Best Panicky Poems


Premium Member Stalker

Hints not taken from countless missed calls,
and no replies to tons of texts.
Still she searches through social media clues,
pursuing like a hunter,
pondering why his green light illuminates.

Investigating google's archives,
she claims to be his number one fan.
She knows the clothes he wears
and the places where he eats.

Downloading images does not crave her fascination.

She follows him like the moon.
Lurking..
Standing at corners, hidden in alleys.
Her binocular eyes preying on him.
He can feel her watching silently.
Hear her obsessive deep breaths,
ensuing his every step.

The sight of her eerie image
is like a million beetles,
crawling under his skin,
driving him insane - controlling his mind.

Her nauseating voice leads to nervous sensations
with outbreaks of panicky perspiration.
His stomach tightens and heart beats violently.
His eyes glare in shock, his body seems frozen.

and all she can say is;

" I do it because I love you!"

Silent One
Simple Musing
7 November 2017

Just a quick example for the 'stalker' contest
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Corona Virus


I am a terrible virus, fast and wise
400 micron plus is roughly my size
I am a zoonotic, Corona is my name
Infecting unwary humans is my game

I remain on ground and not in the air
To catch careless humans unaware
On a metal surface I survive for 12 hours
After that period I lose all my powers

If I fall on fabrics I stay alive for 9 hours
To kill me, the fabrics need good showers
Or a 2-hour exposure to bright sunshine
Will succeed in sending me forever offline

I can survive 10 minutes on human hands
Handwash with a sanitizer can upset my plans 
Exposing me to temperatures of 27o C plus
Will send me to RIP without any fuss

My conduciveness to pandemic brings me fame
Leaking into the human lungs is my aim
Countries get panicky as my presence is felt
Commotion everywhere to seek a safety belt

My name evokes terror in every mind
Doctors get worried as I’m a unique kind
Old vaccines and medicines do not work
Fear of my presence makes the people berserk

Race, nationality is of no concern to me
I invade places as far as my eye can see
Changing greeting customs is also my flair
From handshakes to folded hands in the air

Whosoever comes in my way I do not spare 
Whether Presidents or cobblers I don’t care
People feel greatly relieved when I die away
They pray that I don’t resurrect  another day

Our Spicy First Date

I still savor the thought of the zest that I caught
When you joined us that night after school.
Tara figured out why, since she’s so sage and sly;
She left early to show it was cool.

With her sis Tara-gon, Ginger sighed with a yawn,
“My, it’s late!” to clue in that nut-Meg.
“Would you look at the thyme!” came the reechoed chime,
With a wink from Corey-ander pal Peg.

Well, I felt like a god, though it seemed somewhat odd
That they all should jus’ curry, but hey,
When you gave me a smile as we two walked a while,
It dissolved my perplexed caraway.

In this teenagey bliss, I leaned in for a kiss,
Little knowing what I was against:
You demurred in a trice, “Though hot pepper is nice,
I insist that it’s parsley dispensed.”

With a panicky cast, I apologized fast
In my chili confusion and dread,
But I saw your eyes light, and we had a nice night
Holding hands at the cinnamon stead.

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Credit where credit is due: I got the idea for this from Michael Wise's very original poem "A Spicy Story," posted here:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_spicy_story_1100057
© Ed Morris  Create an image from this poem.


Grains

Your soul is wearing a human carcass,
dress it up any way you like
but,
there’s your grain.

There’s your grain
And who imagined its potential?
Insignificant piece of earth
Scratchy little truth
that became so incredibly hot it could no longer be sand.
Creating a shard so clear
that the truth pierced reality.
One co-operative pane
forced together in controlled panicky climate.

There’s your grain,
wrought for many years in this old shell
converting all this dirt
into something worthwhile.
Wisdom cannot come from youthful oysters
true pearls take time.

There’s your grain
bouncing down that clear funnel with the others
trickling the future forward.
As I watch grainy time burying the present
I let go of this wrinkled peel
that is
Covered in pearls.

