"screaches" poems - Hello Poetry

They plunge into life **** oxygen in their lungs Cough up the water Cold and alone-scream Light burns their delicate eyes Yearning for our touch Accelerated pulse Panic screaches from their lips I hold my hands out Grasp them in my arms Press their pale pink flesh to mine Show them they are safe Plant them with a kiss The storms calm inside their brains Heartbeat to heartbeat They flutter their lids Comprehend and recognize Love wholeheartedly I am their mother They are prefect-everything They are my children.

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Aug 19, 2017

Aug 19, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC

deadpoetso_cindy

Everything haiku

They plunge into life **** oxygen in their lungs Cough up the water Cold and alone-scream Light burns their delicate eyes Yearning for our touch Accelerated pulse Panic screaches from their lips I hold my hands out Grasp them in my arms Press their pale pink flesh to mine Show them they are safe Plant them with a kiss The storms calm inside their brains Heartbeat to heartbeat They flutter their lids Comprehend and recognize Love wholeheartedly I am their mother They are prefect-everything They are my children.

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Answering machine is full. The Phone been off the hook for a week. I was preoccupied. You thought i lied, could I have died? Was it ****** or suicide? I got your letter. returned to sender. The little things you don't remember. I never got the letter Must have been the bad weather. The blood stamped paper I read it state: "Your silence is the shotgun to my head. Without you I'd rather be dead. That is what i feel, I'd hate to fail. But this is real your silence is screaming. I haven't been eating, I find this silence defeating P.S. My scars are re opened. P.P.S. These ones aren't healing"

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Sep 8, 2012

Sep 8, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC

jerimiah-randolph

Silent Screaches

Answering machine is full. The Phone been off the hook for a week. I was preoccupied. You thought i lied, could I have died? Was it ****** or suicide? I got your letter. returned to sender. The little things you don't remember. I never got the letter Must have been the bad weather. The blood stamped paper I read it state: "Your silence is the shotgun to my head. Without you I'd rather be dead. That is what i feel, I'd hate to fail. But this is real your silence is screaming. I haven't been eating, I find this silence defeating P.S. My scars are re opened. P.P.S. These ones aren't healing"

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Left me hanging a slow sway the swing screaches - loud and long. Rusty worn out ..swaying.. the wind stopped it came to a halt motionless alone- A silent storm

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC

megan-ellen-kane

Alone in the Park

Left me hanging a slow sway the swing screaches - loud and long. Rusty worn out ..swaying.. the wind stopped it came to a halt motionless alone- A silent storm

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