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Steve Page May 2017
We're all born screaming
While screams echo back
And one day we learn
To hold our screams in check

But the world keeps on screaming
Its groans ignore our reluctance
Tearing through our dreams
Persistently confronting us

The only source of peace for us
Are Jesus' gentle whispers
They serve as a quiet respite
For those who are able to listen
 
And soon the whispers clarify
The groans from the world around
These aren't cries of anger
But pleas to be unbound

Creation itself cries out
For rescue by its maker
To be allowed to at last fulfil
The purpose it was made for

And so our eyes are opened
To the reason for our screams
We cry with all creation
For a full and final release

And Jesus hears our cries
He's not deaf to our prayers
He'll come again in his glory
With earthshaking fanfares

Our cries will turn to song
Secure in a brand new earth
Creator and creation in harmony
Echoing glad cries of new birth

So a new born baby's screams
Shouldn't come as any surprise
They are simply giving echo
To creation's longing sighs.
See Romans 8:19-23
19 For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed.
20 For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope
21 that the creation itself will be liberated from its ******* to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.
22 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.
23 Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies.
M Harris Mar 2017
Butterfly Desires & Fictional Highs,
Magnetic Spells In Her Emerald Eyes,
Bleeding Perpetual Fire & Toxic Cries.

Lucid Screams Of Her Plastic Love,
Paper Towns & Serenity Above,
Refracting Into An Apocalyptic Dove.

Postcards Of Her Estranged Serenity,
Diffusing Into Polaroids Across Infinity,
Rhythms Of Lusts Erupting Obscenity.

Bluest Shade Of Her Misguided Confessions,
Uncharted Fragments Amplifying Obsessions,
Profane Prodigies Detonating Desecrations,

Digital Dreams & Fictional Desires,
3D Symphonies Inside Her Crystal Wires,
Purple Streams Translating Fires.

Tunnel Visions Transmitting Reality,
Suicidal Trance & Static Eternity,
Molotov Solution Is Her Lighthouse Of Ecstasy.

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Kasey Wheeler Mar 2017
Her hollow out screams
Of a poor broken heart
The way it sank
To hear those sounds
Her vicious cries
That drowned out the night
How sleepless I was
When you broke down like that
All I could hear
Was a fight between self
A fight between hatred and regret
You were my mother
The strongest woman I know
Then you broke
And it tore me apart
What broke you so?
Why do you scream out to the heavens
What are you searching for
Forgiveness
Strength
How did you break so badly
That you forgot how to breath
Oh dear mom
What did you do?

What did you do?

Did you break you?

Oh mom, what have you done?

You've left scars on our poor young hearts,
You tore this family apart
How dare you, mother
Was that man so worth the trouble
That you gave into his pleasure
In the sacrifice of your husband
You gave up much
For such a simple thing
You gave up love
For just an affair
With a man that only cared
For your body

You went away from us, Mom
How dare you
You kept us in vain
Trying to beat out the friend we called father
For what?
Simply because you're our mother?
You didn't even take care of us
All you ever did was give into temptation
The beer became your new love and the yelling your new hobby
Words such as worthless and useless
Now haunt our memories
Our happiest times
Become the ones with shouting

You broke your own heart
And you fought us
Because it was easier to do
Then face yourself

How dare you
How dare you
How dare you

I was just a child

And you ruined me
You ruined me, mother
Been a long two weeks, and I feel a longer one coming
Allan Mzyece Feb 2017
I never knew i had a brain till a neighbour told me, i had lost it
All i knew was that the drum in my chest needed to be silenced,
"Sweet Forsaken Angels in my presence; lead me to Oblivion; a road of loneliness"
I once seeked attention, but now i've learnt my lesson, THE CLOUDS ABOVE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE WATERS THAT RUN FROM MY EYES
drops were meant to fall, Vapourised; i lost my sight of it all
WILL I ALSO CONTRIBUTE TO THE DUST WHEN I DIE?
Certainly, but I PLANTED A LEGACY THAT HAS OUTGROWN MANY SHORT TREE,
I SHARE NO SENTIMENT WITH THE MINDS THAT FIND MY WORK UGLY
"SWEET FORSAKEN ANGELS SURROUNDING ME FROM DIFFERENT ANGLES
TAKE AWAY ALL MY EMOTIONS,
THROW THEM IN THE SKY,
LET IT RAIN
AND
LET EVERYBODY BE PUNISHED WITH THE NEVER ENDING LOVE
THAT I HAD ALL MY LIFE!"
Poetic Eagle Feb 2017
Sorrow is my name
Poverty is also my name
So is pain and loneliness
Who really am l ???


How did l get here? Who put me into this world?
Do l have parents, relatives or background
Am l even human without an identity
Who really am l ?

I roam around the streets day and night
Bare footed sometimes with torn stockings stitched together
And heavily oiled legs
Hoping to find myself
Who am I??

Eating food from the trash
Was and is always my daily meal
I get arms from people daily
All of them calling me with the same words
ILLITERATE SON OF THE STREETS
Yet I don't know what they are saying
My question still stand
Who am I ??

