Best Screaming(A) Poems
A Poem of Sex
A poem of sex
But not in this text
I just used this title to see
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If you would come
Looking for fun
And open this poem by me
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You will not find
Words of that kind
No moaning passionate steam
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Two of the night
Not in this write
All of these verses are clean
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Lips locking soft
Hearts now aloft
Maybe what you did expect
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Candlelight flame
Screaming a name
Glistening skin, beads of sweat
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Sensual sighs
Quivering thighs
Erotic moments to trace
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Euphoric throes
Fingers and toes
Sorry you’re in the wrong place
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None of that here
Let’s make it clear
Nary a stanza reflects
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Words that you see
Written by me
Titled, “A Poem of Sex”
Well, it is against the rules...right?
Categories:
screaming(a), love, sensual, sexy,
Form:
Rhyme
It can’t be art
Spun in a windstorm of caustic insisting
Plastered like mud on the walls of Pompeii
Frescos of joy before charcoal was misting
Writing in ash, catastrophic display
Poetic spittle once cast to the broken
Scribbled in diction now smeared in the rain
So many follow yet nothing is spoken
Below these skies with the cherry red stain
There in the distance a magpie is flying
Scavenging wings while you shout from the ground
Screaming a truth midst the unending lying
Circling nightmares of places you’re bound
Can it be art if it’s not as remembered
Past of the days when you pissed in the snow
Spelling your name as your mother was watching
Turning in shame as if she didn’t know
Damning Picasso for changing direction
How can a nose sit so far from the face
Pollock’s spilled paint way beyond your detection
Charging a gallery, demanding your space
Photo laced albums of cellophane pages
Developed by hand in a room with no light
Look at these kids and their digital stages
Feigning creative, it just isn’t right
Does this explain every tactical action
While you count blocks as if streets don’t exist
Pulling a woodpecker’s tail to get traction
Hiding the reason you just can’t resist
You say that art can be all that we’re thinking
Then in the same breath you say it’s not true
Often we wonder if you have been drinking
Make up your mind, it’s the least you can do
You are all artists, yes you who are reading
Writing your words that you put on display
Spilling your heart while emotions are bleeding
It breaks my heart when I hear someone say
It can’t be art, all those losers are dreaming
Seeing and clicking and sending and such
Downloaded images, videos streaming
When the truth is, you are just out of touch
Categories:
screaming(a), angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Seeping through families of oaks,
Surrounded by pines, laurels and all…
Gentle leaves, so alive – yes, they breathe,
Silent like the peace I find here,
Enclosed in their embrace,
Soft music of dove and robin, praising,
Ever praising with their easy tweet,
Tempering the woods with their melodies,
So old, yes, so old…
Breathlessly praising,
Stirring the wonder often lying,
Secreted beside cool streams,
Abandoned by moss-grown stones,
Laughing, gurgling, gushing…
With liquid wonder, blessing spirits,
Risking their most intimate beauties,
Lingering in amused giggles,
Calm as the silent grace…
Gentling the wind, the wind’s faint
Struggle to bring with it,
A sense of God’s music, His mystery,
Hesitating to break through,
Intensity, powerful as the cloudless skies,
Yes, those cloudless skies…
Escaping the darkness of a lazy afternoon,
Screaming a warning, rumbles of thunder,
Defeated by the flashes of lightening,
Blazing across the silk sky,
Glancing over the aching trails,
Strewn with dried leaves, maples,
Poplars and oaks, pine needles,
Moments expressed…
Soundless colors, shimmering
On the edge of a prayer,
Mostly peaceful, but ever aware…
God is there – oh, yes, He is there.
Like the wildflowers,
Scattered on the distant dreams,
Unfolding blossoms for the soul,
Flourishing buds,
Crimson and soft, buttery blond,
Violets, wild and willful,
Pondering the sense of joy,
Magnificent…
Breaking through the seas,
Seas of laughing scenes, lonely –
Never lonely in the forest,
Where I go for the stillness, the calm,
The lingering touch of silence,
Blessings from One who knows me,
Knows just what my soul needs…
These forest walks with Him,
Who gives me a reason to believe,
Believe that I can find solace,
In the music of this melodious forest!