Premium Member Scared I Am Losing It

Scared I’m Losing it.
I don’t know what to do my mind so busy things are getting confused. I can’t remember things I’ve been doing or numbers that haven’t changed. I’m catching moments of confusion finding things; Popsicle melted on the counter.
I can’t sleep at night. No matter how tired, sleep eludes me! I can hardly stand myself. I beg God to help me before I lose it. 
I think others notice something wrong. Crying, terrified I can’t hold it together much longer. Fear and panic taking over; what to do, I’m so alone! My heart heavy and my mind confused now a place of insecurities and unsafe moments!
Scared I’m losing it; living in fear as panic hovers, in the blink of an eye I could lose touch with reality. Forgetting where I’m going, what I’m doing; filled with fear; the panicky feeling just below the surface tells me I’m close!
 This, I feared all my life! I did reality checks and watched for warning signs. My Fear’s now coming true. Trying to deal with stress isn’t working.
 I tried to be a good person, doing the best I could. I needed a strong person to lean on loving me no matter what; always putting me first. Having me to trust and rely on my heart was empty. My secrets and dreams I kept, unable to share. My doubts and fears mine alone! 
At times the pain unbearable, my mind explored beautiful places. My guardian angel and to God I talked. My fish; I told my worries.
Scared I’m losing it, I pray as my fears become known and I drown in tears; people will try to understand. I thought I had a method to my madness; however I guess it was just pure madness!
Debbie Knapp
10-11-11

Cup of Tea

Days went off, moments gone, time to touch, feel and see,
Here in this misty fog meet me for a cup of tea,
Where would you mull? Your heart and soul are in possession of me,
You cannot recede, beat me for a cup of tea,
 
Oh, December you made me tired, sullen, and panicky,
But faded away in January as you met me for a cup of tea,
They said love is an illusion, blind and black sea,
You would know its worth, meet me for a cup of tea,
 
Who lives to wait and hate? who stays for the moment of glee?
I will for you, for a cup of tea,
Wounds and forlorn hopes made it grave yet we,
Can saturate these waves, meet me for a cup of tea,
 
You scowl at ebb and dusk, fainted love of me,
You would know the depth of love, meet me for a cup of tea,
Who knows freedom and what is to be free,
Who meets a dervish and me on a cup of tea,
 
You managed to escape and fled-where would you be?
I will trace your phantoms when I sip, a sip of tea,
I deserve your saccharin smile and the last talk so we,
Renounce thinking over goodbye, meet me for a cup of tea,

(Reply)

And Shahid where did you go? Where can you go?
O Yaar, I am here with you, for you, for a cup of tea...

Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain Choudhry


Pesky Poppycock Payback Please Prepare

Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,

parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements

projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,

polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial

principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball

players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote

phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.

Drenched In Silence

Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...

I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere 
sensing a load of terrorized fear

Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past

This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness

Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter 

For now,  I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber 
Until God, My  Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens

Pet-Sit Panics

***Crazy Menagerie***


I definitely bit off more than I could chew,
when I came a-running to my friend's rescue
He said it was no big deal, a real snooze actually
to just please, please look after his cutie menagerie

He said everything was pretty much self-explanatory
just feel at home, and relax...he sure was being sneaky!
I thought the word "menagerie" was just an exaggeration,
but goodness me, I almost fainted when I was greeted by a python!

He just lay there by the foyer, quite snug as a bug on the rug
So I carefully stepped over it, and planned to make tea for my mug
I headed to the kitchen, when I heard something go squeak! squeak!
What was that? I wondered, then I let out a bloodcurdling shriek!

It flew right over my head, yikes, another one got me all panicky
My eyes bugged out as I realized that he had a couple of paniki*!!
I went rushing out the kitchen and ran straight into an aquarium
No cool fishies here, just mousies out of equilibrium

They were jumping up and down now, trying to escape
when I heard a suspicious grunt, it sounded like an ape!!
I was so scared to search for it, but curiosity won out
So I opened doors and cabinets, when I ran smack into a snout!

Ewwwww, I just realized that I just kissed an ugly pig!
I then remembered he kept one to go on truffle digs!
He said he had a cat though? Where were the common pets?
Ah, there it is; here, kitty, kitty, when I saw it was a ferret!

It was doing this weird dance, it hopped then bumped into me
I wigged out, then stepped right on the tail of that poor kitty!!
It lunged at me and I fell back onto aquarium glass
of course it had to teeter totter and I was too late, alas!!

It just hit the marble floor, then I heard that sickening crash
Mousies all over me!!! Shook my head till I got whiplash
The cat was now scratching me, I was screaming 'till my throat was sore, 
This was a total nightmare, that snake was blocking that damn door!!

