#screams poems on Hello Poetry

eleanor prince Apr 2018

Wake Up!

raw
rage
earth’s cougar call
in dead of night

screams
scorch
each silenced child’s
forgotten plight

wake up!

globe
spins
recurring beat
as rifle shot

sears
space
collective pain
in pointless plot

wake up!

slaves
sob
for who will hear
take up their plight

dread
seeps
through tortured land
for few do right

wake up!

reached a moment of saturation with seeing few good people stand up and be counted on the side of sheer decency - (no one does good - Rom 3:10-17; those ruining will be brought to ruin - Rev 11:18)

#raw #rage #night #screams #chld #dread #forgotten

Stella Apr 2018

My Family

I hear the constant yelling
I hear your constant arguments
I hear the fight you have
I hear the insults you yell at each other
When will it stop?
You yell and scream
You pull me into your fights
I see the things being thrown
I hear the demeaning things said
When will they finally concede?
It’s like living with 4 year olds
I can see the redness in their faces
I can hear the raw anger In their voice
I can hear the curses being thrown
I can feel the hatred emanating from their bodies
Do they know how that affects me?
Tensing up whenever they are in the same room
When they leave the room,
The Relief I feel is instant
For then next couple days,
Loud noises scare me
I’m constantly on edge,
Why should the people you love not love each other?
She says that you should just be quiet
He says well look at you
I just try not to cower away

Yeah, I tried. I hope you liked it!!! Thanks for reading.

#yelling #screams #fights #depression #cower

Cecilie Andersen Sep 2017

Skrig

Jeg kan mærke dine hænder tage fat om min tynde slappe arm. Jeg sparker og slår uden at opnå noget, og et skrig flår i halsen på mig, men det vil ikke ud. Det kan ikke komme ud, for det samler sig bare til spyt i højre mundvig og ligger sig i lag med alle de ord jeg ikke fik sagt.

Nærm dig ikke og hold ikke om mig, for jeg vil ikke have, at du skal høre min vejrtrækken og mine gisp. Jeg vil ikke vise dig, at mit hjerte galoperer og hamrer indtil min krop ryster af rædsel og, at jeg har trykken for ørerne og blod rosende til mine kinder, som bliver varme og farves røde, for ikke engang min angst vil jeg forære dig.

Tåre der ikke får lov til at flyde ud, føles som det grove sandpapir min far plejede at bruge til sine lyse afskårne træstykker. Lader jeg tårerne flyde føles det som det glas han engang kom til at ødelægge i raseri, og alt blev til små, skarpe glasskår i den sølvfarvede-stål-håndvask. Pludselig ved jeg hvordan han havde det dengang, hvor alt gik i flammer og alt spildte over. Jeg skriger under vand og er holdt fast med lænker og ræb, imens sten bliver smidt mod mig. Jeg lukker de tunge øjenlåg ned over mine matte øjne.

TRANSLATED:
Screams
I can feel your hands grasping my thin limp arm. I am kicking and punching without achieving anything and a scream flays in my throat, but it won't get out. It can not get out, because it just accumulates in saliva in the right side of my mouth and lies in pickle with all of the words I did not say.

Don't get close and don't hold me, for I do not want you to hear my breathing and my gasps. I don't want to show you my heart galloping and hammering until my body shakes in horror and that I have oppression in the ears and blood rushing to my cheeks till they get hot and are being colored red, for not even my fear I will give you.

Tears that are not allowed to flow feels like the coarse sandpaper my father used to use for his light cut pieces. If I let the tears flow, it would feel like the glass he once wreaked in anger, and everything turned into small, sharp glass pieces in the silver-colored-steel sink. Suddenly I know how he felt when it all was flaming and everything spilled over. I'm screaming under water and stuck with chains and belch while stones are being thrown at me. I close the heavy eyelids over my matte eyes.

#dansk #skrig #scream #sad #father #screams #depressive

Taylor Jennica Jan 2018

Silent Screams

Her eyes
begged him to stop.
Her mouth could make no
sound.
But in her mind,
she was screaming.
She didn’t want this.
But when he asked her if she liked it,
she answered yes.

#eyes #*** #screams #broken #lies #silence #silent #mind #yes #hurt

nycteris Jan 2018

Secretly Screaming

secrets ready to burst
from chest
pour out of mouth
caked in dust
after many years of being
locked up.

flowing out into the rhythm
of the great falls
as the words spill over the rim
to an overfilled cup
unending stream
of pent up feeling.

finally, no longer can it be held
from within the deepest origins
inside the soul
breaks free upon the broken wings
so that many can hear
the cry for miles.

throat cords will snap
from words upon words
falling on closed ears
screams upon screams
unnoticed by hidden figures
recognized by familiar faces.

scream when drowning
scream when help is needed.
most rather would tie the noose
to stop the secrets and screams
from spilling out of the gaping
hole in the face.

help that is needed will be given
tie the rocks to the feet of the screamer
watch you drown in the ocean
tie the noose to the neck
watch you swing from the tree
help is what was needed.

#screams #drowning #help

Allen Faust Jan 2018

Flawed Creator

Misshapen hands, with scars in unusual places, glide and strike with short flurried bursts across the keyboard. The soft ticking of keys and the clock are the only sounds that permeate the silence. He leans back in his chair to observe and critique his work before moving on, only to return hunched over to correct minor mistakes. This pattern, this silence, has become normal to him. Foreign is the concept of others while he gives his thoughts their first breath of air. The world to him a simple hum tugging at the back of his mind, slowly bringing him down from his throne of creation.

Comments and criticism appreciated.

#hands #creator #sad #depression #screams #insomnia #writer #prose

Allen Faust Dec 2017

Untitled Entry

Untitled entry, devoid as the space that fills my screen, killing words in their place.

Untitled entry, like clay to the mind, a blank white canvas with no art confined.

Untitled entry, once empty now filled with all of the words that it had once killed.

Untitled entry, filled up to the top, the words keep coming, but the screams won't stop.

Untitled entry, hard as I pray, the screaming continues, and wont go away.

Untitled entry, this world's not the same, for under the screams, they whisper my name.

Untitled entry, I can't let it go, of knowledge they speak, I just have to know.

Untitled entry, I know that they lie, to gain their knowledge, they say I must die.

Untitled entry, but do I dare tread, upon hallowed ground, reserved for the dead?

Untitled entry, curiosity won, their knowledge now mine, through my life undone.

Untitled entry, the words make no sound, the space in between is where we are found.

Untitled entry, no knowledge just dreams, tune out their whispers, ignore their screams.

Untitled entry, just please save yourself, beware my mistakes, no knowledge is wealth.

Comments and criticism appreciated.

#screaming #screams #writing #knowledge #forbidden #suicide #depression #sadness #regret

Rick Dec 2017

Dioxide

Left in a truck with all the Windows shut. Stuck myself in a garage with the music up. Start the car and wait watching, dioxide is the dependency im depending on to keep me from pretending to be happy. Deep breaths in, feeling the poisen seeping in, cutting deep within the life ive lived without. It screams as its torn out.

#life #death #unhappy #soul #cries #screams #deep #car #in #out

lins Dec 2017

it's dark in here

Screaming
Yelling
constantly
a steady stream
of a scratchy scream
inside my brain

its loud in here
sorry if I don’t reply
I can’t hear anything
but the screeching

over and over
that’s all I know
yikes
make it stop

so unsure
what happens if it stops
is there anything behind
the reckless screams
or will it just be empty
inside my brain

#mindless #screams #anxiety