Best Chillingly Poems

The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the chime of midnight, when the thin veil...

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Another year has come - chillingly -
and more chillingly for me than in decades heretofore.
I watch it ranting from my window as I recall. . . . 

The year already past had tugged me from those tame and toasty days
when I lay face up to...

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you're a D.J
you're a preacher
a carer or
 a teacher
you're a painter
you're a builder
you're a bouncer
or announcer
you're a chef!
you're a doctor
you're a dentist
 you're a chemist
or a nurse!
you're a lawyer
you're a sales rep
or a vet!
 all having your possesions
 all having your professions
   ...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the chime of midnight, when the thin veil separating the
land of...

Continue reading...

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the chime of midnight, when the thin veil separating the
land of...

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Tension crawls into the pores of crashing contemplation
Why has it become so hard to breathe?
If only it was known what this dejected heart is saying
As she sobs poetic lines of wordless woe
She is cradled in the tempo tempest of this reflection
Pulsing in the unfeeling land...

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Pretty soon, night will fall upon the city,
And lives of crime animate spasmodically
As Gene Pitney croons “A Town Without Pity”
And the clubs and the gin joints open methodically.

Hepcat jazzmen smoke reefers, shoot junk,
The pimps clean their nails with switchblades laconically,
Fedoras pulled low as they mind-jive...

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Oh, where did you come from? The sad sight of you 
     breaks my heart in two. I see that you're lost, 
            scared, disheveled and emaciated.

   ...

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It's cold here.

It was cold long before
Winter arrived
harsh frigid stares
as people passed by
subtle cues
to warn us off
send us packing
"This is not your neighborhood-
you are not welcome here."
their unspoken message
loud and clear

It's cold here.

Winds of change
blew too fast
too strong for some
to adjust
and bone-chillingly cold
breezes emanate from
these...

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Hooked, addicted to feeling this way, 
Wanting for nothing more than,
The white that fades to absolute black, 
Helping me understand,

All my hurt, my wants, my needs, 
Painted in dark on the wall,
Painted with lines made out of pain, 
From big right down to the small,

This...

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Down by the forest's edge at night 
she dances as her auburn hair wildly glows.
She steps out into the pale moon light,
so the night creatures can see the show.

Misty fog the woods it does grace
as she is sealing in the circle with salt.
The fire's glow...

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It wields misery like a knife. And there's no magic wand to be waved 
To make it fade into oblivion. It leaves me suddenly hankering 
For the halcyon days of summer. There isn't enough warmth saved
It's chillingly cold, and I can't shake my incessant shivering

'Tis...

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Here, this day, on this inglorious
Field
Thy vain struggles will count no
Valour.
All hope now abandoned,
Imminent defeat unconcealed;
Erstwhile countenance display 
Such waxen, languid pallor.
Surround by your dwindling 
Forces
Ye will but sadly find...
That the stout keep of your 
Valiant fortress is all but breached,
Once strong foundations failing -
Wherest...

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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...

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From ‘The Woe of Roanoke ‘
It wasn’t just the gale that chilled his skin
As he mulled on the cannibal captured within.
In trembling state he clenched close his cane
To rap tap the gate of the jail in the rain.

Four jailer badge enter, unbolted the door
Jabbed, jolted...

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