Best Goosebumps Poems
See how the wind's of March bluster, torment;
they break boughs and chase the fallen leaves.
Oh hear, the frozen garden bed's lament,
as twigs across the way skate 'cross the pond.
And, do you feel the goosebumps through your sleeves
and the chill of daffodil as it responds?
The buds which bend, wind burnt, forlorn, attend
The wild wolf wind nips at spring's fragile tips
of infant green and willows which transcend
as they with golden blossoms grow rows high.
See the forsythia limbs, they bend and whip
but soon they'll dance beneath a clear blue sky
See how the wind's of March bluster, torment,
the buds which bend, wind burnt, forlorn attend.
Hard-working, calloused hands
firmly imprint ridges upon my back.
Your sandpaper face, like a fine file,
smooths against my neck gently.
Like your rugged bristle terrain,
my arm hairs stand erect.
11-7-19
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
my arms once relaxed
and warm
but shadows reveal
boy and father silhouettes
alongside the jagged fireplace stone
and a creaking uttered
in the bowels of the floor underneath.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
i slowly
breathe
an icy breath
as if
room temperature’s
dropped
below freezing.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
recalling
how my cousin
saw
the chair
rocking
with nobody there.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
but from my innermost place,
i slap myself
a couple times:
‘put your big girl panties on’
i turn up the lights
*broadway on steroids*
and call down peace.
for though i can believe in such things,
my greater belief
supersedes.
my arms
are once again warm —
flesh and blood
prevails!
11/6/2019
Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Delilah Ventura
March brushes past us, in its blustery haste
And we, who stand where Winter’s chill once laid waste,
Watch in awe, the breath of Spring ignite the earth.
Around cold Winter’s girth, warm Spring wraps its mirth.
We know, after every death, there is rebirth.
Electrical
Tiny dermal vibrations
Tingly, soft of exquisite texture
Warm, of porcelain delicacy and tone
Your skin pulse mixes with the thrum of mine
Tender touches cuing tiny shivers of your surfaces
Small flutters where my fingertips dance, barely brushing
Squeaky little deep-throat moans tell me it's what you're desiring
I continue my touch games as I trace sexy words on you
Little hand prances that make your soft places jump
Shudders and sighs as I explore every surface
Sensual journeys that end in the spots
That only I know of and attend
With special caresses
The sensual rash
Goosebumps.
I stayed there, for too long
in the cruel arms of a sunset
that had forgotten I was there.
Its wink slowly cast an itchy
blanket over the hope I had found
in blue skies; My skin reached upward,
blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick.
There is little time to waste.
The turn, once again left me in the dark,
grappling with solitude among the masses.
And so I waited for starlight’s touch to
calm the sandstorm in my bones.
Waited for the battle between light
and dark, so I could paint my eyes
with the blood of a new vision
for tomorrow and be ready to perceive
everything that I had once, let slip away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Perched oval moon glared in baleful triumph;
it’s huge, round face turned my bones to goo!
Mr. Orb’s rapt, relentless gaze raised goosebumps;
scared-goo-feet flew, ‘cause, I swear, it yelled boo!
Gray skies and heavy fogs
Gusty wind with hovering calls
Downpour of cold raindrops
Soaking wet oak treetops
Swaying meadows of hilltops
Delighted deer grazing on grass
Green pasture and turkey flocks
Blue pond with two mallards
Pink moon’s gleams at dawn
Silvery-pink dusting on lake-top
Scatters of nippy dewdrops
Chilly goosebumps on arms
Here I am,
sitting at my desk watching an old
romantic comedy on my computer,
the kind of thing I wouldn’t have been
caught dead watching in my youth.
The height of uncool,
the epitome of maudlin sentimentality,
I’d have snorted years ago,
adding an exaggerated eye roll
for good measure
in case the contempt in my voice
failed to register with
the intended audience.
Now, I feel goosebumps
clawing up my arms
and the sides of my neck
like a horde of micro-ninjas,
then, reaching my temples,
spreading out like tiny explosions.
Oh, leave my eyes alone!
Age is destroying my immune system
against emotional viruses
even while it’s aggravating
my chronic cynicism.
Books, movies, songs,
cheesy soap operas,
even fleeting half-thoughts that
invite themselves
into the members-only inner sanctum
of my brain.
Almost anything can trigger
that annoying tingle.
And ‘poignant’ has become one of my
favorite words because
everything feels that way.
Why?
Is it because, after so many years,
life has succeeded in secretly
planting a large cache of empathy in me?
Is it the vague autumnal feeling
that now grips me year-round,
fed by a creeping awareness
of my dwindling reserves of time,
and the attendant sensation that
the older I get,
the faster time flies?
