Chills Poems - Poems about Chills

midnight hides a fear that stopped the whizz of the winds chills run down my spine...

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A head cold in December and the sun is brilliantly high pinned to a sky-blue sky. He needs an image for this distressed kind of joy, a banana shaped image full of starch and potassium, one with yellow prehensile lips. He sticks a wet nose out of the garden door. The squirrels are confused, small birds hop around as if they had just won the lottery. He needs...

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Oh, the chills I get when he turns his presidential back! On the thousands left to die in Afghanistan, what a sorry hack. Reminds me of creeps in world history, Who adored themseves, more than thee! He would have been great,on Hitler’s team! Which makes me want to both cry and scream! Stop thinking he would never mandate killing. He has millions...

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Central Nervous System The drugs they give What these drugs do You have no idea Dark Syndrome Weird Feeling Nervous breakdown Micro Poisoning Inner Reaction Unconscious Mind Brain Halt Blurred Vision Body Jamming Silent Death. Note.Suicidal tendency,paraplegia and shocks. Lesson.Symptoms may vary from person to person....

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The tea party guests were warmly welcomed, By Frankenstein and his just-married bride. All their nearest new neighbors had come, To their quaint estate in the countryside. The refreshments were utterly delectable, The cakes and cookies so moist and sweet; But unease among the guests was detectable, Lending chills to the golden August heat! Host and hostess were witty and charming, But there were...

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The little things that we dream Looking forward to be the cream The whispers that we here and The chills that we feel…. We twist and turn, Crush and crumble And wait for the day to cross the hurdle And when that is done, we open our wings And take a breath to see the world, for what it is The fragrance of...

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Every week one of my people sleep, Racial equality is not as true as we think. I’m off from work, maybe I’m a threat, Ahmed Arbery was a target, don’t forget. Chains will always surround me, No matter how free I may seem to be. Land of the free is America’s motto, We lie defenseless and seen as targets. America is quarantined for...

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Thousands of drops were suspended outside the glass creating a haze, Which gave the one that blurred his vision a chance. It tickled while sliding to his chin, Giving him the chills of unease, It left his body aching and wishing Someone would wipe it of quick. This time it was okay If his collar got wet,...

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Shopping, Shopping, Christmas shopping! Enough! I have had enough, It's stressing me out; I gather all the gift lists and toss them into the fire. I pull the plug on the entire Christmas decor and slam shut the doors and windows against a melee of my kith and kin, against a howling wind against a starless frosty night. I wish for the grumpy Grinch to...

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wintertime chile so merry sand castle squeaks duck betrayed by sleet 12/14/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©...

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Winter Chills likely crept up on me I shivered, less than a snowman name Frosty but breathlessly magical than the beginning of ...

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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,...

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Feathered friends...enjoy the breeze On swaying branches...on barren trees When the summer days...begin to close Petals fall...from the sleeping rose Weakened leaves...will shake and fall When autumns chills...make their call Mothers crafts...from broken sticks Nests are filled...with teen-age chicks Spotted fawn...have lost their spots Lovers plan...to tie their knots When autumn chills...blue moon glows Out the...

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icicles dripping on a disenchanted heart stalls it’s rhythm right from the start desire of love is absent to its core like an paradise island without a shore a cold heart remains silent and does not bond remains aloft and does not wish to correspond freedom...

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One Touch, tenderly taking the time needed . . Yet, lips of a lullaby are simply aching to place (with gentleness) ...

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