"screamt" poems - Hello Poetry

Today is about missing you, About missing your spicy fresh perfume, that I'd begun to love, About missing your plump fat nose, that I never managed to pinch, About missing your intense and sometimes senseless banter, that I'd never get enough of, About missing your attempts to reduce the amount of coffee I drink, that I unwillingly adhered to, About missing the quarter piece of a jam toast, that you always saved for me, About missing the way you calmed me down, when we faced storms together, About missing how you took note of everything, a new hair clip, that I knew you'd like on me, About missing your watch, which you never took off, because of what it meant to you, About missing your stories, and the zest with which you narrated them, About missing your photography, how you captured my best and worst moments, when I wasn't looking, About missing our shared love for yogurt drinks, and how we analysed each one we drank, About missing how you screamt 'Mogu Mogu' when you found your favourite drink, in my favourite café, About missing your big hands, that were strong and gentle at the same time, About missing those few drives with you, talking about everything and nothing, About missing how you surprised me on my birthday, with chocolates and a scarf, that feels warmer than any other, About missing your silly quirks, like carrying your backpack around everywhere, which only I understood, Today is about missing you

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Apr 2, 2016

Apr 2, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC

urmilaj

Today Is About Missing You

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do you know the weight of it? clawing your way up test after test, year after year, to be the perfect reflection of the dreams they have for you, those that are now your own. where your worth now hangs. when they see the prize, they say, 'oh it comes so easily to her' Easily? i bled for this. i screamt for this. and my mind? it whispers 'this is just what you're supposed to do' you are 'gifted' its your mere responsibility. nothing to celebrate. nothing special. isnt it?

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Mar 7, 2025

Mar 7, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC

ivorymusings

imposter syndrome

do you know the weight of it? clawing your way up test after test, year after year, to be the perfect reflection of the dreams they have for you, those that are now your own. where your worth now hangs. when they see the prize, they say, 'oh it comes so easily to her' Easily? i bled for this. i screamt for this. and my mind? it whispers 'this is just what you're supposed to do' you are 'gifted' its your mere responsibility. nothing to celebrate. nothing special. isnt it?

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You were the only man i had always wanted to see Walking down the road to the sea Swaggering in your new jacket Looking for fellas to bracket In Carrickfergus they called you a robber To me you were a handsome rover Beautiful green eyes as the rolling hills Your happy thoughts into me you had instilled In Belfast you smuggled your hopes and fears Slainté! You danced pints of beer away Alas! They did not see your tears You were on your own finding your way My old friend, my sad handsome friend Patrick... Alone you sang your weary songs and turned sick I cried bitterly, nobody to lay you down Summer,and you had no wheat to sow Ah! You were so handsome and young During summer days you smiled and cheered me up in my den Calling out your name,i screamt at the top of my lungs. You were gone....gone...you would never answer again

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Feb 17, 2011

Feb 17, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC

galman-frederick-ferguson

Patrick o' Carrickfergus (repost)

You were the only man i had always wanted to see Walking down the road to the sea Swaggering in your new jacket Looking for fellas to bracket In Carrickfergus they called you a robber To me you were a handsome rover Beautiful green eyes as the rolling hills Your happy thoughts into me you had instilled In Belfast you smuggled your hopes and fears Slainté! You danced pints of beer away Alas! They did not see your tears You were on your own finding your way My old friend, my sad handsome friend Patrick... Alone you sang your weary songs and turned sick I cried bitterly, nobody to lay you down Summer,and you had no wheat to sow Ah! You were so handsome and young During summer days you smiled and cheered me up in my den Calling out your name,i screamt at the top of my lungs. You were gone....gone...you would never answer again

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You were the only man i had always wanted to see Walking down the road to the sea Swaggering in your new jacket Looking for fellas to bracket In Carrickfergus they called you a robber To me you were a handsome rover Beautiful green eyes as the rolling hills Your happy thoughts into me you had instilled In Belfast you smuggled your hopes and fears Slainté! You danced pints of beer away Alas! They did not see your tears You were on your own finding your way My old friend, my sad handsome friend Patrick... Alone you sang your weary songs and turned sick I cried bitterly, nobody to lay you down Summer,and you had no wheat to sow Ah! You were so handsome and young During summer days you smiled and cheered me up in my den Calling out your name,i screamt at the top of my lungs. You were gone....gone...you would never answer again

