Long Yell Poems
Long Yell Poems. Below are the most popular long Yell by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Yell poems by poem length and keyword.
The sorrow in my heart no one knows.
The loneliness of my soul is known only unto me.
The pain I feel is within my head, my heart.
The voices only heard by one.
Like a long playing record stuck on repeat.
Continually running, never skipping a beat.
My silence is a scary thing.
No one knows what to think of me.
Watch me not, look away.
You may find a spark of fear or fire.
I look for no one to get to know me.
So stop, turn, run away, leave me as a mystery.
The silent whispers playing unendingly.
Pulling me closer to the edge of my own madness, driving faster.
If I follow to the left, if I follow to the right, there is no end ever in my sight.
To yell, to scream will that kill the pain.
I know for sure it will not, just the echos will remain.
I have tried to silence the madness; I have tried to slice away my breath.
Seeking to end the pain, seeking to release the voices.
My life sustained, my breath never lost.
It was a lesson well taught.
A will of strength was born.
My powers of will are still unclear, my skill ever growing.
Truth barely touched.
Faith of the unknown becoming stronger.
An early ending no longer sought.
I hate to talk about this subject,,,it usually makes me cry,
and i would rather search for the love in it than to feel the pain inside,
remembering you as you once were, praying with me and tucking me into bed,
singing songs to me and reading me stories, the smiles and laughter in my head,
i remember the heartache and saw your tears the day that mom took us away,
you shut off the smiles, the laughter was gone, our visits weren't the same,
i would always tell you i loved you and you would never say it back to me,
i would smush your face with kisses and hugs and hang on you constantly,
and as the years went by, you still remained to act the same,
so i packed up all of my belongings and came to live with you to stay,
i know your in there somewhere...and i will stay beside you until you can see,
and when i look into your eyes i know in my heart how much you do love me,
somewhere deep inside you..the pain of love took you away,
but daddy, i will always love you, and show you everyday,
i will never leave you, you can get mad and yell all that you want,
you can leave this world kicking and screaming, but you cannot shake this love in my heart,
i will hold your hand until the very last breath you breathe upon this earth,
and i will look into your eyes and tell you i love you, i will always be your girl.
~Life Support~
Welcome New Poet To Poetry Soup,
I offer you a warm smile, in hopes you come back another day.
From the moment I spot your name on the new poet list,
I roll out the welcome mat, in hopes you will stay
I am not afraid of you, I will approach you to say hello
I will Annoy you until you stop by and say "YELL-OW!"
Please have patience, when my ink has no flame
Don't be intimidated by The Poet Destroyer's name,
I'm sweet looking like a lollipop and fun like a kitten
"Warning!" Don't get too close or you'll be smitten,
You can choose to adore or instigate petitions of envy
When it comes to PD
Even then I am a friendly poet, protected by God's loving levee
It's time to introduce myself, call me Linda or PD
Unless, you're in constant warfare for the dominance of poetry
Then by all means, express yourself retard-ly
Verbalize my name, in any which way you like
Call me The Poet Destroyer, when tapping the mic
All though many here know I'm more of a Poet Supporter
A comment crusader, a poetic hoarder
I have no shame in my game,
I give, I love, I treat everyone the same
Unwind, Enjoy all the Xoolness coming to your direction
Inspiration, Contest, Friendly Poets, Poems, and Dedications
I am not a mentor, I'm not a preacher advocating the perfect poem
I am me, original as can be, in time you will seek out my troupe
Reminiscing, over the time I was your first,
Regale with loving respect, don't judge my hunger and poetic thirst
To all new poets I promise, I'll be faithful and follow you like a star
Unless, you forget to put gas while side showing in my crystalline car
Don't worry, New Poetic Poe, I got your back
Taunting you with a copy paste smack
Call it a "--Statement--" call it what you want
I call it, Love From PD, enjoying the community
With a simple hello, and peace out spree
CONGRATULATIONS, to all who made it through the years
Ain't nobody here worth more than you and your poetry
Take this time, and introduce yourself my new friend
Remember New Poet:
If it weren't for you, this place would be 2005 all over again
Always & Forever
Age Of Poet Destroyer
6-24-14
He is not more than four
with the adventurous eyes of a conquistador;
he is rascal but cute,
and with his innocence my rebukes he dilutes!
