Best Scream Poems
eyes tightly closed
still i see your face
how long will you haunt me
"AI has stolen my words and my imagination. As a human writer, I write from my heart. AI can not steal my heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with." By Poet
With a writers human heart,
writers pen in hand to start.
AI machine that is cold,
made out of tin and not gold.
Tell me this is a bad dream,
before I let out a scream.
Muse and pen will always stay,
a human voice all the way.
I want you to feed me my only fear,
to make a ritual of the ruddy rain I hear
deluge my dreams with Love's broken mirror,
our inspiration fragmented into faithless drear,
to deliver the division of two hearts once near
on a cutting board of Venu's neurotic nightmare,
take me to where yearning is taunted by stoic stare
to the edges of erotic emotion wounded from passion threadbare,
lead me to fear's chasm split warm and wide on a Goddes's tongue of despair,
I need that soul spasm hyperextending the phantasm of my boyish beliefs unfair,
If I could fall in love with you again
a star hunter I'd be, feigning capture in your solar reign
equiped with erogenous eon, violating your violet virtue from within,
I would be your fuel of fury and flirtation, speedily skipping across a galaxy dim,
an unstoppable windfall of cosmic conquest bursting from our indefatigable union,
If I could see you one more time in truth
you'd be a Queen, lean like love keen, sexy as sabotage with no proof,
intuiting when to kiss, and when to kill, dressed to thrill in vermillion fox,
a King me be, knowing how to war, and how to water the woman that gives me shocks,
would throw roses and lava into a world desperate for heros gone mad on Creativity's roof,
I don't know how Love says goodbye,
I don't know how it sounds, how it moves
or know when the Death Dance begins or ends,
how deeply does Love get buried in the pits of private agony,
how will I remember the anniversary of our Dia de Muertos,
will you paint your face like a sugar skull and grin from misery made merry,
a grave robber I will be, rubbing fragrant memory on the lips of our love gone by,
feeding you the fear you've taught me -
J.A.B.
sight...
a prophet's mark unsheathed
radiant, quell the shadow's scream
her lips were never meant for me
in auguries
... blood uncharted
Silence the waves that hit the shore,
Silence the birds they call no more.
Silence the souls lost in night,
Silence echoes no more they fight.
Screams the waves that crash and break,
Screams that cause the thin air to shake.
Screams that tear the soul apart,
Screams that pierce to the heart.
Silently, the screams fill the air,
Screams rising from deep despair.
Silent screams, scream silently.
Silently I scream …. defiantly.
Out in the sun
ice cream runs down
someone’s sad face
Fun will begin
once again, when
the chin is clean,
A few more dimes
just in time, will
buy nine more cones!
Ice cream for all
as we sprawl, in
the shawl of shade
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In honor of Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: "Than-Bauk"
I can hear them from here
Their wails and cries
I can see their tears from here
They are the babies I wasn't bold enough to birth
Babies my stomach wasn't strong to carry
Babies I killed before they saw the light of the world
They were sleeping peacefully inside me
Growing graciously within me
Until I took the pills
And first it was their head
I felt as it dissolved into blood
Each moment of pain
I could hear them asking me
Why Mama?
Why not give us a chance to be the best God wants us to be?
I felt them fighting terribly for life inside me
All I could do was to hold my stomach
As I rounded into a ball in the corner of my sorrow
Then slowly I felt life slip out of them
And slowly the fighting ceased in a loud silence
As I looked down, I felt between my thighs, a fluid
But it wasn't blood, but the dreams and Ambitions my babies could have had
All streaming down my thighs
'My MA and PA will scold me'
' I don't want shame all over me ' I begged
Then like angels without wings, I saw them! All in white
They were two beautiful boys ...
Boys I could have given the best I never had
'I'm sorry ' I uttered
Then slowly they turned their backs and left
And written on the path they stood was
YOU KILLED US.
(This is to children who were too perfect for the world to see)
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Scream, scream, scream,
Before the stomp, stomp, stomps,
He, she, they screamed screamed,
And screamed, at I,
Scream at I which the thoughts,
Of comeback come near, near, and nearer,
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
I hear the stomps, they come closer,
And closer and closer,
Stomp, stomp, stomp
My heart beating faster, faster, faster!
The room, spinning, spinning, spinning!
Times going, gone, gone!
Stomps coming closer, faster!
The screams getting louder, louder!
Stomp, scream, stomp!
Nothings more worse than when you see the,
He, she, they behind the stomping of the stomps,
The screaming, of the screams,
The fire, hell, saddened in the eyes,
Is what hurts most, rather than the,
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Or the,
Scream, scream, scream.
Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness
Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body to hide a terrified world
Dressed in swirling ominous patterns of anonymity
To be lost within the deepest abyss of fatal fear
Planted like a tenuous girder of iron truth
On a bridge of no return
There is no departure from excruciating fear
From this wicked self-imposed poltergeist
An unseen force deliberates death
Smothering with tremulous trepidation
Annihilating the essence of existence
With no bond found on common ground
There lies the secret
Within the mystery of a soul’s distress
The exorcism of human strength
As fear brings the will of life to a standstill
7-12-2023
One sleeps
The other cries
One wakes
The other dies
One slumbers as a nervous moon weeps
The pain slowly creeps and ebbs away
One wakes at the rising sun
Torment invades, inflicting anew
Twenty fours black roses
Hours of the thorn
We laugh, stabbed by flower's scorn
Pain inflicted, by day and by years
He from a tormented hell,
Me hanging from anxieties moon
Scourge grabbing us by the throat
Agony is a universal rickety boat
Life is so beautiful
For the very few
We, of the other side
All suffer along with you
Hugging the pain
Limping in the rain
Letters and words they soothe
The aches they never fully lose
Twenty four poisonous roses
Thorns inflicting horrendous terror
Never ending story
We eat our destiny, and retain no glory
I write with pain and paper
The tears become my ink
I live each day like it's my last
While standing on the brink
My words become my saviour
They tell me where to go
Tomorrow has no meaning
A place I do not know
The paper is my shelter
It hides my past mistakes
My heart will tell me what to say
Before it finally breaks
My soul cries out in sad remorse
But no one hears me cry
No one offers a helping hand
They only pass me by
A poet's words will always scream
Before they disappear
A thousand people will read my verse
But none will truly hear
Midsummer hot afternoon hip
From licking lips of ice-cream drip.
Chocolate and mint I often crave
But strawberry - my old time fave!
Exquisite, palate pleasing taste -
My thrilled tongue twirling, soaked and bathed.
Body and mind of chilling bliss -
Hot and cold dish of ice cream kiss.
Ultimate height under the sun,
Where joy and pleasure melts in one.
Midsummer dream of taunting tease -
Languorous love in heat wave breeze!
June 20, 2022
When you are confused, anxious, in pain, your stomach in a granny knot.
Near the end, nowhere to go, no friends, no family that understands.
"Stand in a field and scream," it helps, they say. I can tell you; it does not.
You've given yourself away; soul, body turned into a parking lot.
It feels like you exist only in a twilight world, a no man's land,
when you are confused, anxious, in pain, your stomach in a granny knot.
When your heart has bled bone dry to leave a shriveled purple apricot,
lover gone, left for another, even worse, you heard it second-hand,
"stand in a field and scream;" it helps, they say. I can tell you; it does not.
You've tried and tried so desperately hard, giving everything you've got.
It's like the walking of the living dead with feet in deep dark quicksand
when you are confused, anxious, in pain, your stomach in a granny knot.
When you've lost all you desire, your love, your life, your home, your Camelot,
and it's become much more than you can weather, tolerate, or withstand.
"Stand in a field and scream," it helps, they say. I can tell you; it does not.
From all I've learned in love and life, and that's a lot, here's a parting shot;
by do-gooders and hosts of influencers, it's often said offhand:
"When you are confused, anxious, in pain, your stomach in a granny knot,
stand in a field and scream; it helps," they say. I can tell you; it does not.
I wish this battle would end today
I’m so tired and really must say
That if you continue
To stress me out
I’m afraid there’s more I can do
Than simply just shout
You say I drive you crazy
And you don’t know why
That I must scream, yell and cry
Well just once
You should hear me out
Then maybe I wouldn’t
Feel the need to shout out
But you must understand
There is a reason to you whys
Why you make ME crazy
And why I easily cry
And I’m not saying
I’m right and you’re wrong
I’m simply saying
It’s getting hard to go on
With this life I made with you
Our home, our marriage
And our children too
I love you all without doubt
But I can’t stand
How you make me shout
And I do not like the way you are
When you say that’s it
And that it is YOU who are tired
For I have put in
One hundred and ten percent
And you may say you love me
But I can’t see that yet
I thought I did when we first met
But that one I haven’t
Figured out just yet
But I know this without a doubt
That the that you make me shout
Just isn’t right
And is driving me insane
As well as it is you
I can see your views
But the problem here
Is easy to see
It is a little bit you
And a little bit me
And together with family
Disaster makes three
That is my view
At this present time
Concluded from the vibes
That I get from you
And if you don’t get
What I’ve been trying to say
Then I hope and I pray
You figure it out one day
For I’m tired of explaining
Myself to you
When all that you do
Is form your own views
I’m sick of the way
I scream and I shout
When you twist things around
And put words in my mouth!!
8/14/2005 3:47 AM
Cry, CRY
Wrench your heart and cry
For those with demons inside
With no will left to try
Scream, SCREAM
Find your voice and scream
For those who live in silence
Who are robbed of their dream
Mourn, MOURN
Beat your chest and mourn
For those lost in the night
Whose hearts have been torn
Wail, WAIL
Tear your clothes and wail
For those with twisted minds
Who seek help to no avail
Weep, WEEP
Close your eyes and weep
For the many living dead
Buried in nightmares deep
Hear, HEAR
Open you ears and hear
The silent cries of the poor
Who cower in their fear
See, SEE
Open your eyes and see
The one who is tormented
That tortured soul is me!
Eileen Manassian Ghali