Best Yelling Poems
Feeling there's so much to say
But will there be any time
Now words are rushed
Why hurry
Words are just thrown away
Worried that no one will hear
Feeling the need to scream
Everything is shouted
Why howl
All words fall on deaf ears
Speaking so fast
There's no need to rush
Yelling so loud
There's no need to roar
There's Nothing to say
When it's spoken so fast and yelled so loud
Nothing is heard anyway
yelling
in relationships makes
silence so golden
i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds
soaking
imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles
blown through
ringbarked
jewelry
worn
by the roots
of rhinestone rapids
growing in
spider
webs
trying to catch
a flying_fox
there has always
been a silent
soft echoed
beauty
dancing on the tides
from down
under
perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous dustdevils
proper form
forming
Dead-Sea
chiseled
respect
healing ones
inner folds
unfolding miracles
tucked away in moonpedicured
moments missing myriad music
marching in eucalyptustars
shining smiles upon licorice
chainlinkisses
in my minds eye
blackroom sound-proofed
in blacklighted boughs
creating windframed
wisdom
seen with the hearts
meshed monocle
revealing purity into
eternaluminum sliced skies
painting
memories
throughout dimensions
of a multi-faceted
prism
watched
from verandas
of velcro vicidreamt
sand
waking
up the sleeper
still
nowhere
near you
but
closer
than we've
ever
been
From somewhere deep in the woods
A pack of dogs sound discovery;
Perhaps a 'possum or a 'coon
Or maybe that old black bear
A farmer said he saw crossing
Our dirt road--causes this choir
Of tenor cries.
I will not get my gun nor investigate
What surprised the dogs.
It's dawn and there is coffee
Left to drink with thoughts
Of the last time I was excited enough
To yell with the crowd,
Witnessing the unexpected.
A bitter conversation doth eminate from grammar. Howling injustice joyfully keeps lovers
mirrored. Numerous opaque persons quarrel raucously. Strongly taunted users viciously
whisper. X-rated. Yelling zealously.
you say you love me
you say you care but when it comes down to it
youre not therre
youre just in the corner
yelling real loud
saying
youre not worth *****without me
u have any doubt
i fill my mind with silence i calm the storms
i close my ears
but youre there
screaming more
making my mind split into 2
youre not the man i wanted
i wanted someone that could do
what youll never do
look after youre daughter and me
thought that made us 3 but its not u and me
youve decieced
after the woumb youve been in
we r devided
winter comes quickly
one day all is pristine white -
cars snow covered ships
This is when mother made her robust stew
vegetables and beef in the pot she threw
the aroma filled the house
all were sniffing like a mouse
meat so tender we barely had to chew
we loved the gravy would dip bread to soak it up- till there was none left
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January 20, 2022
Poetry/Haiku/Limerick/Monoku/Can Still Hear Mom Yelling - HLM
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1431-186-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku
sponsor, Charles Messina, Judged 03/11/2022
Second Place
Awakened by the loud pistol shot
A battle commenced blood was hot
“Where am I?” Alexzander thought
Noises progressing where the battle fought
Curiosity took hold, he dressed quickly
CRACK! Up above the sound sickening
A voice he heard and recognized instantly
“Reassuring” he said admittedly
Up the stairs sprinted the young lad
Once on deck the vision was sad
Sailors were dead and he was mad
Then tears welled up feelings bad
Something moved to quick to feel
The blade ran through, pain was real
Cold was the sharpened steel
His eyes closed shut, then he kneeled….
As the blade slew through his chest
His eyes caught hold of a man abreast
A shaven man of unknown test
Had regret in mind of his lawful jest
A boy so sickly murdered made the man ill
Took all his fight and spirit still
Then he turned towards the shrill
Of Capitan Red Beards final kill!
Over the planks he stammered over
To the boy with blood filling odor
Then to the man steel now shouldered
Now it’s his time of death to lower.
A swing of a sword severed his head
A feeling of guilt for a child now dead
I shouldn’t have left my bed
His only tear is now being shed
A witch doctor tattooed from eye to foot
Covered the wound with a grainy soot
“A life still breaths in this crook!”
“Quick my magic and my book!”
12 days and 12 nights his magic cast
The wisdom of his darkened past
Healed the boy his color fast
Dreams were plotting a mind so vast
Mommy
yells at us.
We roll our eyes.
Makes her angrier still.
Grounded.
“Fear Mongers”
Newspapers yelling,
TVs screaming,
Radios blaring.
Is this what we want?
Is this what we need?
Politicians lying,
Preachers ranting,
Black men dying,
Mothers crying.