The street kid is all l hear
Now I guess lm the one born to suffer
Born to be in pain
The unwanted one
Born and mothered by the streets

As long as I remember it's always been the streets and l
This is real, this is me
So here l am the illiterate son of the streets
I'm the **STREET KID
Let's work together and make this world a better place for all of us. Many r suffering with nothing to eat who r we to pretend not to hear their cries
My mind is telling me to smile,
When i just want to cry,
I broke a girls heart,
Broke it even more when it was already broken,
I just want to cry,
I just want to be in tears,
Let all the pain flow out;
Into the river of tears.

I’m so very sorry,
I made a mistake,
I should have told you earlier,
It is my fault,
I feel like I can’t live anymore,
My heart is sore,
When such a mistake shatters our future,
I just want to be with you,
Is that too much to ask for?
Feeling depressed while my heart remains sore,
Alone & sad; Might not recover,
Apologize doesn’t matter,
Now I don’t know what to say,
I just want to hold you,
No! I can’t wait to hold you,
But there’s always a delay,





I made a mistake; I should’ve told you,
Hoping you may forgive me,
I think i’ve lost you,
Every mistake makes a bigger wall,
Sunshines on me no more,
Wall hangs on me,
With clouds rain on top of me,
Hoping I make it up to you,

The mix feelings you have for me,
Is starting to disappear,
When I want to say I love you,
But you wouldn’t want to hear,
Love is such a strong word to use,
But if you really mean it,
Say, I love you,

You don’t even know what to do anymore,
Will you leave me?
Will I not hold you anymore?
My heart, soul, & mind chose you,
Now my arms is trying to reach you,
But can’t extend anymore,
I am afraid,
I am sad,
I made a mistake
A mistake I cannot pass,
I am so sorry!
I chosen to be a fool,
Instead of being smart,
I said nothing!
I let it go on about,
You told others you was going to meet me,
But I didn’t come,
I didn’t cancel,
Stayed in your room all night,
Makes me feel pitiful,

I cry myself to sleep tonight,
I do not pray, no wish, no hope,
Because it won’t get me no where,’
If you so happen give me another chance,
I’ll believe a little more,
I write your name your name in a hundred colors,
Your favorite is red and blue,
Your hair is red and your eyes are blue,
My favorite colors are red black and blue,

The mistake I made is a tragedy,
I felt guilty & I felt ashamed,
Life is not a joke, Life is not a game,
I feel like I lost you,
Now you’re fading away,
With every hope of being with you,
Has now been broken,
I’m so very sorry my love,
Now you think i’m joking,

Everyday I think about you,
More than any girl I ever thought of,
Me thinking of you make my heart feel warm,
But when I see you might heart stops,
Not because I don’t want to see you,
It’s because you make me so happy,
Make me excited,

You give me a reason to smile,
While I give you a reason to leave me,
I am lost confused and don’t know what to do,
I don’t care what nobody says about you,
No matter what,
I’m a man of my word,
I don’t know what else to write,

I’m in the bottle of a whole ,
Too dark,
No way to get out,
No way to be free,
Please shine the light on top of me,
So I can see,
I am so very appalled,
Full of dismay;;;
Is this the part that I finally pray?
I feel like I am begging for forgiveness,
Even though I don’t deserve it,
I am so very sorry, What can I do?
It’s time I close the book,
And start a new.
it's long, but It's one of the best poems I ever written. If you have patience then you wouldn't mind reading this long poem.
She screams and cries
But there's nothing inside.
She won't find what she's looking for,
Because she says that she "just can't anymore".

Her eyes search the floor,
Just to keep her safe,
She wants to keep her distance far away.

She screams, she cries
The nostalgia is building inside.
The girl tries to convalesce from her saudade.

Sometimes she feels big,
But her presence is small.
She screams and cries
That she's burning inside

Only her imagination can put out the flame,
But this only reignites it all over again.

She screams, she cries
She's nothing inside.
Spike Harper Nov 2016
There is s boy.
Always reaching.
For what is just out of reach.
The boy knows he will grow.
Even after the disappointment of not being enough.
Does he cling to the wall.
Patient.
Eyes fixed.
The cadaver bellow.
Grows as well.
Some days it feels as if it will grow limbs.
Just to rip him from crossing the finish line.
Each day is a sacrifice.
A communion with death.
For losing a piece of oneself.
Is a small price.
To be able to...
Live.
Love a day longer.
Only too many days have inched by.
Too many scars have been accumulated to be seen any other way.
All the pain.
Is met with disgust.
No one would dare lock eyes with such a grotesque.
Being..
The cries of agony and sorrow.
Are heard only as rage and hate.
Sadly.
Should the next ledge come into reach.
It is unknown.
If someone else wants to touch you I can't tolerate
But when  you bloom in my arms I really celebrate
My sweetheart you are my good fortune and not fate
My eyes carry your image which is wonderful ,great

My eyes kiss your beauty and my heart starts dance
Love and beauty are intoxicated in just real romance
My beloved hails from Italy and I hail from France
Let be real lovers and try to take chance after chance

My beloved I carry you in my eyes to my sweet dreams
In dream you and me together play with all light beams
You have taken my heart as a play game to me it seems
My soul plaintively cries and my heart in dejection screams

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 golden Glow
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