Best Shouting Poems
Shouting out with glee, infectious love has power shown
Russell Sivey
The world is shouting non stop
Voices from deep in the wilderness,
And voices from valleys above the mountains
Shouting for prayers to be heard
And for lives to be dignified once more
The world is shouting without pause
Parents shouting with broken hearts
Children shouting with sad tones
Calling names in their shattered dreams
For love to enter field of play
And for justice to reappear in their lives
Neighbours are shouting in their broken homes
Hullabaloo in the middle of the night
Communities longing for hopeful times
Shouting in their quest to overcome obstacles,
Shutting every door to their emancipation
Every creature is shouting for goodness sake,
Craving for joyous celebrations
Shouting for respect in their valleys
Crying for peace in their backyards
Pleading their case on the face of the earth
Shouting with dignity for heaven to listen
SOMETIME I FEEL LIKE SHOUTING---WAKATI FULANI NATAKA KUPIGA KELELE-
katika mwanga wa jua-
hata katika mvua
Bwana nataka kupiga kelele jina lako
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again, again and again
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again and again
Lord I feel like lifting you up in praise
Oh, Lord feel like lifting you up in praise
Again all day always...just want to shout out your name
in the sunshine-
even in the rain
Lord I feel like shouting your name
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again and again
Again all day always...just want to shout out your name
in the sunshine-
even in the rain
Lord I feel like shouting your name
For you suffered for me with your strips I am free;
Savior you died for me
And in the darkness, in the pain
Lord I feel like shouting your name
God the Father, your Son Jesus came and washed away my sins
Lord I feel like shouting your name
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again and again
katika mwanga wa jua-
hata katika mvua
Bwana nataka kupiga kelele jina lako
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again, again and again
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
8/16/05
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2005, 2019©
The cactus hoovers like a bully daring to be touched. Another cactus of a different type blossoms briefly.
The vegetable garden lies bare this year and wonders why. She doesn't understand that when I sometime grow weary, weak, and worn reaping such small tomatoes, I take a break.
The roses stand erect longing to be photographed. The Iris has had their say and returned for the season. The lawn was beautifully green a few weeks ago, but she looks at me now as she slowly turns brown and pleads for water, forgetting that in summer, I prefer brown, not green. I promised that I would keep her cut and trimmed, but not green.
The fruitless mulberry waves her leaves, standing ready for summer shade. The peony, who doesn't care for high temperatures, is feeling the May heat. I will inform her in a day or two that she will soon join her sister in a more desirous, suitable, and shady place and be transplanted into a large flower pot. She is thriving so well. I must not fail her as I did last year by not being dutiful and prompt enough to provide her a new home.
In back, the Rose of Sharon tree is begging to be noticed. Underneath the tall palms, the plums, peaches, and nectarines are showing signs of a bumper crop this year. Water is limited and scarce; but trees and plants are thriving, and life is shouting!
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Save me save me the trees got shouting,
The humans only kill; they did not know how to heal,
No all humans do not kill,
There are some people ready to heal.
Think how you feel when someone kills you,
There is no one to help, no one to heal,
There is no place for us other then hell,
Think how you feel when someone kills to sell.
There are so many things that I can see
Save the trees, save the earth
we are the guardians of nature’s birth,
Let’s pray us all for our mother earth.
I slaughtered a goat
and placed its meat
in saucepan to cook
but to my surprise
he shouted at me;
“You slaughtered me,
a lot of pains I felt,
into pieces you sliced me,
again you place here,
in hot merciless oven!
What is wrong with you?”
You can’t blame God for this fiasco
Only mankind could dream up this scheme
Politics has never been so low
It’s very hard for truth to be seen
Faith in our system’s gone from good to none
Our eyes blinded, and our spirits broke
Once all the mudslinging had begun
Whatever they said became a joke
Get out, cast a vote because we must
Even if you would rather say no
Whatever the outcome, we’ll adjust
Search for the truth as forward we go.
How will we be seen by others, I ask
Let’s pull together and rise to the task.
When all we hear are the empty promises and lies,
That leave behind broken hearts and shattered lives,
When trust was all gone and hope is lost,
What am I fighting for now and who really pays the cost.
you never once said your sorry then you would do it again,
Why did you keep attacking me, You kept it up I wouldn’t give in.
When I was older I knew I never made any mistake,
It's too late now for me you had sealed my young fate.
I have to be strong so you will answer at God’s gate
You scared me I know but can’t touch me anymore
My hate for you gets more as I still settle the score
I feel the struggle everyday as I try to keep you away
I am getting stronger and I will get my Day!
Been blessed with a very sensitive nose
Drawn to ladies who smell like a rose
An intense attraction
As I leap into action
Shivering and shaking right down to my toes
Can you hear it?
Not that anybody presses so,
But still,
There they are.
Their obnoxious shouting,
With twitching countenances,
A purely inconceivable demeanor
Consisting of nothing
But insanity,
Lust,
And overall
Ravenousness.
