Best Panic Stricken Poems
The Enmity
Seeking justice is the only way you knew how to protect us.
As a juvenile delinquent I was too young to recognize it.
I am always trying to justify it,
Knowing the whole time you had a hold on me that only I could see.
As you continue to play tricks on me,
I was a novice but with your help no one ever noticed.
Discourage by the public, I became irrelevant.
You showed me things that were not true,
You told me that everyone was wrong but you.
They were not the enmity the enmity was you, your lies eventually grew.
Conspiracy theories I let you convince me.
I was weak, and you got the best of me.
Making me believe everyone was out to get me,
And no one could ever love me.
You said he was a cheater, and were cheating on me brought out my insecurities.
Insanity you drove me, anxiety confines me.
Vindictive was all I consisted of.
Taking my past out on everyone that crossed my path.
You controlled my laughter, you told me when I could laugh.
You held my happiness captive in a glass capsule.
Like carbon dioxide you traveled in me throughout my lifetime.
Highly poisonous colorless, and odorless you were my organic carbon.
I am panic stricken and the plot only thickens.
You are my enmity the brain that was giving to me.
My very own paparazzi my mind taking snap shots of me.
I am my worst enemy, the enmity has always been me.
As of right now you control the words that are coming out of me.
You want me to see what you see.
I see the good, the bad, and the ugly that you made me.
My mind has always been in control of me.
Telepathy of my enmity, cofounder of simply me
Apprehensive and panic-stricken
I practice assuming the crash position .
While a “ fasten seatbelt” sign flashes
like a beacon, foretelling our demise,
cool beads of sweat form on my forehead.
A paralyzing anxiety washes over me.
My knuckles are chalk white as
my hands grip the armrests.
I try to swallow but my throat is dry as dust.
I frantically push the bell to summon an attendant.
I need water…..anything!
She appears looking concerned
and I’m impressed how calm she remains
in such a dire situation.
My knees tremble as I once again
examine my seat, ready,
should I need it as a flotation device.
Feeling uncontrollably trapped,
my chest tightens, my lungs scream for oxygen.
Suddenly the plane lurches, the engines roar,
then silence.
Oblivious to those around me,
terror has me tight in her grasp.
A pounding headache
tortures my disconnected thoughts.
A sudden wave of imminent diaster engulfs me.
Assuming the worst,
I close my eyes and pray for a miracle.
In response, comes the ominous announcement,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
we will be taxiing to the runway momentarily,
we apologize for the delay.’’
I stare down the alley, upon a tree.
The Demon Child does stare at me.
I look back and He isn't there,
Leaving me frightened and unaware.
I can feel His unlimited hate,
Piercing flame burns as Hell's gate.
That evil Thing sees through my soul.
Each eye is like an empty hole.
I run with my very soul's essence,
But nothing can relieve me of His presence.
I turn around, and there are more,
So i reach down, onto the floor.
I pick up a club of nails and wood,
And I facing them, there I stood.
Looking forward, I was ready to fight.
With what ever remained of my soul's might.
I swung so hard, my club did peel,
But useless against skin hard as steel.
I gather my strength and lunged ten feet,
Over a fence and onto the street.
I look with happiness, then almost cried,
The oncoming cars have no one inside.
There is nothing, no one, but Them and me.
Why is this how it has to be?
I am exhausted, but continue to sprint,
The light of hope is only a glint.
I get an idea, and find some rope.
I know this is my only hope.
I climb all the way to the roof of my house,
And I hide there like a panic-stricken mouse.
With none in sight, I can finally rest.
What happened next, I couldn't have guessed.
As I lay in wait, Something taps my shoulder.
My stomach sinks just like a boulder.
He just stands there, pointing at me.
I am certain it's futile to flee.
Because they are all there, voices dark but true:
"Why do you make it so easy for us to find you?"
Azure blue skies weep in rent glacial torrents,
iridescent earth sun trap poised to garner sympathy,
dark red cloud’s indignant float might yet rumble,
toxic deluge drenches mudbank plot as toilers whine,
thunderstruck I gaze at wild indigo sea mist on brine-fleck shore
Edge of seat terra firma species orange alert mere bluster,
grim altitude apocalypse for amber moon orb,
rampant shower pockmark with visual scar as trenchant plague,
vapour trail from lachrymose horizon now a shrunken haze,
alarm bell’s doleful peal across an impact cratered expanse once sumptuous mint green
Stream of gurgling silken brook upon reciprocal bright cadence,
otherworldly pine from volatile nebulae’s damp swathe,
vapid biome acreage a gaunt reflection though surreal,
despite magenta stardust twinkle whose infant phase corralled
by wayward drizzle
Hemisphere by half redolent of sombre devastation,
yet exotic visual haunt is that vaunted shadow zone,
sweet maple leaf ether bound refuge from monsoon rife,
pot of gold opal strewn paradise escape hatch,
from lesion blight topsoil or open sore empyrean
Purple leaf and bell pepper cascade swirling o'er panic stricken globe,
perfume clad hillock under hawk-eye squint,
denizens idyllic foster atmospheric canny urban vault,
they hobble gingerly on salmon pink stone bridge en route to harried terrain rescue
After driving so far down the road,
I needed some sleep, so I slowed.
