Screaming Poems

An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion in northern England on 22nd May 2017 killing at least 22 people and injuring many there was a massive flash and then a bang and smoke all around hundreds of people

I see fire in your soul I see your tears raging I see your face crumbling I see you standing all quiet I see fire and dark clouds You’re standing all alone With a tiny shawl No one even stops

T’was late at night when a knock came at the door: Not much could be heard, but the sound of a snore. When the old man suddenly awoke to his feet Angrily screaming and cursing, like never before. “This better

To those profound little eyes every gesture espy, The tiny mind suspects all odd Alike little Alex was, with his ceaseless questions, Made people go “Oh my god” Tossing his schoolbag, rushing towards the kitchen, That day Alex asked ‘Mom,

A cold, lifeless blade was pressed against chilly, tender flesh Slowly, she presses it down, feeling the pressure on her limb Then, there is a sudden relief as the crimson rivers and the inner trash Comes tumbling down, red raindrops

Throughout the night, We were running here and there in the Hospital, We both were tense and anxious Because we were waiting for a new arrival The person who was inside Was someone’s daughter and someone’s wife The seconds, minutes

My mother should be an author She carves her soul into millions of pieces Leaving it behind in all of the family photos When I see my mother I see a woman Who wants to hide her soul in a

He slept and dreamt of her again Her sweet encouraging voice But whose was it, so familiar? Her words always gave him hope A reason to live as if he was destined to do something great. Soon his life became

I am an African child I sing and dance every day I believe in harmony and joy I respect our cultural values and norms I bless our ancestors every day For I believe they foresee the future I grew up

Take care, my dear, of the spoken word, Bridging gaps is our guide word. A word once spoken razes mountains beyond repair, And craters of tears with endless despair. Leaves scars does a scathing word, The poisonous dagger doth stab

Our lives are driven in a state of fear The voices downtrodden are so hard to hear The captain and crew are in it for themselves All others are pushed to the back of the shelf Captains of industry and

I am divided into halves that I did not choose. I head out the door at 8.45 pm, heart beating faster than necessary. I have just lost a screaming match. “Decent girls get home at this time.” “You are the

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue, that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

Eighty Five years I lived in this world Throughout my life, I was thirsty for love and care But no one was ready to give me that love. Now I am dead and my body is lying in the Coffin.

The air was thin, while the room was hot, My eyes scanning, spotting the warm glow of a dress, She whizzed and whirled, her youthful gait attendant to my plot, Two legs in unison, eyes like gilded jewels, breasts like

I embraced you like a guitar. I made you sing, then smashed you before thousands of screaming fans. who knew this would happen? between the player and the played somebody is being used; and I can’t tell if it was

We’ll settle by the bar and watch the women dance, then split a likely pair when we think we stand a chance. I’ve one eye on the bridesmaid with the skirt that’s riding high, showing off the daisy, tattooed upon

While out hiking high in the Cascade Mountain Range, with jagged mountain peaks acting as my back drop, I watch as I behold in the glory of Creation a rainbow being created after a gentle rain shower. An eagle appears

staring at these four walls of the house that was once my home, I’m in this corner all alone well being alone is fine it’s being lonely that’s not quite so divine I’m in a constant battle with my mind

As the days go by, the sun rises & sets to choices & decisions are filled in our voices We look forward & we look back at our visions of our success & remorses We plan, pray & hope God’s

There’s a monster in my house. I can hear it all the time, every day, Shouting, spitting and screaming. It didn’t use to be here. It just came one day, After Mum came home late And was too tired to

Winter snow And a fiery glow From eyes that twinkle Like the flakes below A romantic stroll Along the water’s edge Dodging screaming children Cutting corners on a sledge Buildings, trees And fences ablaze With bright, twinkling lights In the

Tumbling over One after another The waves crash left and right Crossing each other Coming together, cancelling out Rippling white ridges of white violent foam And yet This is not where the real power lies The outward grey-green breakers fall

Black rain filtered down the cobble stone, catching the moon, almost making a white streak of what looked like paint, as it found the large grated drains As morning came, transformations of colours form, as oil slick from the Lorries,

Cu-sith roam and howl to the moon Venting their anger in audible form Across the woods their voices roam Sending chills to those in their home. Spoken of as legends and myth The Cu-sith chase and hunt Magic in their

Can you hear me inside your mind crying out for comfort Can you hear me screaming, crying, beating my fists Can you hear me inside your mind desperate for a voice Can you hear me, Can you hear me !

There’s a kid somewhere in a town you’ve never heard of sitting in a prefabricated movie theater or maybe one old and rickety haunted by the adhesion of a million spilled and sticky substances lost within their own great thoughts

On the shorelines of the Adam’s River, Bald and golden Eagles from near and far line the meandering river’s embankments. Salmon struggling upstream to spawn. Chancing the elements. Bald and golden eagles are screaming in delight, as they eloquently glide

Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,

I was all alone this while in search of a real friend As a routine,heart wanders back in time(s) Awakens the memories in my mind; Back in the days..that cheering, screaming and yelling I never remember that day, when we

Eyes as bright as northern star Smiling, trying to hide the deepest scar A smile so pure and simple As I drew nearer, could it be possible I looked closer and found myself in horror Was that me, the girl

From yelling and screaming, to sobbing and feeling down. From being mad as hell, to throwing shit around. From an unwelcomed frown, to thoughts of regret. From pondering lifes path, to darting thoughts of fret. From shouting and kicking, to

Looking back, I could weave such beautiful stories with words It was as if they were my own But somehow, things took a turn for the worse My muse has left me all alone. How wonderful it was, and it

I’m a little weary, I might need some sleep, Reality I’m exhausted and I can’t even speak. I am feeling fine, yeah sure I am okay, Reality, I’m screaming but being drowned out anyway. Yes I am excited and I

I watch your broken soul as this consumes your entire world Blaming yourself for a decision completely out of your control Trying to keep the peace, you break your own will to keep happiness in the world of the selfish?

Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage, you are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind is screaming out and then, Silence… Grief wins You realize, you must

She was empty but filled with guilt and remorse She wanted to escape from her hell A hell she created herself The fire was burning, screams filled her world Consumed by her hatred and jealousy She begged for forgiveness, She

With no regret I write, precisely, I wish it was not so..not so.. When I wanted you the most, you were never around, When I wanted to speak to only you, you never answered my calls, When I wanted to

Living in and roaming through a rugged domain east of Princeton, above the Old Hedley Road, this elusive cougar’s domain is to be admired. In the solitude of Nature. Elisa, with her three kits precariously strolling across a rocky precipice