They used to walk,
Walk inside,
And back out again
Ever so orderly.
Gloriously gallant guards
Protecting the central base
Of their livelihood.
Now,
They scramble
Writhing,
Self-penalizing,
Wriggling with utter chaos
As the lot of anxious,
Swinish abominations
That we now realize they are.
That we are.
I wasn't their for your wedding
you won't be their for mine
right you are
right you are
aint nobody inviting you
bet' not come up in here
aint nobody getting
maried round here
aint no body getting married round here
that chic you wiff she's ah sucka
punk like you
wiff ah gal like that
man that's a pretty gown
did you try it on
aint noibody getting married round here
aint know body getting married round here
whats dat is
them lacey drawers you got on
aint nobody gettin
married round here
aint nobody getting married round here
said we gone practice
you showed me your thong
aint no body getting married round here
aint no body gettin married round here
i don't like you
geuss you know I never did
aint nobody getting married round here
aint nobody gettin married round here
shuff damn and shuffle man
bet you thanking diss
aint nobody gettin married round here
aint nobody gettin married round here
Anger a fierce emotion,
Quietly seething the blood boiling,
Anger shows when upset,
It comes out in many ways,
Yelling, hitting throwing things,
A missile flying duck there are more to come,
A slap never solves anything,
Yelling just walk away,
Talk things through that's the best way.
I feel a choir of raw throats shouting hoarse warnings and then quieting,
Leaving a nervous stillness trembling on the lips of the morning,
Or riding the scrolling text at the bottom of the TV screen.
Something is wrong.
There is a restlessness seeping like mist from the lesions
Of the carnage yet to come, a slow decay,
As if all of life waits with bated breath for the moment
When the finger tightens on the trigger of imminent chaos.
And yet, good people go about their lives,
Whispering prayers in quiet corners, helpless,
Angry, or for some, a numb indifference,
Yet somewhere, hidden in the voids behind their minds,
A shadow stirs from its sleep,
Preparing to rise from the bed of silence. Elsewhere,
Across a nation, more and more cries remain trapped
In the throats of the fallen.
Something is wrong.
I feel the weight of the veil of a starless night,
A veil cast over thoughts, a curtain of anxiety,
And in my mind, a melancholic song drenched in shared human fear.
A faint light slips through the cracks of a broken soul,
Casting shadows in the mental alleys, an eternal dance of hope and fear.
Looking around, I see eyes laden with endless questions,
Reflecting the past and the unknown future, a kaleidoscope of doubts
Interwoven with every silent step, every blink of frozen life.
This persistent unease, an invisible specter,
Haunts my consciousness, a reminder of what might be.
A silent call, where the heart dances in agony,
An elusive respite in the tumult of thoughts.
I wonder if this feeling, this sense that something is wrong,
Could be the silent cry of a profound reality,
Whispering to me from the shadows of existence.
In the flow of my consciousness, I wander endlessly,
Searching metaphors and magical visions,
Hoping to find an answer in the labyrinth of the soul,
For I am bound to this song of unease, waiting for dawn to bring clarity
And to heal this crack in the fabric of life, a sign that perhaps, one day, all will be well.
In the mystical twilight of my thoughts, shadows and light
Weave a ballet of ethereal whispers, each movement a living metaphor,
As dreams and fears converge in the silent depths of being,
Revealing secrets hidden in the vestiges of night, awaiting the promise of dawn.
Shouting at their profit clouds
I have been on the left all my life
Our leaders war in Vietnam inspired me
As a young man, facing conscription
Then Labor was elected and saved me from jail
Or killing people I did not know
For reasons unfathomable
To my young mind
I was too young to vote
But went to Labor
Or rather its left
And found the branch meetings boring
Uniformative and superficial
I went to protests
But the economics and law I was studying -
To change the world no less –
Consumed my life, my thoughts and my ideas
And led me to work in the tax office
Where I met my wife
Through a union meeting
And an action group
With revolutionary socialists in it
And found a new world
That explained the one we lived in
I became a revolutionary
And have been for over 40 years now
Fighting the enemy, their class and its hangers on
Our victory would not be long
But I was wrong, it is eternity
We remain unfree, all of us
We kick up little fuss
As a class or even as
Disconnected event protesters
I wait for the explosion, here and elsewhere
Because I care and am a socialist
Democratic and revolutionary
Where we become our parliament
For the people, not the one percent
My dream remains alive,
In my mind and that of some others
And occasional outbursts of strikes
And big protests
That upset their status quo
For a little while, too little a time
And I rhyme my way around
Another poem,
Just a person
Shouting at their profit clouds
Aloud,
Standing too alone
Until we all join together
Against them
Then we can be free
R-ight decision is made,
E-rror is taken away;
I-t's all over but the shouting,
G-reat outcome makes your day.
E-very doubt has faded into the wide blue sky;
N-ew hope is smiling, as the beacon rises high.
R-esult is absolutely clear,
O-n August twenty-third morning;
S-olid faith has made it,
A-s it's all over but the
S-houting.