Categories:
screaming(a), appreciation, flower, nature, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Zillion supporters screaming, a loud buzz,
Yearning to return home cheered by victory.
Xerox machines preparing the next day’s papers; Max
Wit for the shame or fame of a member of the show.
Violent vitriol from commentators like engine rev
Unites with supporters’ glee at likes of Eto’o or Kanu
To spur skill at each minute to get even one stunning stunt
Spirits soar, sink, so it is, for here serenity bores.
Roulette, lifté, counter-attack by one party raising the roar.
Quick kick! Oh no! Replay?! Why not? That must join the FAQ
Pray the corner kick slays the opponent; oh that header was sharp!
Oh he missed that goal again! No replay?! Hell no!
No! Now he’s channeled that ball too late for the man,
May the coach coach correctly and call him to quit the team!
Leave the pitch you little loss-bringing imp! LOL!
Khaki-wearing “messer” I can even get your reek!
Just as our jests are about to milk out laughs, I couldn’t find a word to end with “J”.
Instead I had a whole lot of them J-starting words. So I
Hunched to think, but then looked up at the BROOHAH:
GOAL GOAL!! Oops the scorer is the "Mr. Bug"!
Fooled? No, I’m still for him leaving,( Scoring oaf!)
Even though this elation, release and joy, came from his device!
Defensive tactics, offensive backing up, I can almost get mad
‘Cos the best defense is attack Doc!
Bye losers, we took this easy. Supporters bob
Away, and the whole stadium sleeps in the starlight bathed by mother Luna.
(c) Nyonglema
Categories:
screaming(a), cheer up, culture, encouraging,
Form:
Abecedarian
As the world shifted and divided from whites, Hispanics, and Asians and of course African Americans due to pointless killings from the men in blue, the police. Blacks stormed through their cities protesting and looting. Burning down buildings and franchises that begin to mean very little to them. Blacks from all ages march with angry eyes and balled up fist and crying hearts that beat to a tune that sounded of "justice" Surprisingly non-blacks marched aside of them showing a caring side for once. But it still was not enough to move the cold heart of the president. He sit on his throne in deep thoughts with eyes or anger toward this. He made statements on shooting the looters if it continued. As the looting kept going along with protesters the army got involved as the president stated with not intentions of bluffing. All over the world blacks protested screaming a triumph or peace and justice with tears that many prayed would reach the most high. Right before the army front line infantry pointed their guns at all the black men which was instructed by the president to do so. A loud Now was shouted! Boom!!! Bang!!! they started shooting but every black person who stood in front of them or watched from their homes on television or from across the globe all of a sudden disappeared. The president watching from his throne suddenly swallowed racist hate like spit and his mouth dropped. The army men whom where black was not at the side of the white or Hispanic or Asian shooter nor in the tanks nor in any military to service. They vanished in the blink of a eye. White protesters searched for their black friends who they stood with, with love and a caring heart. Then a old man with a wooden stick that he used to help him walk, with white wool like hair and skin like bronze and his eyes made every one shake in fear. His eyes were like a flame of fire. He then walks up to the army and looks up at the president looking down from a far and he whispered but his whisper was loud touching the ear of all whites and Hispanics and Asians across the globe.
Are you happy now?
Then this mysterious man said. One should never aim to rule nor remain attached to a secondary world. I shall see you all soon and he whispered again softly that only the president could hear this.