Or maybe I’m in permanent mourning.
For lost time,
expiring memories,
lives not lived,
loves not dared.
And the transient insignificance of it all.
Whatever the reason,
I have to make a choice.
Let my mind
continue to wind down,
or grab it by the scruff of its neck
and wind it
the hell back up!
Decision made.
Some stories give me goosebumps. They are found
in books and films that tell of wicked clowns
or evil children whose cold, empty eyes
cast spells on hapless people all around.
To chase that eerie feeling from my mind,
I spend an hour watching Looney Tunes!
True stories really chill me to the bone.
They tell of senseless murders, pedophiles,
kidnappings, suicides, and child abuse.
There’s no end to the evil in this world.
Fun tv shows can never banish chills
induced by rampant horrors near and far.
Date: November 19, 2019
Contest Title: Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Delilah Ventura
A creak in the night could
Be a floorboard expanding.
A squeak in the darkness...
From a mouse scrambling outside,
A bump in the shadows
Is the cat jumping off a chair?
An iron-gate rattling -
Shaken by the wind.
The neighbours’ dog barking,
Disturbed by a passerby.
That rustle was surely,
Surely not in my bedroom.
If I pull the covers over my head
And hide I’ll be safe until morning.
I hope…
Date: 12/16/2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Forever Remains
Loving you was like staring at sunlight,
thru to another dimension parallel to ours.
Seeing your silhouette through the doorway
in the background, lavishing your look.
The very thought of you
makes me tremble in my knees!
My heart would race every time,
I'd see you from across the room.
I ached and still long for your touch,
the very smell of you,
it brings me goosebumps, still!
My Love, your presence in my life
brought such pureness with it to me.
For the smile upon your face
was so radiant and still is in my heart.
For finding me worthy of making a family with,
our children and their bright faces.
My dear Shannon,
you always will be,
and forever stay in my heart.
Thank you for such radiance;
Thank you, my Love,
for bringing inspiration to my life!
You Forever Remain,
My one Love, R.I.P.
Skeleton quay - abridged for Give Me Goosebumps contest
When the sniper fired his rifle and his faithful canine fell
A second bullet found his heart and he went down as well
Might we stay together, somehow he deigned to try
His last exhale the whispered vow, Lord, we must not die
Army medics took him, in vain, his life to save
His hero German Shepherd in a stoney desert grave
And then his own cremation, yet he remained aware
Ethereal intervention withdrew his corpse from there
Something in his mind just knew his dog was somewhere yearning
Shame the intervention came when he was near done burning
Two thousand miles of skimming clouds or bounding over sea
This canine’s epic trek has brought him to his hometown quay
He only gets to hear him when a crescent moon shines bright
Perhaps they do as ghost ships do just pass by in the night
Each one knows the other’s close, they’ll reunite in time
He’s of a mind to bide his time fighting low-life crime
He prowls the night in shadows twixt the bat the rat and cat
Keeps his hairless cranium hid beneath his tan rimmed hat
And lest he scares the homeless like he's been born out of hell
Behind dark shades his vacant sockets hide away as well
Whilst he has no need for food - he hasn't any guts
He passes time by nibbling packs of jelly beans or nuts
They bounce around his ribcage then trail along the ground
To feed Cedric his rat sidekick who follows him around
It takes a while but then a smile at four wet footprint marks
No phantom howl, a joyous wail and then some playful barks
Man and dog now reunited, distant bond now reignited
Cedric tried it, couldn’t fight it, three good friends now all delighted
And so they prowl the shadows where no lawful man shall dare
Only those of I'll intent shall stand or loiter there
But nothing here shall cause them fear nor get under their skin
A knife glints in the moonlight and they cannot help... but grin.
18 December 2018
For: Give Me Goosebumps
Sponsor : Nina Parmenter
Goosebumps expose exhilaration-bliss
Wonderment shouting from my heart’s abyss.
Tingly sensation victoriously delightful
Indeed, they’re physiologically helpful.
Relieving me from prophylaxis tension
They aid in my comfort room’s exertion.
Sweat release they fulfill in their presence
Midst my struggle to get rid of body’s toxic license.
This biological engagement with goosebumps’ nature
Joyously culminates while I thank God* for well-being’s nurture.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
November 14, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT 3 any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/4/2020.
Her residence is upstairs on a rent;
She lives sole.
She has great passion of playing piano
and mostly plays in the silence of night.
Plays with high strength of mind;
And I enjoy listening it.
The melodies of her piano
drifts me to sweet dreams.
But now a days she is out of town.
And the most frightening thing is that
I still hear the melodies at night.
Moral - Devil exists for real, God exists for real.
- Augastus Black
Date - 1st June 2016