Chilled Poems | Examples

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lake

            lake

winter frozen lake
ice cracks, frozen bubbles rise
chilled wind, deep blue sky

Sparkling, Chilled Wine

Sparking, chilled wine
is the common drink
we can afford to soothe stress,
it's that wind without a hiss;
the more we drink,  
theless we think!

Lilian asked for a divorce,
her insanity got worse,
her husband married a ****,
a busty hooker strolling
on high heels in Sunset Park!
Lilian tossed his pictures
out of the window, screaming;
she didn't choose to be a widow!

Lilian drank a lot and felt low,
her favorite wine was Merlot,
she's only forty but looks eighty;
alcohol is a slow death, surely!

Sparkling, chilled wine
is good company
to escape reality,
it's time dedicated to relaxation,
a thrill for real improvisation:
a surprise after nine!

I grabbed a bottle
of sparkling, chilled wine
to idle time away
and stay out of trouble;
every cloud was thick and gray,
even silence was unbearable!

Sparkling, chilled wine
is a remedy, not a cure,
it gives one strength to endure;
it's a ray of delusive sunshine!

Ah! Sparkling, chilled wine
is a journey to Wonderland,
to that place close to divine,
where I shed tears on the sand!

Premium Member Chilled in my Retirement

I marvel at my laziness
amused by my lethargy
loving my willingness to be a sloth
retirement has flattened me out
slowed me down
I have gone from type A
to frozen food chill


Premium Member chilled wine

enjoying nature 
sip after sip of chilled wine 
from local vineyards

Premium Member coffee chilled

a chilly perked coffee tale

cube clinked icy beans prevail

cool refreshing sip

summer fellowship

a brewed journey never fail.

Chilled

Where the ice gnaws a brook,
black Ash trees sink waist-high
in the smoking frost.
A chill wind chatters,
my dark coat flaps
like a rook's shadow.


Premium Member Cuties Chilled

chicago cuties
tangerine days of summer
when noon redbird sings

cool burst of sunshine
from the fridge of hot august
its dream turned to dust

flowers are flaunting
crisp tomorrows coming soon
orange sunset moon

Premium Member I Like To Wander

I like to wander, 
Wander where,
The landscape’s wild
And I can breathe fresh-air,
Where the modern world
Can be kept at bay,
Where my anxiety and cares
Seem to melt away,
In fact, I think,
I think ….
I’ll stay.

Premium Member Cold Chilled Weather

Cold Chilled Weather

        Cold weather turned gloomy
        Dark grey clouds hiding Sun.
        Monotony to run
        Absolute dull to me.

        Chilled breeze blowing random.
       Snowy shivering Winter
       took steps to enter.
        Pale Sun shining seldom.

       Drizzling snow flakes: Brittle.
       All snow around outskirts.
       Frosty weather hit heart.
       Wishing warmth a little.

       Bold cold too lengthy night.
        Quivering under quilt!
         Is Winter feeling guilt!
        Dear! Come closer, embrace tight.


     O1/04/ 2022

  Weather

Contest by Angela Tune

Premium Member Chilled

The “Christmas Freeze” of ’83 left Mom’s prize Oleander wilted
Bemoaning its demise, her heart gave way in the backyard
Irony cast its spell in spring and revived the Oleander...
    If only it could have done the same for Mom




*July 26, 2020
For Constance La France’s “Four Lines Poetry Contest”

Premium Member On a Chilled Morn-

on the chilling morn
a feathered butterfly runs
despite the robin 


into the robin 
a feathered butterfly runs
on the chilling morn



6/25/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Premium Member She Went Home and Chilled

Jane's moods were troubling; they drove her insane
They shifted hourly, in sunshine or rain
     Her doc gave her a pill
     He said go home and chill
~ Climbed in the freezer, got ice on the brain

Premium Member Toast Natures Chilled Arm

toast natures chilled arm

chilled hues clad lush limbs
stupefy branches disrobes
sober crystal nudes

2019 November 05

*6th Place*

Sexyku
~~Richard Lamoureux

Premium Member He Chilled

The ball of energy that is inside God, 
Created the world in six days,
On the seventh day, pumped full of Adrenalin, 
He mused in the heavens and plays,
The harpsichord, all covered in gold,
The lilting sound displays,
The mastery that is within a God,
The lasting sound a bouquet,
Of notes, in perfect tune,
That dexterously obey,
Lulling the God within,
To relax and enjoy the day. 


25/10/2018

Chilled

Early November and it's cold
 chilled not stirred down to my toes.

Ice crystals raise on the waterfall
 no longer summer's autumn at all.

Yesterday green and flower appeared
 today wind and frost it sheared.

What will winter have for us in store
 as November takes on wintry roar?

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