"Revelation 13:1-18"
Categories:
screaming(a), care,
Form:
Free verse
This is my Homophone contest submission
Ewe No A Lyre
their once was a man with a bore
who worked down at the local bizarre
the bore eight corn colonels four lunch
and blew genes whir awl the man war
owe the bore eight serial two
from a plait unlike me oar ewe
we wood knead a bowl and a spoon
ore a mop wood bee totally due
won fine weak day mourn wile working
he brood tee four the men who maid toys
making tee and giving assistants
was that witch maid the mane men
his buoys
his gnu fame was nice
and it urned hymn
a day too lien back and relax
sow he went strait too his sweet
and wile still on his feat
he eight mince, mustered, pees and bare meet
at work he aloud his ant two chute bawl
butt four know obvious reason at awl
she through bred and plumb pi at
the goal
he chaste her aweigh
butt owe my he felt sow bad
sew he cent her to scents and a flour
and aloud her two come back inn an our
the gilt she felt
brought her pane
four she new she ode hymn sew much
she gathered her teem just inn thyme
two sing thank ewe sow very much.
win he herd the whey
they whir singing
it brought a tier too his I
he ran too the gait
two waive wildly
wile screaming a hi pitched buy by.
by Rochelle Harris
Categories:
screaming(a), confusion, humor, imagination, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
The forgotten memory
Years ago I received a video from a place I had left I put it in a drawer
where it languished for years, yesterday I played it an eerie a part of
a history I had forgotten, yet it didn`t stir my emotion seeing me when
I was young and all the other people in the street it appeared abstract
most of the people moving about talking, dancing, and laughing were
with a few exceptions, long time dead.
Later what I had forgotten floated up as broken pieces of a puzzle that
made no sense . A beautiful girl why did he behave so bad towards her,
screaming a glass with high stem broke in my hand I called her a whore
my jalousie was a crescendo of uncurbed rage, I try to remember more
but only see blood on a table cloth mine?
The embryo not born had upset the galaxy and the blessed amnesia
Descended, the first act was over my first love had gone, streets are grey
after rain. I threw the video into the fire I don`t want to shed tears for
the hopelessly lost.
Categories:
screaming(a), candy, cat, character, childhood,
Form:
Blank verse
the reasoning the fishing in the trenches
beyond tire swings and monkey wrenches
follies crawl behind the hanging logos
of unseen filth across 124th street
tassels dangled above an oasis
of fine dining and soiled linen
over the board rooms covered
in a mesh of purple mustard
beckoning ancient aura solid creed
coming throughout hidden rivalry
tampered with ankara's answering service
gravely time passes abaundantly
coarse and yet shunned quietly
we remember the malitia moreover
we began a new wearing gray hoodies
offering our youth to silent the storm
that brewed inside a percolator
pot of copenhagan snuff chewing tobacco
screaming a cure for cancer shall rise
over bob marley's tears as we munster up
courage a courage of faith challenged
behind the wrecking ball of ground zero
we count one more time mon
freedom will soon come
in our most sinful hope
Categories:
screaming(a), allah,
Form:
Qawwali
He awoke to the sounds of his alarm
Tedious sounds he heard bearing arms
Though gunshots blazing through his spine
The sounds of his are now yours and mine
His dead weighted arm hit the clock
The sounds disarmed for now it stopped
Back to war with his own prudence
Back to spar with the sounds of sense
Again the rat tat tat of the alarm
Played as though the taps of the army's song
The noise of never love to end the charm
Of escape from his cave beyond his own wrong
The alarm grew louder and more vicious than before
It spoke to him as if the Raven were in lore'
He could see Mr.Poe writing wills of the torn
As the ring of his lover fell from high above Heavens door
Rat tat tat, there is goes one more time
Rat tat tat, in its constant devil chime
Revealing my true wit as I laugh at the mourned
For now is the time the Raven is re-born
The alarm clock from my bed side table of sleep
Lay screaming a poetic ring in a forbidden beep
What once was a crow perched high on my door
Is now is never time as I sleep through Lenore
The black and white images of the lonely mans bird
Lay now in a rainbow as the dust wore down the third
For dimensions tell the tale of my dreams own lure
For dimensions tell the crow to die now in her slur
As she speaks to me again in the rat tat tat form
What was once perched high in her time now is in scorn
As she lays down low next to me in my bed
And her name is not Lenore but Mary Jane instead
Categories:
screaming(a), art, time, time, me,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a garden where I wish to go,
Up on the ridge of Hunters Glen row.
