Best Panic Attack Poems

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...

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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....

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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...

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The world has settled down and switched off its light
it has closed its eyes to rest its head
My brain has decided something else is in store for me
as I climb into my bed

Tonight my demons hold me
they surround me and control me
each one could tell...

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Buzzing in my ears
I've got to get out of here
In a cold sweat
It's away from these people I have to get

I can't just bolt, they would wonder why
Now I can't see, I'm going to die
I can't breathe, I can't hear
Are you alright ?  Faces...

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It’s like all air passage ways have sealed shut, and you’re gasping, reaching out blindly in search of a solution and, slowly, that little voice in the back of your head is getting louder and louder and the list is piling up and that pressure...

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Lord, let me be
free, walking
along the spine of the earth

no longer subject
to these toothless
fears....

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Dizzy ceiling which i stare in..
I admire the texture that i'm feeling.
Meanwhile i am shaking, writing,
fighting with emotions.
I must concentrate on something
to forget the pain i feel.
I am breathing while i sink
just to know that this is real.
I can't help to catch my beat.
from my...

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With macabre-like fear, I fret as Death glides near,
     all too near! And in my ears, buried deep,
ticks a ghostly tick-tock—it's all I hear
     (so deep, deep in my ears I cannot sleep)!

I'm manic; and with every...

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Eyes
Darting around the room,
not focussing on anything
Can’t focus on anything.
Watering, blurring my vision
I cannot see.

Hands
Sweat on my palms,
fingers trembling.
Not enough strength
to grip anything
I cannot feel.

Stomach
Tied in knots,
somersault after somersault.
My lunch wants to say hello,
just try to breathe
I cannot breathe.

Mind
Racing in circles,
images flashing by.
They always said,
“Try...

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Pulse is racing
And chest tight
Nerves are shredded
Ice in lungs
Can’t see through tears

Arrhythmic pounding
Time is near
True or not
Ain’t seeming clear
Can’t you help me, in any way?
Keep this stuff from coming back!?!...

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Heart racing
palpitating
fingers trembling
body shaking
fear the blood won't reach my head
this isn't worth it if I'm dead!...

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Encroached by bleakness barren thoughts derail,
lost zephyr junction-bound now frozen still,
whose screams for help are made to no avail,
as panic railroads bits where nightmares drill;

Safe harbors flee when tidal waves attack,
stirred quick from fossils steamed in hellish heat;
An anxious cabin falters off its track,
then leaps...

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*Inspired by Edward Ibeh's wonderful poem titled Sniffing Flowers:


Santa had a panic attack!
There was too much to do
Too little time
Presents piled up, lists overflowed,
Too much stress, too many requests!
Too little time
The weather didn’t look good
The reindeer didn’t feel well
Rudolph’s nose wasn’t so bright
Mrs. Clause said,...

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Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming anxiety. He peers out into the gloominess at the wheel and tightly clutches the steering wheel. Perched like a set piece in a...

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