Best Panicking Poems
Just An Old Poet, Holding On Until I Die
I write verse, live in the moment and score the past
oft revealing naked truths that set some aghast,
yet with rhyme and reason, I ink stain each white page,
some even tried to knock me off the poet's stage.
Tho' pen, paper and I felt no panicking fear
my course was set, but it was not always so clear,
wrote furiously for a time, to make my mark,
world brutally beat me, prospects were very stark.
As time flowed on by, and with wisdom slowly gained
inking pages, I saw they were not so badly stained,
life had given perspective and a renewed lease
although not Jason, I had found my golden fleece.
Just an old poet, holding on until I die
poetry is my treasure, do not ask me why!
Sonnet: 6-14-2018
When I think of the things I'm afraid of,
All of my fears and worries flood my head,
Their screams steal my focus from things above,
Some mornings I cannot get out of bed,
Panicking as I look for a way out,
Acting confident as I go about,
Nobody ever knows I'm so afraid,
Sometimes I feel as though I'm worry's maid,
Then I listen, and He says, "Do not fear",
And then He reminds me He's always near,
Every worry suddenly flied away,
My fear no longer messes with my thoughts,
All this is so because God loves me lots,
I no longer fear the things of this world.
What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!
Oh my God! What a Stag Night
I can't quite remember, what did we do?
Why's there a tattoo on my butt on the right?
And why is half my hair blue?
I'm panicking now about what will ensue
When in the shower blue dye starts to disappear
And the girl's name just dissolves from my rear.
I'm loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer
A triple dare
Of a husband number three
My beautiful day, I swirl for the show
Hubby number three won't be free for a while.
Still puzzling, how did I get here?
A triple trouble stands in front of me
The bachelor party a couple of nights ago
I wish I was free again
The knife in the cake crumbles as the sweet cake is savoured.
As the blushing bride I look all around
My brothers and sisters, eyes open wide
They look at the cake and at the groom frown
But they're smacking their lips but not at the bride
The church doors are locked, everyone is inside
When will the service be over, how long will it take?
Before they can get their hands on that cake.
As the blushing groom I nervously look at a sister
The brothers are scowling, her kids just grinning
Don't think you can back out now mister
My fate is sealed, my head is spinning
The priest calls to order, the service beginning
I glance across at the majestic cake
Like Kilimanjaro no knife could it break.
The wedding day rings dancing on the plate
Waiting to be worn on this forever date
The service ends, the wedding bells still ringing
The now wife and husband each having
A million thoughts running
The groom takes a quick glance at his years of single
The bride not holding back on this mingle.
She loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer, a triple dare
Of a husband number three
He is still puzzling, how he got here
The cake demolished to only one crumb
Just like his chances of being free
The air splits as jets rip the sky
as death pilots every flight tonight.
And fearing that everyone may die,
panicking people scatter in fright.
Harboring hate, oft levies steep tolls
in the struggle of east versus west.
For martyrs possess revengeful souls,
to that, human bombs can attest.
The sting of a bullet takes a life,
unleashing reality's nightmare.
But, severing a head with a knife,
makes killing a personal affair.
Standing on arrogance, we feel tall
till a mine strikes with its shrapnel bite.
And sold on right, we think we can't fall,
but a boy lies dead, lost to this fight.
Innocent blood spills upon the sands,
among the casualties of war.
And God-fearing souls wash crimson hands,
never knowing what their child died for.
(Quatrain)
2/19/2015
"I'm bleeding
do you think you can patch me up?
oh the ceiling is
starting to spin around
and around and
this feeling
my arms are tingling
hating and seething
i think that i am
panicking!
Attack an Attack
my body turns on me
i can't react
the world is falling all around me
An attack an Attack
my face is numb
soon i'll hit the ground
and no one's going to save
me any how.
Breathing is shallow
much like a wave
put me on a stretcher
and carry me so far away
the thoughts in my head
are starting to race
my body is seizing
i think i'm panicking...
Attack an Attack
my body turns on me
i can't react
this world is falling
all around me
An attack an Attack
my face is going numb
soon i'll hit the ground
cuz no one's here to
save me any how.
Panic attack
an attack an attack
panic attack
panic
attack!"
