Best Panacea Poems
Panacea
Panacea…
Goodbye, my love, do not fear, I am here, no more tear.
Dear dear, no more fear, in my dream, reappear, reappear.
Wake up dear, can you hear? Wake up, my love, fly like dove.
I am here; kiss me dear, mommy dear, I am near.
With my two eyes, I taste your lips; panacea was all your kiss.
I am aware, from far away, go, my dear, with no more fear.
Your love, my world, your love my book, you're the world, I was the look,
Your voice shall chant in my silence, I can hear, so clear.
Come back, dear, I am in pain; I need to see, come back to me.
Pain and darkness, night and silence, all are here; I am here.
Lonely I am, silent shadows calling your name, always the same.
Go, my dear, go to heaven, all the angels full of cheer.
Without your touch, nothing feels right; my days are night,
My nights are long, full of fear; what do I need? A burning spear.
Your world, “Haloo” shattered with pain, tears falling, falling like rain;
Panacea is just a dream; I just want to disappear.
For Mom
10/27/16 Haloo
Disrespecter of borders,colour and creed
This pandemic reveals a truth we all must heed
To know that we are all but one and the same
Beneath our skin and culture in this life's game
Where we suffer the sad symptoms and the pain
To reclaim our common brotherhood again
From this dark cloud a silver lining brightens
So that belief in our unity heightens
Such grim moments see us drop our defences
Allowing us clearly to come to our senses
Whether rich or poor,white or black,young or old
In shared humanity we find our true gold
So let this plain message ring out loud and clear
When acting together we have naught to fear.
Presence is a life lesson to keep; parental pasts made one weep
Assisting others was a joyful leap but full of frustration’s trauma
Natural temples answered prayers unheard in organized religion
'All life deserves kindness!' but greed clawed a ‘me-first’ agenda
Conditioned to succeed, a schooled brain became a ‘love-lunatic’
Emotional pains wrestled mental ones through the long embrace
And when unbound, found, love’s road led the less travelled saga ~
(11/16/2020 For SO's contest: It’s a part of me..)
Come, oh Love!
You, salutary medicine of the soul,
Come!
Let your presence in Man’s heart, panacea*
For
Humanity’s ills to become!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 MARCH 2014
*Panacea:
Daughter of Asclepius- God of healing and medicine- and sister of Health,
supposed to heal all ills or diseases!
Feel the country feel.. hear the laughter; the sporadic kssh as the ring pulls go,
as beer; ginger and also popcorn flow, hard seats under a half galvanised roof, movies from Hollywood play to an audience of fireflies and ernest working peoples minds, sultry air is as sluggish as the creek just out of town, barbecues are a'waiting their heyday in Panacea Florida, as the postman tries to outrun his own autos dust cloud, I muse on the strength of humanity and the pitfalls of existence, the world is a million miles off, yet also exists just heartbeats away.'
One mans carcinogenic idea
Invade Ukraine amputate Crimea
But the tumour keeps growing
Now his sick cancer’s showing
A malignancy called North Korea!
By
David Kavanagh
the following sloop of words rowed and towed together as they
came into my periscoptic poop deck with slight emendation
from thee oar ridge in hull.
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along the atlantic, bruitted by cavalier indiscriminate jerry rigged
salient seaboard; adequately buffered, coccooned domicile, eman
cipated from gobstopping hectors, insulated joyfully, kept lodged
within this singular one bedroom apartment (courtesy sans subsi
dized housing facility named highland manor apartments); acqui
escence concerning everyday generalities harbors illustrious kick
starting mindfulness; oasis offering outlier pad; partitioned pathe
tic quintessential respite spans the vast webbed wild world; yoyoing
between deathly diabolical forces gripping heinous heavyhandedness,
imperiling, jettisoning kindled linkedin lumpenproletariat, malfeasance
masquerading mockery monger muckrakers - namely narcissistically,
nee nefariously, odious, pernicious quotidian rapacious treasonous
ugly viciously xenophobic yikyaking zealots; augments bittnerness,
cravenness, depravity, encourages fragmented government, highjin
xing investment; joint kindness kombats lambasting liberal minded
nattering netizens, obliging ogres poisoning, pollutanting; putrification
quality qualm queasy; quintessential rampant, re: reckless reigning
rogue ruination, sanity sapped, senselessness sic smiling spoiliation
stance swindled; tabloid tacitly tendered thru timbered torqued tutelage;
unfettered usurpation violates voices, vultures willingly wring xing
yawping zest axed; before catastrophe dedicated earthlings forced
gallantly; harmonizing heft, holstering, hoping, humanizing instant
aneous juice kegs liquidate manicical Messerschmitt motoring mow
ing natural nemesis; nickleback nincompoops, nodding nonstop op
pressing peoples pinterest, quashing rift righteousness relinguished,
sacred sangfroid sapped slowly, totalitarianism trotted tubby universal
vested worsted xfrayed yarn.
PANACEA
It said, cures all ills,
I took it, not for thrills.
Drowning sorrows for tomorrow,
I drank it, no help at all.
I shot up, but fell.
Therapist tried, oh, what the hell!
There are no remedies to mend
this broken heart.