Where peace and quite work as a team,
with various gramineae simple and green.
Up on the hilltop, where the green grass grow.
Trees of all shapes are remarkably lean,
loosing leeward leaves in falls last scene.
Brisk north winds bellow like a hound,
sorting leaves of color scattered all 'round.
Up on the hilltop, where the grass is clean.
The autumn moon gleams in this cloudless sky,
moving, weaving, screaming a soundless cry.
Shadows are dark in this moon lit alcove,
touching our plants with a message of love.
Up on the hilltop, where the green grass lie.
Categories:
screaming(a), natureautumn, green, moon,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Eyes have gone cold
making a statement bold.
'Dont get near me.
not if you want to continue to see.'
Skin turned rough
she appears tough.
while melting inside
No matter. the pain will hide
greiving the loss
agony clings like moss.
with no give or sway
smothering me through the day
The ghosted hand on my back,
I still crave it throught the lack.
the caring touch of a friend,
followed by words to mend.
Music in all the time
hiding my heart's grime.
afraid of what you will find,
hidden by the pattern I assigned.
Face covered in a colorless mask,
energy restraint is quite the task.
Forbidden memories spill out of my eyes
I wipe them away, giving off more lies.
time wont wait for me,
emotions can't be free.
submerged in work,
emotions can burke.
Sitting silently on the bus
at least the quiet is a plus.
yet with that comes a con,
a pained wail always on the dawn.
Painting a smile on my face,
spewing happy words to fill the silent space,
perfoming for the crowd,
with joyus lines avowed.
A tear-stained pillow sits on my bed,
Awaiting a new drowning from my head.
Flowing words and tunes
soothing and caressing my moods.
Every sunrise brings hope,
but by sunset Im struggling to cope.
torturous day by tedious day,
I retreat more, with less to say.
eyes glued to a screen,
the aleged dream of a teen
not enought to muffle my screams
haunting me in my dreams.
Wake the next morning,
let the mirror be my warning.
I place the mask over my face,
not leaving a trace.
Coming home from the day,
tatteres of my mind astray.
Mask on still but worn,
heart shattered and torn.
I lie down to rest,
Curled up in my soft nest.
Safe, but alone
Tears streaming, cover blown
I fade out
riddled with doubt.
screaming a silent shout,
acceping the blackout.
~Dreams take control
~As I let go
Categories:
screaming(a), angst, change, emotions, hurt,
Form:
Quatern
Jagged rocks that tip my balance,
Vein like roots that trip my feet,
Branching weeds that scratch my legs,
The chill of the wind that steals my heat,
The steepness of this endless mountain,
The wanting, longing to reach the top,
The feeling that I can’t go on,
I need to let my body drop.
I see the end, the wind grows stronger,
The mountain seems to flatten out,
I can succeed; I’m almost there now,
My heart is screaming a silent shout.
The feeling of success is sweet,
The sky above, so baby blue,
I finally made it; the pain is gone now,
My prize, my cure: the enchanting view.
Categories:
screaming(a), angst, hope, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
The wind calls my name,
Silent whispers of freedom to seek.
It takes me to a special place,
And now i know there's more to life than what i see.
A place where the butterflies flutter,
And the grass is green.
Where i can hear the trees sway to the melody,
That the angels sing.
A place where i can be myself,
And never get judged.
Where i can uncover the burden,
Clear everyone's mind of hate and grudge.
A place where I am my hero,
So I can never get let down.
So I can save the heartache and pain of all the people,
You know what goes around, comes around.
A place where no one is better,
Than anyone known to man,
Where people think of themselves of equal,
And try to think if they were in the other hand.
