Screaming Poems - Poems about Screaming

has it meaning or just screaming rhyming or just chiming? words on a page or thoughts of a sage to touch a heart and change hatred to love arrange an artwork coming on just an old folk's song no structure or form is it a poem? Put a trophy on it, a perfectly formed sonnet endowment from Lord God today, considered odd. oh, the skill to have iambs no...

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It feels like screaming underwater. Like I opened my chest, and handed you my lungs. You told me they weren't real. Like I am sitting in a room with the windows shut. Everyone smiling, nodding, laughing, while I am on fire, but nobody smells the smoke. I say what I think, and it echoes back...

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I woke up one morning, To the barren of trees. The sky was blue, yet the silence screamed. What was it that made winters so dry? So cold, so blue, so lost of life. The snow burried dead beneath, The trees cried their leaves away, The birds hiding in fear from the rest, The world only led astray. Who was it who...

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The voices are so loud they’re deafening, They’re cruel, mean and threating, Torturing over and over, night and day, Revelling in what to them is play, Screaming, yelling, pulling me down, I rarely have a smile, instead it’s a frown, The pain is crippling me to no end, But I can’t show it, I have to pretend....

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Looking inside out, I might not be so bad/ Because the world is going mad and I can't be sad/ I should really be motivated, to touch down better/ But this storm I'm trying to weather, I can't let up/ Looking inside out, I just wonder how I look/ Some people think I'm cool and don't see me as a...

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Screaming in Silence In the depths of my soul, a cry echoes through A scream in silence, only You can hear it true Doubts creep in, like shadows on the wall "Is Your presence real? Do You hear me at all?" I pray for sunshine, for light in the night But rain keeps falling, and darkness takes flight My plans, so carefully...

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Barista’s Bakery home of the screaming cupcake I had to rush inside to see what this meant. Screaming was happening in two corners of the room. One boy was devouring a purple cupcake. It was screaming bloody murder. Another couple was gnawing on a carrot cupcake. It was shrieking as if it was in labor. I have to have one I said....

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There is a darkness that tears at the mind like vulture's beaks, ripping flesh from flesh as blood drips down my hands from fingernails clutched to my face in a silent scream of terror I suffer in this dark realm as my mind sees things, a dark demented shadow passing in my mind's eye hunting my soul trying to consume what it can wanting to leave an empty...

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I romanticize the single room without a jurisdiction If only I could filter through a voice of logic over reaction Would it impel my inner child to regress into an illusion? My mind composes a structure but it’s just a series of buildings Some of them unfrequented, some of them abandoned Some of them radiant, some of them...

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There is nothing within these lines The uncaught hand of the fallen Nails digging into a palm That split second chance of connection, lost Gravity and time pulling As I scratch at smooth surfaces Grab at missed holds I couldn't have stopped anyway For my journey is dictated If only I could sit back, watch the view Have confidence in the driver I'm awake again,...

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Screaming inside but all they hear is silence. Not a sound. Don't say it out loud. Don't tell them. Your minds like a carousel always going around. Does it matter? Do they really need to know? Would anyone even notice If you just got up to go? But what if one day that up & go turns to just gone? Wishing someone just reached out making you...

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I scream into the wind in the hope someone Will hear. I Scream into the wind so you hear me far and Never. I scream into the wind in anguish and dispair. I scream into the wind but no one seems to CARE. I scream into the wind but my screaming is In vain Because screaming into the wind does not Take away the pain....

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I wasn't going to say anything in that leafy Lincoln street when you caught me pondering my life and the many ways to die but there was something about the hour that curled like a python as rain soaked down to soft pale skin puddles gorging like cancer screaming our heads off hand in hand seemed the better option...

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life it seems is not without its irony for the screaming bards of Mu Mu Land .. on lounging chairs .. on deep-piled rugs .. just laying round .. reciting verse .. my bards were still .. and known to all .. in whispered words .. as mild as mauve and when they showed me to the door I could sense within creativeness the un-ravelling of...

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Death, an unwelcome visitor in life, Stealing loved ones, causing heartache and strife, We stand there, shattered, as they slip away, Fighting a battle they cannot sway. A million words and tears won't bring them near, We try to hold on, to keep them here. Their loss engraved upon our heart, Leaving scars that never truly depart. I feel as if I'm buried...

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