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Oct 6, 2010

Oct 6, 2010 at 7:50 AM UTC

galman-frederick-ferguson

Patrick o' Carrickfergus

You were the only man i had always wanted to see Walking down the road to the sea Swaggering in your new jacket Looking for fellas to bracket In Carrickfergus they called you a robber To me you were a handsome rover Beautiful green eyes as the rolling hills Your happy thoughts into me you had instilled In Belfast you smuggled your hopes and fears Slainté! You danced pints of beer away Alas! They did not see your tears You were on your own finding your way My old friend, my sad handsome friend Patrick... Alone you sang your weary songs and turned sick I cried bitterly, nobody to lay you down Summer,and you had no wheat to sow Ah! You were so handsome and young During summer days you smiled and cheered me up in my den Calling out your name,i screamt at the top of my lungs. You were gone....gone...you would never answer again

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I had a bad dream last night... *Someone is chasing me... And i can not run fast... I look back and he is there... Lurking in the dark... With his hands reaching out to me... I can not see his face... But i can hear him saying my name... I can see his eyes burning with red flames. My feet feel a thousand times heavier... But i keep running... And he is getting closer... Closer.... Closer... His hands are reaching out... I scream when he scratches the back of my neck. His tapering fingers are cold and wet. Rotten and juicy... I stumble over and fall hard to the ground. I turn around fast but he's gone. Nothing around but thick cold fog.* I woke up screaming... In my room in the dark... It was just a very terrible nightmare, i think to myself. Just a nightmare... A nightmare... Then something caught my eye... Two red flame burning floating in mid-air... His burning red eyes... I screamt again... But it's just the mirror... I was staring at the mirror in my room. And staring at those two burning red flames... Those two eyes... My own eyes...

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Nov 26, 2010

Nov 26, 2010 at 5:06 PM UTC

satan

Possessed

I had a bad dream last night... *Someone is chasing me... And i can not run fast... I look back and he is there... Lurking in the dark... With his hands reaching out to me... I can not see his face... But i can hear him saying my name... I can see his eyes burning with red flames. My feet feel a thousand times heavier... But i keep running... And he is getting closer... Closer.... Closer... His hands are reaching out... I scream when he scratches the back of my neck. His tapering fingers are cold and wet. Rotten and juicy... I stumble over and fall hard to the ground. I turn around fast but he's gone. Nothing around but thick cold fog.* I woke up screaming... In my room in the dark... It was just a very terrible nightmare, i think to myself. Just a nightmare... A nightmare... Then something caught my eye... Two red flame burning floating in mid-air... His burning red eyes... I screamt again... But it's just the mirror... I was staring at the mirror in my room. And staring at those two burning red flames... Those two eyes... My own eyes...

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Creeper Oh thou! on whom i creep, thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep. when i spread my palm in mid air thou provideth me space to creep and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep. i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep, there was a calling i heard as a bud and i knew the echo ran deep, the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´ but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep. I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep, i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep so when i felt the wall next to me, i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep. I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out all around that wall, and, when i reached the top, yes the top! i felt all lonely and lost. But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to a deep sleep. The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers and seeds to sow of baby creepers who could learn to creep from me. So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking upto me and awaiting advices on how to creep. (After i read what i had written, i felt the book SEAGULL in the background echoing itself)

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Jun 23, 2017

Jun 23, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC

manisha6w

CREEPERS

Creeper Oh thou! on whom i creep, thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep. when i spread my palm in mid air thou provideth me space to creep and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep. i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep, there was a calling i heard as a bud and i knew the echo ran deep, the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´ but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep. I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep, i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep so when i felt the wall next to me, i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep. I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out all around that wall, and, when i reached the top, yes the top! i felt all lonely and lost. But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to a deep sleep. The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers and seeds to sow of baby creepers who could learn to creep from me. So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking upto me and awaiting advices on how to creep. (After i read what i had written, i felt the book SEAGULL in the background echoing itself)

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*You were the only man i had always wanted to see Walking down the road to the sea Swaggering in your new jacket Looking for fellas to bracket* *In Carrickfergus they called you a robber To me you were a handsome rover Beautiful green eyes as the rolling hills Your happy thoughts into me you had instilled* *In Belfast you smuggled your hopes and fears Slainté! You danced pints of beer away Alas! They did not see your tears You were on your own finding your way* *My old friend, my sad handsome friend Patrick... Alone you sang your weary songs and turned sick I cried bitterly, nobody to lay you down Summer,and you had no wheat to sow* *Ah! You were so handsome and young During summer days you smiled and cheered me up in my den Calling out your name,i screamt at the top of my lungs. You were gone....gone...you would never answer again*

