling tingling throughout my limbs.
Chilling outside in winter.
Chilling temperature numbing my fingers,
Chilling wind-chill freezing my face.
Chilling blizzard in which I race through,
Chilling cold replaced by body heat.
Chilling icy heart,
Chilling coldness against others.
Chilling mind and mellow thoughts,
Chilling out with others.
Chilling can mean a lot of things.
the carving knife met
drag the blade down the chest
smiling face ghostly
Sijo 7
bone chilling night I saw a man passing through the alley
as if running away from inescapable something;
becoming a dim shadow the man vanishes in the dark
I’m sitting alone,
As I do...
I’m chilling in my zone,
Feeling too often blue.
Always stuck in my head,
In an emotional stew.
It’s like a loose thread,
Being pulled through...
Through drowning my sorrows,
With whatever brew.
Wondering about possible tomorrows...
Questioning my moral views.
I am ofttimes prone,
To this overthinking loneliness.
But still sitting alone,
In all my lowliness...
06/03/2020
Three Haiku, 5—7
1. a twinkling star hangs
on the high up autumn sky
color of deep sea
2. what shall I do to
the wind blowing in the field
of pampas grasses
3. blown by chilling wind
today too, pushed to the edge
where sun falls to night
Summer on I-10
old van,
no air conditioning
furnace oven days
long hot tiring
pushing on
dark night
stop for directions
abandoned buildings
streetlamp
roadmap
landscape moving
like waves on the ocean
What the hell
Open door look at ground
no ground
only endless carpet
of locusts
far as the eye can see
moving rolling
chilling
slam door take off
I remember
crunching sound under tires
for miles
I shiver