Enraged muddy storm surges, crashed against
The white and red frame ocean shore tower
Panicking with a foreboding horror
The valiant old sailor gained strong power
Hurricane wind blows like a howling wolf
Darkening the afternoon in umbra
Clouding the vision of the azure sky
Eclipsing golden sun with penumbra
Escaping downstairs to preserve his life
Prayed fervently to calm his distressed soul
Ascertaining it was an angst nightmare
Reassuming the protection controul
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4-10-2016
they said when they found her
she was frozen
my god-mother who was a police officer
told me
they had to peel the ice laden sheets from
my mothers face
i knocked on the the door
the night before
when it swung open behind the iron guard gate
i stared at champagne
such an odd name
for a pit bull
having hated me for years
he lunged at the gate
why didn't i just leave?
why?
i ran to the back of the house and
broke the window
why was i panicking?
broke the window to draw him to the back
ran back to the front door
and tried...
mamma i tried....
to open the gate
champagne
such an odd name
hit the gate howling and growling
i wish i would have paid attention
to how he looked at me
i left defeated
and asked the neighbor if he had seen
my mom
"not today"
i found out the next day
that my mom was frozen stiff on that bed
all alone
while i knocked
outside
Last night I dreamt I saw you standing
in a field of blue wild flowers,
it's been decades since I've seen you,
but it only felt like hours.
You were smiling at me,
that crooked smile I love,
I tried to move toward you, but
my feet were stuck in mud.
I was rooted to the spot,
on the border of that field
and, though I longed to reach you,
the earth refused to yield.
Frustrated and panicking I
looked down at my feet,
and then you were gone and...
I guess I was asleep.
In pursuit of imperfect perfection,
she slowly turned every lucky star blind,
drowning in constant chores from obsession,
unable to appease her stormy mind.
Promises ascend against perception,
nothing halts fixed rituals from spinning,
as turmoils of time twirl through aggression,
she sees the devilish mantra winning.
What is left when breathing becomes a pain?
whilst malignant fears urge for reliance,
spiky succulents perish faith in vain
frantically panicking in silence.
day bleeds into repetitive debate—
Emotive wildfires stir despair and hate.
emotive wildfires
appease her stormy mind blind
stir despair and hate
breathing becomes a pain~in the pursuit of imperfect perfection
I'm standing in a crowded room, but yet I'm all alone.
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, but no one hears me.
I'm jumping up and down, panicking, but no one even bothers to look up,
To notice me!
PLEASE notice me, give me some attention
It seems as though our body and mind waves are in different divisions.
Separated by negativity
Our childish minds and stupidity.
Trust and Truth. Some people find it hard to show this.
But all they really want to do is be noticed.
Form:
(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)
Another
Work
Day
Alarm
Shower
Coffee
Husband
Wife
Goodbye
Driving
Car
Work
Neighbor
Wife
Bedroom
Coffee
Sex
Cigarettes
Forgetting
Husband
Laptop
Taking
Off-ramp
Next
Crawling
Traffic
Congested
Turning
Car
Around
Driving
Home
Again
Parking
Driveway
Home
Panicking
Wife
Disbelief
Hiding
Neighbor
Closet
Approaching
Husband
Door
Greets
Husband
Door
Kisses
Wife
Entry
Smelling
Husband
Cigarettes
Smoke
Wife
Doesn’t
Searching
Husband
Suspicious
Increasing
Husband
Anger
Backyard
Cigarettes
Found
Questioning
Husband
Livid
Denies
Wife
Tears
Investigating
House
Yelling
Following
Wife
Pleading
Searching
Bedroom
Threatening
Approaching
Husband
Closet
Intercepts
Husband
Wife
Pushing
Wife
Floor
Tearing
Wife
Hysterics
Opening
Husband
Closet
Standing
Neighbor
Closet
Pleading
Wife
Tears
Holding
Husband’s
Pistol
Trembling
Neighbor’s
Hands
Infuriated
Husband
Roars
BANG
BANG
BANG
Ringing
Ears
Smoke
Hysterical
Wife
Crying
Stumbling
Husband
Floor
Closing
Neighbor
Husband
One
Head
Shot
Pooling
Blood
Floor
Bleeding
Husband
Dead
Shot
Own
Gun
Sharing
Husband’s
Bed
Adultery
Wife
Whore
Coward
Neighbor
Murderer
Scarlet
Wife
Accessory
Awaits
Prison
Both
(Based on a true story. This happened a few blocks from my previous residence. I took some creative liberties with the story, names are fictional.)
I woke up,
a strangers next to me,
it's not right,
it's not who it's supposed to be!
I rub my eyes,
to help me see,
my heart is racing,
I want to flee!
Am I dreaming,
do my eyes deceive,
what's happening now,
I can't believe!
No matter how,
I try to leave,
my means of escape,
I can not achieve.