Little rascal, slowly ride your tricycle down the bumpy block;
be careful not to fall off, and don't turn when I yell, " Stop! "
When I was your age, I did what you are doing now,
and riding fast on grandma's farm...I hit the biggest cow!
Cry when I scold you, it'll teach you a first lesson;
better watch out for danger than get hurt and bleed!
No Spunge Bob's ice cream at six o' clock, if you won't slow down!
I laugh when you say, " I am sorry! " thinking of your treat!
He has a sharp mind, a knock for furious things and all the more he must dare;
and as rascal as he seems, he hugs me when he's wrong...and sadly breaks down!
I am a fair uncle, and I wouldn't punish him for a mischief that he has done!
And pedaling away he gets more thrilled than a clown with fuzzy, red hair!
He is growing up too quickly by the day,
and like a rebellious grown-up...he puts up more resistance,
but if he thinks he'll get away with his childish mischievousness,
aside form being rascal but cute, in a second I'll wisk him away!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Written: April 18, 2025, for contest by Useeking Seeker
Suggested line of inquiry:
“As God’s spark ensouling organic form,
I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm,
divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space and time.
I am love and light, causing heart to chime.”
******************
I'm a susurrus with a dawn-lit smile,
In thanatopsis ballet of storm, yell sporadic.
Boundless, such is the ocean, tied by its magic,
In seraphic settings, I grasp how to guile.
As fire blazes within an obsidian hearth,
Stars convey stories of light and shadow.
Where echoes fear to tread, silence is shallow,
Every morning, a raw beginning will appear.
In the earth's fabric, I breathe and bloom,
Beyond boundaries, lucid dreams may fly.
A sprawling cosmos of light and dark can pry
I am still grounded in this airy, earthy room.
Time flows such as water across my veins.
The universe hums a symphonic tune.
From bright elixir to moonlit dune—
During each ebb and flow, that remains.
"God's spark ignited by our mute breath."
Some unseen cosmic link, firm and profound.
A magnetic fascination storm swirls around.
A gentle whisper of love's boundless strength.
Within my soul, divine pulsation rings.
Subdued by a miasma of seraphic grace.
Eclipsing shadows that time cannot erase.
Through hallowed silence, my spirit sings.
Infinite ties extend across physical chains.
I am molded by the requiem of endless caress.
Crafted in a symbol of light to softly bless.
While the grasp of truth continues to reign.
Into vast areas where humans dare not tread.
My heart swirls in synergy with stars above —
God's glory weaves across boundless love—
Creating an eternal chorus in mercy embed.
Of all the people who knew me well,
My best friend Bud knew me the best.
I always turned into a lout,
Bud always putting me to the test.
It was as if my innards,
Were thrown into full throttle.
I never saw a man yet,
That could hold his beer like a bottle.
Boy I could yell, I would have such courage and might,
Always ready for a fight, I was such a louse.
Uncouth was I,
I couldn't see or walk straight, but I loved my stout.
I started my car without a second thought,
After all, my breath mints were sitting next to me.
If I get pulled over,
I'll just grin and hopefully I wont have to pee.
While sucking on my covert mints,
My liquid courage makes me feel boastful.
The officer already knows,
But he'll use all the resources at his disposal.
The lights are bright,
And the siren is loud.
My eyes hurt,
And then my head, it pounds.
"Hi sir, I stopped you because,
You couldn't stay in your own lane."
"I need your license and proof of insurance please,"
"I'm not drunk," as I mocked with a smile I chose to feign.
"Certainley Occifer...here ya go".
My courage now challenged by the man in blue.
"I detect an alcoholic odor coming from your vehicle,
please step out sir, and follow what I say and do."
"Place your heel in front of your left foot like this,
then walk heel to toe ten times."
In my mind I'm already trying,
To add up all my tickets and fines.
"I can't even do that sober sir,"
Oh I can't believe I just said that!
I stumbled and then I fell,
So In the back of the cruiser I sat.
Where was Bud when I needed him,
It's off to jail I go.
