Best Panic Poems
Blind panic
There was a warning came one day
It said disaster’s on its way
An old volcano in the distance
It could erupt in any instance
The molten ash came pouring out
As neighbouring village was in doubt
Folk were running to and fro
It seems they had nowhere to go.
Buildings were cracking one by one
Blocking out the golden sun
This thing did turn our day to night
As everyone was filled with fright
As the Earth did turn to lava
Many prayed to the holy father.
Vera Duggan 16 August 2014.
For loo rolls some shoppers are vying
and people are seen panic buying
The shelves are now empty
When once there was plenty
Stockpiling - there is no denying!
I panic when I need the loo -
I’m hoping its wee wee not pooh
Cos I’m sat on the seat
and we’re down to one sheet
Perhaps torn newspapers will do!
3/10/20
It always starts with chest pain
Sharp pain that I can’t bear
It radiates down my arms
First thing I always think
I’m dying
My heart begins to beat
Faster and faster
I feel like just a little longer
And it will fly out of my chest
Like a bird trying to escape its cage
My hands begin to shake
My head starts to spin
Like that boy you always see at the amusement park
His mother says no but he continues to
Ride every roller coaster he possibly can
Pumping his adrenaline like it’s a damn game
I feel like I’m drowning and everyone around me knows how to swim
Every breath I take is harder to bear
I feel like I’m gonna drop
I sit down and suddenly it stops
I can breath
It’s done
I feel relief
But then I realize that there will be more oceans to swim and roller coasters to ride
It’s not over
And I never know when it will happen again
Heart pounding,
Confused and disoriented,
I cannot breathe.
There is a tightness in my chest
And butterflies in my stomach.
Vision blurred,
Weak and dizzy,
Nothing feels real.
There is tension in my muscles
And numbness in my skin.
Body aching,
Cool and sweaty,
I am shaking.
There is a panic in my head
And fear within my being.
The powerful palpitations pounding in my chest,
Will my heart with stand this test,
Another attack has just begun,
Abracadabra out it sprung.
Piercing pain constricting my chest,
My ribs collapsing, the attack conquering its quest,
Each breath harder, sharper, shallower than the next,
My fingers hastily clawing at my chests raw flesh.
Panic awakens my pale plain face,
Every gasp leaves a lingering lifeless taste,
Time is of the essence, prayers wont save me now,
The devils claws run deep and are dragging me down.
Awaiting me, a fiery hell of tortured terror,
My lungs burn is my soul to be condemned forever,
Just one deep breath to save my soul hear me saviour,
I beg of you I am not ready to meet my maker.
Finally the attack releases my air way,
The fatal fear and fantasies begin to fade away,
I have survived another panic attack today.
Here in this room again
mind’s racing
the fan on low…
and I’m not to be trusted
can’t be left alone here
with shot gun temples
and a soul full of fear
no worse place than now
I can’t yell it more clearly
I beg for your attention
but I can’t stand you near me
contradiction swimming
in the blood of my veins
I’d cut off my hands
to send toxins to drain
I’m gutless
yet I’m too gutsy for action
say that in public
imagine the reaction
I sit in whirl pools
but I’ve always hated heat
and claim to take a stand
but I’m lazy at my seat
and I’m always on time
as I miss the bus again
I lie in your face
with a devilish grin
I’m harmless
and swear I didn’t mean it
I talk about my conscience
still I’ve never seen it
in a world of swirling confusions
I’m stuck on the spin cycle
madness,
creating contusions
my game’s not over
I need a fresh start
I’m begging for new blood
cus’ I’ve got a good heart
Labored breaths echo throughout the bolted space.
A doom sensation overtakes the place of solace.
Her eyes scan for any exit.
Light scrambles through a cracked door.
A window glows, ajar.
Too far away for the taking, her body immobilizes.
She strives to breathe... even that threatens to cease.