I'm panicking now,
so what can I do,
my eyes are wide open,
I see the full view!
He left the door open,
and the truck running too,
in jumped a man,
but I don't know who.
He slammed on the gas,
without no despair,
speeding into traffic,
he didn't even care!
His eyes were like fire,
like none to compare,
all twitching around,
in a deviant glare.
It happened so fast,
like a blink of an eye,
the only thing said,
was "your not gonna die"!
He finally pulled over,
and just said goodbye,
I looked at him strangely,
and didn't reply!
Feelings of
resentment, I
spurred my
immaturity, my old
man, bestowed his
lousy gift of
unwanted knowledge.
taking from him
lessons,
ungratefully, these
lessons were for
life and patience, I
saw as he worked the
entire world.
From basketball
grounds, to going to
my bedroom, home
court advantages all
his, sitting on his
throne
Angers swelling high
Embarrassment had I
My day would come
soon
Early years had I
that passed,
enduring all those
moments, feelings
disappointments
almost every day, I
grew numb
I, believing for
long stints, life
does not care for
happiness such as
mine, and I gazing
at the man of the
hour every hour
like royalty, taking
my defeats less like
a man, more like a
subject would he
ever pass the
scepter?
Spending those
moments
I appreciated more
In the coming years
I watched five
o'clock shadows,
form on the court,
his face, our
memories, I felt new
kinds of sadness to
win
Getting closer to
his score,
understanding his
game more each day,
I panicking, so used
to being the loser
thought those days
would never end, a
mentality to fail
once more might
revive our spirits
Mutual respect
Changing of the
guard had come
All so bitter sweet
No more invisible speechless, deaf and blind child
With neglected pleasures being addicted to denial
Floating through time, gravitating towards a warm arm
With an appetite for the emptiness that promises no harm
No more uncontrollable eruptions of emotional depression
A primal S.O.S. from the barren prison of selfless expression
that only the guilty with the innocent
Souls-know buried in social scar tissue of defective ego
No more relentless sifting through bodies seeking self
Settling through competitive combat for what's left on the shelf.
A mad melee of supply and demand driven by gullible pride that
leads to sedating the you that suffocates inside
No more - forever no more - because I've unshut my eyes
And the differences between God's word and Man's Wills was realized
Seeing opposing parallel lives some liquid, other frozen. Let me to never
seek from man what God has chosen.
Then the negative whispering subsided and the panicking ceased
the undercurrent suppression of pent-up terror was released as the
mystery of the unknown manifested pristine clear A positive message
of truth entered my ear
Now, across my face is a brand new smile
With a newly revealed meaning of a "Destine Child"
A message of hope is being released from my Heart
And I am overwhelmed with dedication to do my part
All I ever wanted was to be as I once was - Unbounded
Somehow it got all twisted and before long sounded
As though life was continuous connive-thrive-drive
Choking out the simple joy of just being alive
Now I am filled with love and I sing a love song
A song for yesterday, today, tomorrow, and beyond
My new prayer is - Thank You God for setting Me Free
And Thank You God - For Giving Me back Me
Form:
During the Second World War, people were panicking everywhere in the world. And of all continents, Asia was one of the most devastated in the history of wars.
So many people in Asia were victims of slavery. Most of them are women. They were victims of molestation and rape. The worst of all, slitting them in their necks or being stabbed so deep between their breasts after being disrespected.
The story of the loaf of bread started not in China or anywhere else in the North, but in the Far East -- the place called "Pearl Of The Orient." Pearl of the East, as it is sometimes called, is situated north of Borneo and south of Japan, east by the Pacific ocean and west by the China sea. The map itself shows a shape of a human form.
Many people who have lived in the Pearl country had a hard time during the Second War. One loaf of bread is equivalent to one family's meal of six, or even ten. The scarcity of bread during those times is not caused by the insufficiency of flour or yeast. Salt, as an ingredient, is not supposed to be the problem too. Only that salt was used for other purposes.
One loaf of bread is the prize of winning the lives of one whole family in hunger and danger. In different ordeals that almost all captured families were going through back then, if you don't have a loaf of bread then you have to earn it. Otherwise, every single member of the family dies. Many times a loaf of bread is placed on top of the head of the man of the family for shooting. And sometimes a loaf of bread is used for marinating human flesh. If you don't know the exact number of slices in the loaf of bread that you are holding, your life is in danger too.
The loaf of bread is the story of a country's downfall for defending its land from invaders. The loaf of bread is not just food, but life for a loaf of freedom and justice.