Screams Poems - Poems about Screams

I cannot imagine future living without eyes tearing while screams chest develop - no acceptance views sooth me - wanting release for inner peace seems a futile painful endeavor I hear heaven's precious angels crying - relationships worship purpose tainted truth will be lost as dysfunctions grow - artificial intelligence violates all hearts minds souls - it is not progressive but sick...

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Do you ever feel that no matter how hard you try, no matter what you achieve, it will never be enough? Like each mistake is a stone, a weight that pulls you deeper, one more heavy thing to carry, to measure against yourself. Sometimes, I wonder if I were to disappear, if anyone would notice,...

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I see the lines, I trace the skin, I swear this time won’t start again. The pain fades fast, but not for long, The ache remains, the pull too strong. I see the lines, I hide them well, A silent scream, A private hell. If only I could yell, Help, But if I reach, if I let go, Maybe someone else will know. Maybe,...

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Tonight, there's a secret I planned, Fly me once more to fairyland, In our quiet bed and in dreams, As you have done through moans and screams. Take me there and let me lie bare, Till my eyes have wept their last tear, So my love may restore lost beams, As you have done through moans and screams. Let your touch send me...

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Although I love, I don’t agree Sometimes the heart – it just can’t see Beyond the sin, the iniquity Fleshly desires, taunting me. Although I love, I don’t agree with her She’s pointing the way, a connoisseur Of sin in this world, sin who will recur Again and again, appealing to concur Her sin, though often ignored Offers an evil that I cannot afford, Sin...

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In the abyss of gazes, where silence screams mute and deep, The chasm stares back, a vortex gathering abstract emotions, I offer it my fears, aspirations, and unspoken truths, It swallows them all, leaving an unyielding void in my chest. There exists a lexicon of despair, with sharp, cutting phonemes, With discordant cadence, yet solace in graceful harmonies, An elegy reminding...

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A fleeting vision and aura Hidden Deep in the recess of my mind Under the cover of darkness Toying with my psyche Reading my mind Undisclosed thoughts Inner monologues Coaching Guiding Escaping reality for a fleeting moment Feeling my soul spirit Whispering Softly, So softly. Words escaping from my lips, Echoing, Bouncing around like an electric current— The jumble of my brain, Like a jigsaw puzzle, Searching desperately for a missing piece. A link— Broken. The silence...

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Various Heresies 12 God Had a Plan by Michael R. Burch God had a plan though it was hardly “divine.” He created a terror: Frankenstein. He blamed death on man: was that part of the plan so hard to define, or did he just cut his losses? Now sleepless he tosses hearing the screams, the wild anger and fear of men in despair. "Just disappear!," he cries to himself on...

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When a 5 year old child screams a father leaves When the father leaves the 5 year old child is broken When the child breaks the mother cries When the mother cries the vibration of her cry makes the wine glass break When the wine glass breaks the glass falls to the ground When the glass falls to the ground...

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A ghost is walking in the room behind the curtain me and you hearing screams nothing to do I'm scared to death of this truth... When you see me now you see his face you think I am the one to blame you never grew you simply fled you are the wall where I smack my head. Jessica...

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Caught between the id and ego, Wondering which to let go. Chaos echoes in the mind, Drowning in the depths of thoughts. Wanting to scream but without a sound, Talking to oneself, hoping nobody will notice. Quiet as a grave at the hearing of those voices, A fragile image, easily broken into pieces. The ache it brings is hard to bear, The weight of...

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Gusts thump the windows, Never seen, but always heard, Hastening to meet the tallest oaks, Urging them to sway, bending, Leaning as if to waltz this way, that way, Wherever the curls and turns, Wherever the wind’s song impresses Them to move – east or west, North or south, this way and that way, Every way leads to the lingering burst of wonder, Amazement found...

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Stitched in braille from life's mishaps the horrors and the pain relapse Even on the quietest shores his haunts invaded evermore Long ago, the peaceful dreams buried deep by sirens' screams Transports rushing through the night the ghosts...

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A maniac laughs a maniac screams and screams feed me feed me mummy feed me feed me let me suckle upon your shapely breast even though I'm 53 and your dead feed me feed me feed me sweet breast milk mummy's milk is the best keep that cow's udder away from me I am not I repeat I am not belonging to this freak show but soon I'll have no place to go. Lenny Gazbowski(c)2014...

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My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones And the spitting sun flamed the mass of white desert sand I trekked alone, jagged pains pulsing through my old bones My weathered soul cursed God of this god-forsaken land I could see a gloomy night trying to...

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