A sign said "motel"......
but one cannot tell,
when the weirdo is due to explode !!
This motel had declared a good rate.
So, I checked into my room, rather late.
But the price should be lower!
Compromised in the shower
By proprietor, young Norman Bates !!
I ran fast down the road, like a chicken !
While forgetting my clothes, panic-stricken !
No more showers, for me ! !
No more bubble bath glee ! !
Bare-assed, I might be, ....but still kickin' !!!!!
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4/30/15 For The Contest Sponsored By Tammy Reams
It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate
Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news
Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view
The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day
Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way
The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black
Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks
Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound
What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds
Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue
From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view
Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone
Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong
The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds
Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead
All through the night, tremors came and went
Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent
I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on
Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone
Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins
Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn
There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park
The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark
Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower
Are we about to witness, another of her powers
Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning
Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning
I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date
It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate
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Random happenings of life
get out of record just as quick.
They may sustain however, to boost
our own morals in some tranquil moment, especially
when such incidents have been generated by our own
learnt values and kindness; a helping
hand to a pregnant woman in the
store; accompanying a child
across the road
and like yesterday;
I was drawn with concern as an
old modest lady, preceding me out of bank, dropped her
fat purse. I rushed dropping my heavy office bag to secure
it and called to her, brandishing her valuable.
She looked back bewildered and exclaimed
“Oh!” as she recognized her belonging.
A disconcerted look painted
her face red and she grabbed
my hand with the wallet. Desperation
and relief was the new image on her panic stricken face.
She nearly hugged me mumbling incoherent words of
gratitude and relief. I smiled kindly,
assuring her it was nothing.
She explained she was
saved from a great loss.
I advised her to check the content
and made sure she placed it inside her bag.
I returned back her thankful smile and turned back to pick
my bag. I waved to her as I rushed. I look back, once at the
crossing; she was still standing dazed,
gazing at me, her handbag strongly
clutched beneath her arm.
I waved to her and smiled to
myself crossing. There were springs
in my paces; I felt so good. I glanced around at everyone,
feeling happy and proud. The sun looked brighter in the blue
sky as clouds move decisively. The world
seemed suddenly more beautiful.
My day was made!
Sleep is such a precious thing
Now I lay my head,
Close my mind from worrying,
Count some sheep instead
I drift off into my dream...
Hubby starts to snore !
Not again!! Well, I can scheme,
Ewes and me at war !
Sheep stampeding out the door !
A panic stricken flock
I've pushed hubby to the floor
A frantic man in shock!
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For "I'm So Annoyed" Contest........sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman
Audio hallucinations, voices not angelic, they're atrocious and scathing.
No one else hears whispering every now and then: Did you hear that?
Going mad a big fear; her visceral crazy dreams are becoming unclear.
Entertains, never complains of painful futile pursuit. Panic stricken, blames other.
Less what’s prescribed—dizzy, a soundproof booth she describes and it, a bother.
Outerspace, underground, heavens above, always hate! Where is love?
Reality vanishes, she comes undone—swears she hears something, someone.
Denials rest her mind; amassing piles of illusions and lies combined.
Experiments; government, bad karma! Conscience, angel or demon? Too much.
Mental illness? She is functioning and keeps it together. She’s in touch.
O God, a curse, be strong, in this damned world others suffering's much worse.
Nevertheless tries her best, she sleeps with one eye open, frightened.
—a healthy mind, a soul quest.
This will never be as good as
the classic to live and let die
but to let it go I will try
mama I aint calling you out
I know... I did say goodbye
many love ones almost never
get that chance
however it kind of got me thinking
who am I kidding
I was so use to living in confined space
that it eroded my mind's thinking spaces
it was not always things within my control
I sucked at letting it go
did I ever learned from my failures?
of which it was a lot at times
enough to let you go out of your mind
while I'm awake
you have no trouble sleeping
I guess when a heart breaks
it don't breakeven
praying to a god
I don't believe in
I've been running
trying to be one who sees
I've working on salvation
out on my knees
trying escape damnation
it is something to look into
when I cross that bridge
if time could be frozen
I'll keep it in the fridge
to melt slowly to moments
that's enjoyable
moments before the fall
end up in that deafening silent
panic stricken call
then there the is regret
for not letting go...