Our Forefathers' Panacea
By Franklin Price
8/27/2015
Our forefather's Panacea
Would be wonderful to see
Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
These goals were never free
For independence signed their names
Put their lives there on the page
Risking all for all a better life
Collectively a common sage
Backed it up with revolution
A tree to grow from planted seed
Facing unknown fear stopped some of them
For others it was greed
Either way was selfishness
Not for the common good
If that's not what you're thinking now
Perhaps you really should
The journey is not over
Our founders' goals not just for you
Remember “all” the key word here
The rich, the poor, the old, the new
Appreciation for what's guaranteed
On many of us lost
The “pursuit” of dreams is promised
Not the attainment without cost
Our way of life is threatened
From the outside and the in
If we want it to continue
Must work together to begin
Evaluate what's needed
For the betterment of all
Sign your name upon the page
Commit your life to stop the fall
The winds of thoughts blow through my mind
Of troubled times I want to leave behind
With the force of a hurricane they blow
But the memories, they refuse to go
I would like to forget it all and move ahead
Shed thoughts of grief and be happy instead
Wake up one day and see the sun shine
Bask in the light of happiness and make it mine
But every thought of mine is reflective of my past
Every single thought is a nightmare meant to last
That is omnipresent like the darkness in a black hole
Absorbed into every tiny ion of my soul
When my thoughts run wild I run to you
I cling to you, like a child with resources few
Trying to gather strength from the warmth of your bosom
Like a tiny bud that is desperate to blossom
You hold me in your arms like the mother I need
Forgiving me for every action of mine, every misdeed
Reassuring me that my life will soon be better
That I am destined for glory and things bigger
Your eyes shine bright when you look at me
Giving me the strength to be just me
Your smile, your kind words just cannot be described
For me you are just what the doctor prescribed
God sent panacea love is, for all ills and misfortunes that are to be found in this world!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
21 August 2016
See the sea
Fading away from her lover and
Coming back with all her might
Just to kiss her lover
The stronger she came
The more stronger they pull her back;
The heaven knows no gender
The heaven knows no race, but
Does the heaven know me, you and us?
Does the heaven know love?
In my mind, the heaven collapsed a billion times
War ,rape , murder ,starvation ,poverty
They say the guy in heaven don’t sleep
Probably he is blind or maybe he is dead
Was the bevan in heaven a myth
Founded from obsession of suppression
For depriving our expression or
A historic tale of forgotten confession?
Reclaim the lost aggression
For the march of our progression
None is a transgression
That attains perfection
Striding around with a hypnotic state of mind
Every day seems robotic,
Everyone seems idiotic and
Everything turns chaotic.
Are we that myopic? to believe
Spiritual illness can be cured by an antibiotic?
Yes, it's ironic that
We are the heaven: we are the hell
We are the god: we are the devil
We love each other: we hate each other
We make war: we make peace
We give life: we take life
The world need no god
The world need us
Find yourself, be yourself
The world need no god
The world need us
Each individual has enough of anxieties
Which he hides while leading his routine
The concerns may be genuine or otherwise
But for him they are more real than they are.
Hence encourage fun and humour in life
For it is infectious and help heal wounds
It brings a smile on beleaguered façades
The great stress buster balm on the nerves.
So cultivate cheerfulness consciously
And see its beneficial effect on others
Smile at the people you pass and meet
And joyously watch them smile back.
Fun and frolic invigorate one’s being
Generating abundant cheerful energy
That helps vitalise our drab existence
And makes us giggle enthusiastically.
Through laughter alone one can spread
The beauty that lives deep inside him
That helps others forget their discomfort
Laughter is the tonic that truly cures all.
Exquisite throes
You feigned forgive
Such shining sand
But sans a sieve.
While your intent
Was double-down
You kissed me deep
To watch me drown.
A phoenix flamed
Availed and cursed
Thus meant to quell
Your fiery thirst ...
But molten ire
So coolly poured
Is hell-and-gone ...
Your hellish hoard.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Select Y Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Written: September 9, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Rob Carmack
Quote: "Lovers have heartaches that can't be cured by drugs or sleep, or games, but only by seeing their beloved" By Rumi
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In the garland of ailments, we sip nepenthe,
anodyne tinctures in elegant flasks—
murmurous promises, beauteous masks,
each fard a façade, each pill a palimpsest
of pain rewritten in mellifluous ink.
Pneumology sings in stertorous sighs,
dyspnea dances under the aegis of relief.
We stroll through the lanes of this lush haven.
The breathtaking tablets gaze into bliss.
What trendy medicine pills and supplies
Supply human beings with many ways to support?
I share on the matter of preventing slurs.
The breakdown of moiety and the rise of risk.
For even the most ductile clay
may crumble in the quagmire of misuse.
In the seraglio of spurious bliss,
the simple and the iconoclast alike
grasp the absurdity of escape.
Acherontic powders, hexed and hissing,
wafture through the penumbra of parties,
where flapdoodle masquerades as rapture.
fear grips the veins—
a jussive urge, impetuous and egregious.
We extemporize joy, inhale incarnadine dusk,
and resile from reason with pertinacity.
turbulent dawns, wan and woebegone,
usher in ischemia’s kiss,
a paucity of comeliness,
a summary of sorrow.
The lush becomes lurid,
the sumptuous turns stygian.
Even the most miraculous odyssey
may cease in necrotic silence.
Meliorism in time to come
Yet still, amid the desiccation,
a scintilla of optimism coruscates.
The riparian soul, lithe and lit with Love,
may manipulate a raw moiety of meaning.
Through the shield of empathy,
the one who heals
may reclaim the palimpsest of self.
Not all who inhale are lost—
Some merely seek the empyrean
through alternate doors.
Let us not belittle
the addict, the patient, the seeker.
Each belongs to a consanguineous ilk
of yearning, of zoetic ache.
So let us offer not just palliation,
but propinquity,
not just summary judgment,
but the sacred burnished balm
of understanding.
Let Love be the panacea,
let compassion be the coruscation
that flickers in the penumbra
of every pharmacological night.