"shreaking" poems - Hello Poetry

Seagulls Shreaking their own Little melodies Seagulls A part of the harmony On the ocean shore Seagulls On top of houses And fishing boats Seagulls Making me know That I'm home

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Dec 15, 2014

Dec 15, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC

katlif

Seagulls

Seagulls Shreaking their own Little melodies Seagulls A part of the harmony On the ocean shore Seagulls On top of houses And fishing boats Seagulls Making me know That I'm home

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Our golden world has a twisted spine It's face is darkened with a shadowed mind The fault in the stars of human kind Manipulating each other time after time Upon our children's corpses with greed we shall dine When indifference wins, the corporations deny Like an angered child shreaking "NEIN!" Here stands the hooded mask of a darkened face The familiar truth of our beautiful race Passing slowly, painfully with time Will go the golden world with the twisted spine

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC

adam-jones

Twisted Spine

Our golden world has a twisted spine It's face is darkened with a shadowed mind The fault in the stars of human kind Manipulating each other time after time Upon our children's corpses with greed we shall dine When indifference wins, the corporations deny Like an angered child shreaking "NEIN!" Here stands the hooded mask of a darkened face The familiar truth of our beautiful race Passing slowly, painfully with time Will go the golden world with the twisted spine

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Summer Heat... It ripples off the Street Like a Mirage of the Sea Soccer ***** and the Voice Of Mexican Children... All shreaking at the Sound Of the Ice Cream Vender With Cold Treats coming around The hum of thousands of AC's Like the Swarming buzz of Bees Working hard to keep their Cool Hoses like green Snakes Coil Sprinkler Heads Hissing Their Message to the Grass Rumble of a Harley Rolling by Breaks the stillness of the heat Its only Summertime........ On an American Street.....

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Jul 10, 2015

Jul 10, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC

ShamusDeyo

Summer Heat

Summer Heat... It ripples off the Street Like a Mirage of the Sea Soccer ***** and the Voice Of Mexican Children... All shreaking at the Sound Of the Ice Cream Vender With Cold Treats coming around The hum of thousands of AC's Like the Swarming buzz of Bees Working hard to keep their Cool Hoses like green Snakes Coil Sprinkler Heads Hissing Their Message to the Grass Rumble of a Harley Rolling by Breaks the stillness of the heat Its only Summertime........ On an American Street.....

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Within a shell of ice a heart resides all cool and blue and stable of might with constant attention to make it nice, with spit and polish till narry a worry brought forth the inner light. The people who saw fell about in worry with envy on their lips. They picked and they poked but couldn't land a blow. They thought and they fought to brake apart the yoke. Eventually landing a strike that broke it from whole. Taking a piece they shaped it from true, reforged it a new, it sparked and spangled but turned all red. In anger in spite it lost its own head, shreaking it pieced all a head. Falling it fell, down it seemed to hell. Trapped within a body a prisam of lead. Forever and more it's lost to lore, the voyage that once was will never be any more.

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Jan 29, 2013

Jan 29, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC

drew-dockerty

Sundering

Within a shell of ice a heart resides all cool and blue and stable of might with constant attention to make it nice, with spit and polish till narry a worry brought forth the inner light. The people who saw fell about in worry with envy on their lips. They picked and they poked but couldn't land a blow. They thought and they fought to brake apart the yoke. Eventually landing a strike that broke it from whole. Taking a piece they shaped it from true, reforged it a new, it sparked and spangled but turned all red. In anger in spite it lost its own head, shreaking it pieced all a head. Falling it fell, down it seemed to hell. Trapped within a body a prisam of lead. Forever and more it's lost to lore, the voyage that once was will never be any more.

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A knock, she hears Upon the front door Startled, she drops It all on the floor Who could it be? Why are they here? The calm moment gone, Now shattered in fear. She shuffles, she steps Towards that front door Her mind, it spins Dark thoughts, how they soar Is it her foe? Shrouded in hate? Bubbling revenge, and Unwrapping harsh fate. She tips, she toes Closer the front door Her throat, a knot A pit in her core Is it the ghost? Haunting her dreams? Banshee spits fumes While shreaking hot screams. She trips, she slumps Against that front door Her soul, so drained Can't take any more Is it the reaper? Grim to his depth. Hooded cloak collecting On the promise now kept. She weeps, she opens Dreaded front door Mere branch, that knocked Does so no more It's just the front tree But the girl does not see, She does not feel glee For the girl, she is lost, Reliving her nightmares three.

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Jan 22, 2016

Jan 22, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC

ssu7

Untitled

A knock, she hears Upon the front door Startled, she drops It all on the floor Who could it be? Why are they here? The calm moment gone, Now shattered in fear. She shuffles, she steps Towards that front door Her mind, it spins Dark thoughts, how they soar Is it her foe? Shrouded in hate? Bubbling revenge, and Unwrapping harsh fate. She tips, she toes Closer the front door Her throat, a knot A pit in her core Is it the ghost? Haunting her dreams? Banshee spits fumes While shreaking hot screams. She trips, she slumps Against that front door Her soul, so drained Can't take any more Is it the reaper? Grim to his depth. Hooded cloak collecting On the promise now kept. She weeps, she opens Dreaded front door Mere branch, that knocked Does so no more It's just the front tree But the girl does not see, She does not feel glee For the girl, she is lost, Reliving her nightmares three.

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