I'll never have liquid courage again,
Next time Bud invites me out, I'm saying "no!"
Something happened that shook the ground
The Hammies were victory bound
Two goals up late in the game
They thought the words of relegation would be tamed
Suddenly, the seagulls started to pest
Not allowing the Hammies a rest
Finding the net, a goal closer the Seagulls did get
Only a few minutes later a bright move was made not using a hand
And the incident put more leverage into the relegation plan
This review situation scene made West Ham yell and scream
What is this said the marooned fan another video replay scam?
All level and if this keep up the Londoners will spend a year with the British futbol devil
Relegation haunts those who play at the Olympic home and this situation is like being biblically stoned
On the bright side
And this is no lie
A whole new league could invade, and they could have much EPL information to trade
Also, if West Ham makes the drop
The losing may stop
Leaving West Ham England Champion on top
Everything Must be Filled
Cavalaire-sur-Mer, June 1945
We lay on the rough sandy oval rug,
A sign outside our window with an electric arrow
Pointed through the window perfectly
To your navel
Which I kissed
Down to the hair line.
You smelled of seaweed and sand.
I rested my chin on
The soft spot above bone
And remembered
How peaceful
A resting place this was.
As I pleased you
I saw a shadow stop under the door-
It is okay to listen.
Anyone can listen now.
We had not yet shared names.
After, we went below to the café.
We smoked the unapologetic cigarettes of your country,
Pouring out our words
Like two waterfalls,
Filling the same void.
We sat on precarious, worn stools,
On chapped skin
Until the late afternoon sea breeze
Pushed us in.
At dusk
We lay on the coiled, tired mattress springs,
Hips and toes touching.
We fell asleep
And shared dreams
And went back and forth
Into the other’s body.
We awoke,
Jolted back,
Startled to have lost
Who we were in the other.
We shared our names then
And pulled up the starchy sheet
And blanket worn thin
From so many strangers.
I am sure you repeated my name
As I did yours.
The noises came in
And filled us-
horns, laughter, a yell,
clinking of coins, glasses and heavy porcelain plates meeting
and the sound
of restless, searching air.
We listened and listened
To catch
Where the world’s heart had stopped
And when it had started,
Again.
Tennis pros are on the courts;
Fans are in the stands.
Silence, we should know, is what
The circumstance demands.
Yet there are those who can't abide
By customs of decorum.
Maybe being quiet for so long
Will simple bore 'em.
So these few clowns feel they're allowed
To yell, with vim and verve,
Some player's name just as that player
Is about to serve.
It's tacky, lowlife, rude and dumb
And violates the rules.
Yet every match is plagued
By these annoying boorish fools.
The players simply pause and wait,
Their concentration shot.
No matter where the match is held,
This happens, quite a lot.
I think that fans should be informed -
This might come as a shocker -
That tennis etiquette is not
Like football or like soccer.
So anyone who wants to scream
When silence is expected,
Should watch the match from home or else
Expect to be ejected.
The river’s running higher than the river’s run before
I knew it was; there’s three feet of it on my kitchen floor
And next doors garden shed came crashing into my front door
But I needed a number two and I could wait no more
I waded to my staircase and I clambered up the stairs
Getting to my bathroom was the biggest of my cares
I did what needed doing and the paperwork was done
But when I flushed ‘my bear’ it came back with another one
And now the water’s rising right up through my bathroom floor
Those two big bears are bobbing between me and that there door
I really need to get out but the pipes have changed the score
For those two poopy bears have been joined by another four!
My loo looks like a fountain spouting such a frothy stink
I’ve got out of the water for I’ve climbed up on the sink
My loo then spouted something that was like a poop from hell
It seems I have a neighbour who is really quite unwell
And then I heard a yell, ‘the water’s going down a bit’
I grabbed a really deep breath and I made a break for it
As I left I turned the gas on and I lit a candle
And swam like hell because the clean up this man couldn’t handle
I got about a hundred feet and then my house erupted
And I got splattered with the stuff with which it was corrupted
If ever this recurs I’ll check the things I should be knowing
Like what goes up must come down… and which way the wind is blowing