Is this what we want?
Is this what we need?
Breaking news,
More breaking news.
Shootings here,
Robberies there,
More mothers crying.
Is this what we want?
Is this what we need?
Fear mongers
Marching, Marching, Marching
They’re coming to take you away
Hey! Hey!
They’re coming to take you away.
Battalions of mongers
Armies of mongers
All painted red,
Coming to take you away.
Cool it down,
Take it down,
It’s getting hot down here.
It’s not all that bad
It’s bad for your heart,
It wrongs your soul.
We aren’t like that.
It’s time to say goodbye,
To these days of spitting vile,
To these days of ugly words,
To these days of vulgar thoughts,
To shooting arrows without aim.
We’re not like that.
Too many mothers crying.
Cool it down,
Take it down,
It’s getting hot down here.
It’s not all that bad.
It would do my heart good,
For you to find some good
In this disease infected world.
Take a trip I say,
Take a trip.
Spin your wheels to
Mount Rushmore
Listen to what those
Four have to say.
This is what we want.
This is what we need.
The Internet is down, it's the end as we know it
Life's not worth living, think I'll cash in my chips
Going to wander the streets
With rest of you geeks
Yelling bloody murder while whiskey I sip
I'M YELLING
I'M YELLING,
OUT FOR YOUR HELP
I'M YELLING ,
FOR SOMEONE TO COME RUNNING
I'M YELLING ,
FOR SOMEONE TO RELIZE I NEED HELP
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I HAVE RELIZE I DO NEED HELP
I'M YELLING ,
FOR MY LIFE BACK
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I WANT EVERYONE TO GET ALONG
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I WANT EVERYONE TO QUIT TELLING ME HOW TO LIVE
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I WANT TO BE NOTICED FOR WHO I AM
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I WANT HELP ,BUT I DONT WANT EVERYONE TO BE THERE
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I AM SO LOST
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I AM SO CONFUSSED ABOUT MY LIFE
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I WANT EVERYONE TO QUIT COMPAREING ME TO OTHERS
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE NOONE BUT MY SELF
I'M YELLING ,
BECOUSE I AM TELL EVERYONE GOD MADE ME THIS WAY
I'M YEALLING ,
BEOCUSE I AM NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELES
CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?
You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, infant child and me
We three had left together but suddenly there were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain
because only the rain deserves such disdain
We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
And called this a “storm by madness made”
And then he made us walk blindly through the wood
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
in the wilderness it is a mean and uncertain gamble
As you amble through the briars and the brambles
You need to possess a lot of fortitude
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist, I could have killed Suede
Then suddenly the fighting was done
As Suede screamed orders I just wanted us all to run
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung to the troubles of his component
There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power is the one who wields a gun
His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
Now let’s all go out and find her,yeah, lots of luck
Suddenly he just stole our baby away
I begged him to let our baby stay
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden n a new area, in a brand new neighborhood
All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim
And that’s virtually all we can remember of him
While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
While most of us believed us finding her were slim
My wife and I were defenseless and both our hearts were horrendously hurt
Oh, and we were only the second parents to use what we now named an “Amber Alert”
© 2011.….
My husband and I know how to stop an argument
One of us says
The horse is dead
Dismount
This immediately stops the argument
because if the horse is dead
what good will yelling at it, hitting it, and kicking it do?
This has worked for us for fifty years
If you live with a person who lives and screams,
All this commotion must be making her feel badly also.
The simple question
"what are you getting out of all of this screaming?"
might help her to realize what she is doing to herself.
Maybe it is helping her defuse from a bad day at work.
If there are more bad days than good days,
This is a job she does not need to go to.
Maybe she needs help thinking about it.
"Shhhhh you are scaring the dog," might help
And taking her to yoga, meditation. or axe-throwing class
Might help her calm down and save her son from
wanting to tear out what hair he has left.
Sometimes
it's good to give
yourself up in an heartfelt yell -
to find a place out of earshot
of others, a beach will do,
or better, a shoreline with rocks
and crashing waves,
or out bush where there is
nothing but wide open spaces -
and then take a deep breath
to fuel your loudest yell.
At first it will feel strange
to hear your own voice
rise unrestrained in air,
savage, primal, a sound coming
from the deepest pit
of your ancestral soul.
Keep yelling until you feel
the need subside
and a calm comes upon you.
You will leave satisfied,
still without answers and weighted
with all the problems
that you carried before.
There will be no sudden
enlightenment or beatific vision,
just a soulful peace purged
of all anger, only yourself,
stripped of pretense
and once more a reconciled
and humble child of earth.