Short Chill Out Poems
Short Chill Out Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Chill Out by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Chill Out by length and keyword.
best chill out background
smooth relax lounge endless slow
dream hour jazz chords
laid back saxophone
mellow piano music
coffee aroma
stan sand
Grandma Gertie's grandson's getting married
Though Grandma looks like she's a bit harried
Hey, Grandma, just chill out
No need to cry or pout
New frying pan's for FOOD! -- Why you worried?!
in life’s pause
when boots are kicked off
snow drifts, melts
the hearth blooms
with its blanket flower flames
toasty toes chill out
1/21/2022
Today mice have nothing to fear
I'm quite comfortable sitting here
for it's my turn to slouch
and chill out on the couch
so pass the popcorn and the beer!
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coffee cat café....
calm jazz...morning piano...
smooth chill out music...
instrumental time...
classical...relaxation..
concentration...now...
work pleasure or sleep
a background...out of the way...
cello and soft sax...
stan sand
love is a drug
its a down and a high is lust
love is to chill out
lust has styles
if love is to savour
lust is to pizazz the flavor
ya'll fronting like you know better
wRAP the flow like so : its a down and a high. and a high is lust
chill-out
music
study
relax
café
you
me
see
weed
vapor
season
concept
moments
as
thoughts
evolving
without
within
circle
path
word
traps
knots
which
shake
spears
winging
in-flight
targeting
grammar
re-routed
stan sand
waking up and
baking up
before
we hit the sun
in a hurry
don't you worry
just come along
and have some fun
stop all that lookin'
at what we're cookin'
like we're crooked dudes
with guns
MANnnnn!!!
themz' brownies
not Maui WoW-Wee
chill out
our THC days iz' done.
Indigo, not black, nor brown
not one or tother, coffee ground
It’s plain and simple, the eye to see
like winter’s bark on maple tree
I’m indigo, in mood and skin,
to be this colour is no sin
So to my friends of red and yellow,
just chill out, it’s cool to mellow
When the touch from
a loved child is in doubt,
chill out!
Every child is
precious, it's not an exam we
are not being tested!
An autistic child is not
strange and wild!, an autistic
child can truly be smiling inside.
Give it time and you will receive
that touch of love.
Form:
the smooth jazz café
dark roast and espresso shot
three sugar one cream
served in a dark cup
coffee bean image table
background bach blues band
comfy chill out sounds
smooth relax bossa nova
viola snare drums
cello string upbeat
piano caffeine downbeat
calm sax easy street
stan sand
Coffee in morning
Listening to the news unfold
None stop gloom and doom
Soon, all too soon
The dismal news overwhelms
Must shut it down soon
In the afternoon
I listen to the blues playing
Just need to chill out
As the sun starts to set
I open a bottle of red wine
with the love of my life.
I'm happy my smiling just hit
the ROOF anit NO
coming DOWN my
HIGH is ON cloud NINE
"it's the FEELING" so i'am
gonna let it FLY it's ready to
come DOWN can't
STOP me now because
i'am on a COOL tip
let me CHILL out
before i loose
my MIND i'am out of
control so just let's
GO i can't ease my
SOUL it's the HIGH
that keeps me FLYING
high in the GREEN AND
BLUE sky
My aunt's a fan of "Tea Time,"
Which takes place each day at 4,
When drinks and chips and dips are served
And sometimes even more.
We sit and schmooze and sip and nosh
Before our evening meal.
It's time to just chill out; relaxing
Is the main appeal.
By dinner time, if we head out,
We've had our share of booze,
Our restaurant bill much lighter,
'Cept for refills, if we choose.
If there's something you cannot remember,
How do you know that you forgot?
If you don't know where you're going,
How do you know when you are there?
If your mind is in a quandary,
And those furrows knit your brow,
Let all the others do the worrying,
Let them all blow of steam.
Me? I'll chill out and enjoy my coffee,
With maybe a biscuit and some cream.
© Dave Timperley 27 March 2017
Autumn echoes slowly fade
As Winter footsteps are seen
Natures spirit tamely sleeps.
Brisk wind whined as the magic
Of the feathery snow spins,
Home warm walls keep day chill out.
Sun's outstretch scattered bright rays,
Blending orange-red streaks clouds
Poise over blue free heaven.
Kids dressed warm with wet mittens,
Looking proud of their snowman
With carrot nose and twig-arms.
1/6/2024
If you're off colour
bean bag it
If you're not in the zone
couch it
If you can't center it
spa it
How is your mental furniture?
It says a lot about you
if anyone should see it
who would you allow on it
should anybody need to
Mental furniture in your head
the place you go to
to chill out, relax, regroup
it's your inner therapy
not everyone is extroverted
though that's the trend
what shape does it take
inside your head?
Son said he’d cook a meal
Relax mum, chill out and take the weight off your feet
It’s a deal!
I smell burning
I leap out of my comfy seat
Churning
Meal burned
Mother’s day treat
Spurned
Son said he’d cook a meal
I leap out of my comfy seat
Spurned
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Oops. That was a very big tumble
Now everyone around me mumbles
I didn't mean for it to show
But everyone went woah
Nonetheless, it was still a big fumble.
After all, what dropped was my mallet
It priced at all i had in my wallet
Now all they feel is fear
Even though it’s just a sphere
It’s not like its a gun and a bullet.
People need to chill out
They just don’t see my clout
This is harmless
Because I’m armless
So as they watch, I sit here and pout.
On Strike On The Dock
I didn’t have time today.
I was shopping very late.
People went on Strike.
Run for your lives.
Let's raid the grocery stores.
They bought up all of the toilet paper.
Let’s just panic.
Wemight run out of ass wipes.
O’ my.
Just trying to survive.
Raid the dollar store.
At gunpoint, that's my toilet paper roll.
This is madness.
How long will this last?
Everyone needs to chill out.
I guess we ran out of paper towels too
ode to Hoopoes
Must be a bird, to fathom a prodigy
Mundane eyes do not often look up, high up to find any silhouettes anymore.
They do not often chill out with the loneliest kite
Soaring high with the tilted sun, a day is touched in deep around the eve
After Nemo is served, you may strum along your new thriller, blessed by Steve.
Any chapter that travels with you, sits there for a while
keeps you warm underneath the blanket, to fix a slip, meanwhile.