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 9:45 AM UTC

galman-frederick-ferguson

Patrick o' Carrickfergus (repost)

*You were the only man i had always wanted to see Walking down the road to the sea Swaggering in your new jacket Looking for fellas to bracket* *In Carrickfergus they called you a robber To me you were a handsome rover Beautiful green eyes as the rolling hills Your happy thoughts into me you had instilled* *In Belfast you smuggled your hopes and fears Slainté! You danced pints of beer away Alas! They did not see your tears You were on your own finding your way* *My old friend, my sad handsome friend Patrick... Alone you sang your weary songs and turned sick I cried bitterly, nobody to lay you down Summer,and you had no wheat to sow* *Ah! You were so handsome and young During summer days you smiled and cheered me up in my den Calling out your name,i screamt at the top of my lungs. You were gone....gone...you would never answer again*

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My father was an eccentric middle aged man. He collected old paintings and kept and locked them all away in the attic But there was one painting that My father allowed us to see. An old painting of a beautiful young woman. He called it 'Miss Van Loren'. She was so beautiful. A polite smile and very dark straight hair. But her eyes were the most unforgetable. They were piercing green and alive. As though able to see through me. The painting was hanging on the wall in the hall. Whenever i passed it by i always felt that her eyes were following my every step. My father loved the painting so much. But i was afraid of it. I did not like her eyes. Years pass, my father passed away. And Van Loren was still hanging alone on the wall, dusty and old. One day i took it off the wall and kept it in a trunk in the basement. She looked deep into my eyes like crying as i closed the lid. Ever since then i always had nightmares about Van Loren. She visited me in my dreams looking so angry and creepy. Let me out... Let me out One morning i could not stand the nightmares anymore. I took the painting out of the trunk and hung it back on the wall where it had been before. But the nightmares did not stop. She kept coming back. Let me out.... Let me out She began haunting me not only in my dreams. She trapped me into a dark trance and screamt all the time. I saw her eyes everywhere. Let me out.... Let me out.... I thought i was going mad. I took the painting off the wall once again and cast it into fire. One day i accidentally came across my father's old abandoned attic. I burst into it to my surprise. I found dozens of different paintings of Van Loren hanging on the walls, lying on the floor. Let me out... Let me out... That very day i sold my father's old house and moved to another town.

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Dec 13, 2010

Dec 13, 2010 at 7:23 PM UTC

satan

My Father's Old Painting (Part I)

My father was an eccentric middle aged man. He collected old paintings and kept and locked them all away in the attic But there was one painting that My father allowed us to see. An old painting of a beautiful young woman. He called it 'Miss Van Loren'. She was so beautiful. A polite smile and very dark straight hair. But her eyes were the most unforgetable. They were piercing green and alive. As though able to see through me. The painting was hanging on the wall in the hall. Whenever i passed it by i always felt that her eyes were following my every step. My father loved the painting so much. But i was afraid of it. I did not like her eyes. Years pass, my father passed away. And Van Loren was still hanging alone on the wall, dusty and old. One day i took it off the wall and kept it in a trunk in the basement. She looked deep into my eyes like crying as i closed the lid. Ever since then i always had nightmares about Van Loren. She visited me in my dreams looking so angry and creepy. Let me out... Let me out One morning i could not stand the nightmares anymore. I took the painting out of the trunk and hung it back on the wall where it had been before. But the nightmares did not stop. She kept coming back. Let me out.... Let me out She began haunting me not only in my dreams. She trapped me into a dark trance and screamt all the time. I saw her eyes everywhere. Let me out.... Let me out.... I thought i was going mad. I took the painting off the wall once again and cast it into fire. One day i accidentally came across my father's old abandoned attic. I burst into it to my surprise. I found dozens of different paintings of Van Loren hanging on the walls, lying on the floor. Let me out... Let me out... That very day i sold my father's old house and moved to another town.