The Dark Destroyer
Part I
The void arrives
Sucks you in and down
Into the nothingness
Only darkness breathes
Life out of focus
It seems all is lost
Panic stricken, then
Realisation hits
Aware that it’s here
The Dark Destroyer!
The void door closes
No strength to fight
You succumb, averse
No one understands
It’s a lonely battle
Inside your own head
Trapped, Defeated
Part II
Defeated – not dead!
Many a battle
Still to overcome
Take action, right now!
Shout loud, ‘they’ will hear
The void door re-opens
Join forces, unite
With ‘they’ who can help
‘They’ will stand by you
Guide you, comfort you
Give positive light.
It’s a classic duel
Of light verses dark
Who wins in the end?
It’s you who decides!
It all ended there,
Inside the deepest, darkest valley in my heart
Where sorrow found me, and pain adopted me
Where anger consumed me, and hatred filled my veins
Inside the deepest, darkest valley in my heart
A place no one dared dream of,
Where anger consumed me, and hatred filled my veins
Where every ray of hope was eaten by agony
A place no one dared dream of,
Deep, dark, and silent
Where every ray of hope was eaten by agony
Everything drenched by depression
Deep, dark, and silent
Panic-stricken, soul demented
Everything drenched by depression
Endless suffocation of paranoia
Panic-stricken, soul demented
Where sorrow found me, and pain adopted me
Endless suffocation of paranoia
It all ended there,
When Truly, Deeply Lost And One Has Faith One Is About To Die
Alone and defiant I stood staring into death's icy face
On a knife thin ledge, slippery on a high cliff's so out of place
Panic stricken daring to pray for courage and hopeful saving out
At that very moment death spoke with its hideously wicked shout
Screaming, " You will die, I have you in my cold iron clutches now
I see you pray for divine help, even that field you cannot plow
Do recall in wicked nightmares how I gave you such deadly blows
Yes, sweat all the more and crying out for help, let your dark fear grow!
When truly, deeply lost and one has faith one is about to die.
Pray for mercy, pray for life, speak to that golden throne in the sky.
In my wild youth, I must have retold this story a thousand times
Some called me a liar, others said a poet with his rhymes
Yet as sure as Heaven its sweet promise vow of salvation gives
I survived, that gifted miracle proves this now old poet lives
Perhaps one future day I shall write the story of my rescue
How by faith I was given a new life and one I was not due
If ever so, this my testimony would assuredly awe and shock
Know this, death once had me in its unrelenting hard icy lock!
When truly, deeply lost and one has faith one is about to die.
Pray for mercy, pray for life, speak to that golden throne in the sky.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2021
Rhyme
Note:
Composed this afternoon.
Sitting at the dining table, the old man began to sob.
He said Lord I was just a wondering how many souls today the devil got to rob.
The news said over fifty thousand were killed this very day,
Oh, Father God he said, in such a tragic way!
Men, women, and children, for many this day would be their last,
As the walls came tumbling down so very, very fast.
People standing and watching helpless, stunned by what they see,
Panic stricken, their only thoughts find safety, but where could they flee?
Shock and disbelief as screams and dust fill the air,
And realization faces those alive that death is everywhere.
This world is feeling birthing pains, the time is getting near,
What just happened in Haiti, could just as easily happen here!
We can never stop the Hand of God, but we can be ready for that day,
The old man raised his head and looked at me and said son join me as I pray.
His collar now was wet from tears as he led us both in prayer,
Those that are lost I pray somehow they find their way to someone who can share!
Castle grounds at midnight
Spookily lit by moonlight
Black clouds were lowering
Ghost Hunters together hoping
Their collective thoughts emoting
Came greenish haze glowing
Tinged by ectoplasm denoting
An apparition visible floating
Long grey dress soaking
A grimaced face moaning
Panic stricken all noting
Few skeptics now disbelieving
Heard high pitch screeching
Saw bats come weaving
Temperature dropped to freezing
As someone tried communicating
Each attempt was disappointing
Until fading to dematerialising
They tried an exorcising
Fires of hell stoking
Their meddling chants invoking
All the ghouls residing
Gleefully saw them fleeing
As rain came teeming
Hunt no longer appealing.