A place where there's more beauty,
Than pavements and city lights.
Where there's more to live for,
Than money, things they "need" to buy.
But this is all nothing but a hopeless attempt,
To believe that this message will ever be received, or even known to be sent.
All this make-belief is running through my head,
I open my eyes, I'm awaken in my bed.
The parents are still trying,
To raise me and still keep a home.
The people are still fighting,
Screaming a cry in the hateful tone.
Outside my window, The earth is still paved,
I couldn't see nature for miles away.
The robbers, still robbing,
Just another child trying to fit in.
Their parents don't care,
As long as they get the money to spend.
Nothing worth living,
No Beauty, No Peace.
And in reality,
I know there's not more to life than what I see.
Categories:
screaming(a), angst, fantasy, passion, political,
Form:
Free verse
From the infinity of the hidden windows the cuckoo cooing ushering the morning through the darkness
Feroz has just set fire to the oven, and his brief body cloth he stretches to cover his ears and face
There is still a chill in the wind. Baby leaves are yet to deck up the bare skin of Neem trees
The oven is lending heat to the two street children
The birds' chorus seems never-ending
Flames glisten in the elliptical eyes of the children
In the cotton trees, the flowers have just begun reddening
The glow of the flame tinges the sharp face of Feroz
In the two eyes sits the expanse of struggle
From a distance, wafts a smell of rose
Sounds of sips from the teacups in a circle
Suddenly there was a commotion a few houses away
Ambulance
The quiet of the morning has gone haywire
Profuse tears and loud screaming, a flea in the tea
Nadir or zenith, you are beside me
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24 February 2023
Categories:
screaming(a), life, light,
Form:
Free verse
Before my fallen wings I plead
Let me carry out this deed
Find a love in desperate need
Of a white knight on a steed
I already have a girl in mind
Are souls have met forever bind
Lost in chaos, torn in time
She is my melody for this rhyme
If you let me lover her now
I'll go into the lights shroud
Commiting no unspoken vows
Salvaging a princess leaving proud
In her unrest she might die
I feel compelled to save a life
There is no reason or a why
She can't be happy as a wife
A guarding angel I am to her
Send me to your beautiful earth
To enter a chance for rebirth
I am the remedy for this curse
I am speaking to the grim reaper
I need a miracle before I sleep sir
Letting you chase me creeper
Into the darkness ever deeper
Permit me to adjust my sails
Select a crew that never fails
Live through all the grails
Have a romance found in fairy tales
(her)He must be big and strong
Massive shoulders to carry on
The work that's hard and long
To keep me safe and right the wrong
I am sad to be like this
Crying moping and drawing a fist
To the sky, screaming a list
Of my problems little priss
Out of the shadows he came
Bearing white, massive the same
Hushing me to comfort and explain
His business here, also his name
(Angel)My name is Micheal a worrior man
Here to change your coarse of plan
Bestow upon you an awakening fan
That keeps alive with a tan
Escape with me out of this place
Hurry, run, lets make haste
You'll remain dignified and chaste
Where no one can hurt your darling face
We could live somewhere exotic
Live the dream with love erotic
Just be us, excluding the chaotic
To decline is said to be idiotic
Grab an extra shirt and pants
We'll leave right now, expose this chance
To take hold of something with a glance
Of humanity with a slight reminisce
(girl)Alright, we can go
Somewhere warm minus the snow
Sleeping by the fires glow
Seeing more than we know
Somewhere I can where a dress
Running wild without the stress
Enjoy having emotional sex
With a man big in the chest!
(Micheal)You have made the right choice
I admire your sweet tone of voice
The way you walk and your poise
This is our moment relax, rejoice!
To this day I do enclose
A vacation that I propose
You could wear little clothes
Pushing away all your foes.
Crushing and deystroying all your demons!
Categories:
screaming(a), caregiving, happiness, imagination, love,
Form:
Ballad