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the trail is endless, the fog is surreally beautiful, calming but unnerving i’m continuously picking at the barren ground for something that i might recognize but it all keeps drizzling through my fingers like sand wait, i found something i can hold it, but i can’t make it out, it’s too blurry no, no it's slipping through again “please don’t leave me. please.” i say, as it slowly changes from solid to goo to gone i look around me, still trapped in here the void in front of me ******* me deeper and deeper in when can i escape? when will i find my way out? wait, i think i hear someone calling my name it’s getting louder and louder, i turn around and around but can’t see anyone “hello, hello”, i call back my name is being screamt louder and louder, my ears are beginning to hurt, my vision is darkening am i leaving now? am i finally going to return? my body feels like it’s being thrashed around. this pain, it won’t end, why won’t it end? “i love you.” my eyes flutter open, and my vision is clearing up. in front of me is my mother, and she’s weeping. I got lost in my head again.

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Dec 17, 2019

Dec 17, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC

mayax

lost

the trail is endless, the fog is surreally beautiful, calming but unnerving i’m continuously picking at the barren ground for something that i might recognize but it all keeps drizzling through my fingers like sand wait, i found something i can hold it, but i can’t make it out, it’s too blurry no, no it's slipping through again “please don’t leave me. please.” i say, as it slowly changes from solid to goo to gone i look around me, still trapped in here the void in front of me ******* me deeper and deeper in when can i escape? when will i find my way out? wait, i think i hear someone calling my name it’s getting louder and louder, i turn around and around but can’t see anyone “hello, hello”, i call back my name is being screamt louder and louder, my ears are beginning to hurt, my vision is darkening am i leaving now? am i finally going to return? my body feels like it’s being thrashed around. this pain, it won’t end, why won’t it end? “i love you.” my eyes flutter open, and my vision is clearing up. in front of me is my mother, and she’s weeping. I got lost in my head again.

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Creeper Oh thou! on whom i creep, thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep. when i spread my palm in mid air thou provideth me space to creep and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep. i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep, there was a calling i heard as a bud and i knew the echo ran deep, the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´ but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep. I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep, i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep so when i felt the wall next to me, i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep. I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out all around that wall, and, when i reached the top, yes the top! i felt all lonely and lost. But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to some sound sleep. The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers and seeds to sow of baby creepers who could learn from me about the trip. So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking up to me and felt all excited to start their journey on HOW TO CREEP.

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Sep 19, 2016

Sep 19, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC

manisha6w

Creeper in its heart it once weeped

Creeper Oh thou! on whom i creep, thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep. when i spread my palm in mid air thou provideth me space to creep and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep. i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep, there was a calling i heard as a bud and i knew the echo ran deep, the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´ but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep. I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep, i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep so when i felt the wall next to me, i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep. I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out all around that wall, and, when i reached the top, yes the top! i felt all lonely and lost. But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to some sound sleep. The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers and seeds to sow of baby creepers who could learn from me about the trip. So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking up to me and felt all excited to start their journey on HOW TO CREEP.

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Dark thoughts lingering around me Starting to hate my surrounding If only I can get out of this I would My mind is spitting words I should've said But I didn't I hated it That the fact is true The line from the song "Somebody save me" I screamt it Too bad nobody listened An oddball of society Rejected by many The escape is only Through a noose Can I get out of here Alive and well? Thank you

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Dec 17, 2017

Dec 17, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC

danial-suhaimi

Untitled

Dark thoughts lingering around me Starting to hate my surrounding If only I can get out of this I would My mind is spitting words I should've said But I didn't I hated it That the fact is true The line from the song "Somebody save me" I screamt it Too bad nobody listened An oddball of society Rejected by many The escape is only Through a noose Can I get out of here Alive and well? Thank you

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Atop the mountain gazing down, I witness a collection of goats, And right by then sat a small town, Filled with gold, and boats. I shifted angles and looked to the back, A bunch of buffoons with nothing, Staring at me as I screamt attack, Ten, twenty , thirty men all coughing. "*It must be the *** said one bearded buffoon, "it must be the weather", said another, And one with a scar said "it must be the moon" And then finally "**it must be my **** said my brother. They all ran towards the town, plundered the gold, Made it so that the children could never grow old.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC

dissipate

Pirates

Atop the mountain gazing down, I witness a collection of goats, And right by then sat a small town, Filled with gold, and boats. I shifted angles and looked to the back, A bunch of buffoons with nothing, Staring at me as I screamt attack, Ten, twenty , thirty men all coughing. "*It must be the *** said one bearded buffoon, "it must be the weather", said another, And one with a scar said "it must be the moon" And then finally "**it must be my **** said my brother. They all ran towards the town, plundered the gold, Made it so that the children could never grow old.

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