Silent screams gasp for life,
as if trying to turn a door with breath.
A wave of wet beads seethe from her skin,
like lakes between boulders.
Her shoulders rise like hefty mountain weights
summoned to a stomach of scrambled sand.
In a kaleidoscopic instant, from the perceived exit,
enters a tuxedo hero, donning sporty socks,
flaunting a solid strut.
Up, he jumps upon her lap, like
the reward of a clapping audience.
His constant fur coat would be a king's boast.
Like melted butter on toast, he spreads his warmth.
A reverberating purr becomes the mender of broken emotions.
Hyperventilation fades to mimic his oceanic vibes.
2/26/2019
a winter sun plays hide and seek
odd shadows chill my bones
reminding me of annual constraints
i crave to escape instinctively
a caged animal an inmate
itching for the taste of freedom
i feel a desperate panic
seeking latitude by longitude
An urge for trekking cruising
globetrotting and jetsetting
a deeper innate hankering
to recharge spent batteries
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on May 21, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE O sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Rational me is capable and whole
Irrational me has complete lack of control
Rational me is happy and relaxed
Irrational me panics and cracks
Rational me views life in a positive light
Irrational me battles crippling fear without hope in sight
Rational me makes the most of every day
Irrational me wants to sleep the day away
Rational me is clear...has clarity
Irrational me is afraid…engulfed by anxiety
Rational me sees beauty and light
Irrational me faces a darker plight
Rational me lives life on the right track
Irrational me suffers debilitating panic attacks
Worry wonders and doubts
It speculates on the hopes and habits
It ponders all the thoughts and misgivings
It deliberates on the joy and kindness
It even questions the peace and serenity
Worry seeks a heart to attack
A calm to disturb with turbulence
A happiness to disappoint with sorrow
A light to snuff out with a dark thought
Worry drains souls of their pleasure
Pierces the dreams with murky shadows
Destroys the embrace of sweet grace
And sends discouragement into the spirit
Worry is a tool of the devil
Who came to seek whom he might destroy
With his lies and his doom and his despair
Worry is his device, his utensil
The instrument he uses to bring us down
So that we can’t find the faith to reach out
Toward the One who knows all about our worries
And brings us encouragement and reassurance
The inspiration and enthusiasm to refocus
On the promises He gives with His mercy and compassion
The love that arises out of the darkest moments
Love that assures us He will restore and rebuild
Despite whatever the worries might foresee
Worry is blind to the fact that
His love can diminish every doubt
Relieve every pain, erase every cloud
With the rising of His Son, His light
The One who will always work things out
Matthew 6:26 (KJV) Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
nostrils flare smoke sensed
creatures panic white-tails turn
wind whips flames ~ wildfire
January 24, 2021
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A Moment in Nature Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Do not fear the coming tempest;
See our God with faithful eyes.
He will care for you with interest.
This won't take you by surprise.
Do not worry that you'll perish.
He will raise you if you do.
By Jehovah you are cherished.
Our great God will rescue you.
Do not mind our persecutors-
those who strive to bring you doubt.
Let the Spirit be your tutor.
With our God your gait is stout.
Panic In the Vegetable Garden
By Elton Camp
The carrot turn from yellow to pale
“Danger!” it called out to the kale
The tomato gaped in great fear
“Caution broccoli, they’re here.”
Mushroom whispered to the squash,
“Beware for they’re here to nosh.”
Pumpkin felt of his hard shell
“If they touch me, I’ll yell.”
“Oh horrors!” said the peas
“How we hate such as these.”
Why did the veggies begin to shout?
Because vegans were roving about!
The heart is a panic room
the doors slide shut
super quick
all is silent.
behind the metal walls
there is no music
but you can hear
morse code
Candide Diderot. ‘24
I feel sorry for my good mate Billy,
Who chewed on the hottest of chilly.
His mouth copped the blast,
Now with body parts caste...
His wife frantically searches for Willy.