My eyes were like leaking faucets, I had thick tears, I didn't know?
When I wiped off my cheeks, I found out it was icky guano!!
Boohoo, sniffle, snuffle--am I never getting out of here?!?
Dang Chris says he'll be back in a week, will just drown myself in beer.





* paniki=bats

** for Sharon's Pet-sit Panics contest

Memory

You engraved in my heart, soul, body and mind,
I have kept you in myself, but you appear unfound,

Hurting of goodbye blazing in Essence,
How much time I recall you by Eminence,

Pain you left, ache of apart, I have forgotten the art of Rejoice,
I still wend where we first met, Love things of your Choice,

Empty place where you were only Resident,
Beating hard enough as you are the President,

Fragrance of you love, contented me absolute,
You have turn my heart glow as Spring Fruit,

Endless scent of Your Touch, Feel it alright there,
Might you know my feelings or not but em Aware!

Memories are pin pricking, as stucked Thorn,
Ever heard, the panicky gigantic Horn!
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry

Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break, 
   Break into blissful beat, break
   Break into dynamic dance, break
   Break into rapturous reverence, break
   For your bread and butter, break.

But breaking I will also break 
    Into woeful tears, break
    Into a panicky run, break:
    Tears for good days gone
    A run after decent meals, done.

Break, break, break
   Breaking we will break
   Two sides breaking.

Premium Member Computer Crash

When ever my computer crashes on me
is when I'm hit with the cold reality thereafter shortly.
Initially, like my computer I crash restfully,
because both my computer and I are usually at each other exhaustively
for many hours at a time everyday, daily,
but then all of a sudden I become panicky,
because through out my mind is now flowing freely the most lovely poetry
and if I don't get all of these poetic verses into text immediately,
that are now flowing through my mind so freely and easy,
all will be lost eternally, buried deep in my subconscious memory.
What A Time For My Computer To Crash On Me!
It's during moments like these when pen and paper come in handy.

Premium Member Nature Calls

Nature calls and I don't mean coyotes
Got a panicky feeling down to my toe-sies

Till the next rest stop to hold it I'll try
Got everything crossed including my eyes

Don't ask me questions, can't answer right now
Really must concentrate, there's sweat on my brow

Please dear wifey can you drive a little faster
Don't mean to bug you but it'll avoid a disaster

Stop! Stop! There's construction up ahead
Maybe they'll allow me to use their shed

Look at those guys they're laughing at me
Can no longer wait, going behind this tree

Ahhhhh! Finally at last, I'm at heaven's door
Next time I'll make sure I go pee-pee before

©Jack Ellison 2012

Tormented

Peace has gone from my heart like a thief that is lie in waiting ready to emerge from 
hiding as result leaving me frightened and confused. I am paralyzed from 
uncertainty, and my mind wonders as if I am in shocked from the sudden impacted 
from being mugged by the unexpected thief. The peace of my heart is snatched 
away without a question, if I should relinquish it or not. My heart lies naked without 
the covering of tranquility. I feel so cold and scare not knowing if my present state is 
indefinite. I am vulnerable because the secure housing of my heart is gone, and 
maybe forever. The foreboding of calamity lies at the entrance, and I am panicky 
knowing what the future entails, frighten because it has not yet unfold.

Oops I Forget To Pee

Let's see
Up at three 
Feed the baby
Back under the sheets
For a couple hours of sleep
Kids up for breakee
Gulping my tea desperately
Rush them to school gleefully
Walk the baby expediently
This being my time for me
Back home to clean insistently
Do three loads of laundry
Flee for groceries
Video Game Rentals late constantly
Go to work in my office impatiently
Where things have piled up overwhelmingly
Hubby claims I'm grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
Baby bellows loudly
Time to change his nappy
Phone rings twenty times daily
Say I never call a bit angrily
Can't explain my life so harry
Don't want it to come out sounding scary
So I apologize gracefully
Kids home noisily
I'm panicky
My office work is not done completely
Oh well, its time to get them to hockey
Feed them first to keep them healthy
Bath time comes busily
Bedtime is love and kisses and favourite stories
Baby sleeping beautifully
My feet are up now restfully
Oops, I forgot to pee!
I assess my day on the toidy
Would I change my life at forty?
Are you kidding
Not this life inspired journey!

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