Best Terrified Poems
I’ve been having nightmares every
night.
They seem so real and It’s extremely
hot and I feel trapped and I can't
breathe.
But each time my torcher ends when
I hear bells and alarms ringing in the
distance.
I’m no longer a rookie this is my se-
cond year and love what I do.
People often refer to me a as a hero
but I’m no hero I’m a coward.
I’m terrified of my job and don’t think I
can go on like this.
I am a firefighter who is spooked by fire.
My team went in response to a fire last
week, and it was a normal routine.
But this in particular fire was out of
control. And it had a mind of its own.
I froze and I was terrified and my life
flashed before my eyes.
The only life that I wanted to save was
my own.
Now does that sound like a hero or a
coward?
Inspired by a drama series called Station 19
It's a spin off from Grey’s Anatomy
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Alexis Y.
Be invisible. Be invisible. Be invisible. It was Jacob’s mantra.
He could taste metal in his bile; he was terrified.
Don’t make eye contact, he told himself. Do not look at the man.
The Nazi soldier came over to check to see whether he wore the star.
Jacob kept his eyes down, not wanting to show any disrespect.
He saw the black boots first. Those marching loud angry boots.
They represented Hitler, hatred, agony and anguish.
Jacob was nine, but he already knew this. His lips began shaking.
Where is your star? The soldier asked. Jacob pointed it out.
The soldier began to belittle him, called him names, spit on him.
Cursed him. Jacob was only nine, and he was horrified.
The soldier laughed. He did not tell him to look up. Thank God.
Jacob was trembling now, shaking hard. Another soldier laughed.
The soldier bent down into his face. He could feel his breath on him.
He muttered some mean words.
Jacob closed his eyes, expecting a blow.
It never came.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew it was grandpa’s hand.
But your grandfather has been dead for two years,
his mother argued when he told her.
I know what I felt, he answered. Grandpa was there.
Grandpa met Jacob in the showers a year later.
Bishop of our souls, looked below.
His blood, a flow.
Life, gave it all —
so great our fall.
The great I Am entombed. Presumed
that mankind’s doomed!
Angels abide
by Jesus side.
Of scripture, death is terrified.
His eyes are wide
when Jesus wakes —
bides fire in lakes.*
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1 Peter 2:25 For you were like sheep going astray, but now you have returned to the Shepherd (Bishop) and Overseer of your souls.
Revelation 20:14 Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire.
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terrified
in the barber chair
a child
Lester’s parents decided to homeschool him.
Mommy and Daddy had both been bullied when they were kids.
Kids are horrible, they told Lester.
We will not have any other kids, so you can be bully-free.
Lester was glad they were his parents.
They took care of him in all ways.
Feeding him, clothing him, cleaning him.
Best of all, he never saw another child for long.
A kid! His mother would scream.
She and his daddy would throw him behind the couch.
One or the other would lay on him, to keep him safe.
He became terrified when he saw a kid now.
This went on for years and years.
He did not learn to ride a bike or roller skate.
He did not know what an amusement park or any park was.
They kept him in the dark, well-hidden.
He has read about socialization now but has no idea what to do.
His parents are gone, and he has never had a bike, a car or a friend.
His groceries get delivered.
He is on his own without any idea what to do.
Luckily he died of a heart attack
when a kid came to ask if they could mow.
The elegance of your proclamation,
Enchanting divinity of your tone.
Quaking and naïve, hidden by laughter.
My embrace belies my apprehension.
The distilled belief that you perspire
Is a pheromone that intimidates.
Gestures of your assertive intent
Arouses a medley of emotions.
Hello again dear entry
dear sweet entry
Forgive me dear entry
Can you find it in your pages to forgive me
I apologize for my constant absence
and my consistence of being forgetfully incomplete
I could name every reason why I have sadly been away
why I have been covertly afraid
yet it would only be an endless page of useless excuses
written down, without hesitation, thrown back in my face
and I would have deserved it
Cause I'm sorry to bore you
but my story has the exact same plot as before
just new events, new people, and stones still untouched, unturned
Too many promises, broken hearts, and running screams
a constant avalanche of curiosity, immorality
Immortal, I've been thinking it's more than a word, an essence
but does it matter at this very moment
I've been brought back down to size
I'm only vulnerable, just too vulnerable for my weak points to show
more soundly to understand, it's just easier to delete me
than to strip down everything that composes of my entire being
This ice is too thin for me to tread
and I'm one footstep away from falling from a ledge
suspended animation
lift me up because I'm terrified...
for once in my life...I'm terrified...
I am terrified of snakes he reported.
I thought his story was a tiny distorted.
I fainted away on my grandpa’s big farm.
When one ran across my feet next to the barn.
How old were you? Young? About for?
It was two summers ago. No more.
I looked at this giant of six foot five.
The story had me doing a bit of a jive.
Grandpa could not stop laughing he said.
When I came to, my face was all red.
The relative could not stop teasing me.
This story somehow filled me with glee.
Memories
Thoughts
Feelings
Fatal game that they play
Rerunning in mind
Like vinyl stuck on replay
They tell of a story
Many years ago
A little girl
Wounded by the evil world
Found by a soldier to save her soul
From bright vibrant colour
Happiness And warmth
The story suddenly all turned to red
To blood
To words etched on skin
Forever to remain
Serenades to swearing
Trust to tussling
Always to never
Love to loathing
She gave up her all
Just to fight for something
Long Left for dead in the cold
One sided tug off war
To end in mud
Conceived in blood
Still she begged for more
Tried to be perfect
Yes she did
Stopped eating for times on end
Ran till her lungs bled
Still the soldier turned his head
She tried to stand
On own two feet
Little did she know she was
Amputee of lust
Hurt
Conceded truth
Turned traitor
This soldier did
Shattering ideals
Of little girls' world
He owned her
Like a deer head trophy
Shot
Killed
Mounted himself
She fell again
Trying to fix
What shattered so long ago
With bleeding raw fingers
She traced his face
Hoping he would
See
Would turn
Would change his ways
The Soldier broke his promises
To always keep her safe
Because his other trophies
Got 1st place
Again she tried to repair
All the damages he left
Seeming so strong
So bold
Praised on her progress
Little girl was
But inside her mind
Was her true demise
She couldn't let go of soldier
Yet he let her fall
She couldn't leave him to his own
devices
Yet he abandoned her so many
times before
She felt compelled to be his
Guardian angel
Yet he refused to be hers
Ignorance is bliss they say
But what about knowing the truth
And staring the other way?
Carefully placed back in crooked
form
The glass shards of her life
With pieces still gone
The red seeps through
What cannot be said
The big eyed terrified truth.
Jaws the movie
duh duh duh duh
duh duh duh duh
the music gives me chills
you know the cadence.
it can never be used again
for another movie
unless it is 2085
then maybe
Among the stars the soul flew
Gathering wisdom divine
Planet earth in triumph reached,
Bounced terrified!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
11 July 2016
7-7-7-5
You make me
Terrified of myself...
The way I loved you
Before I let myself
Love you-
The way I need you
To hold my hand
To feel whole-
I can't help but
Touch you, but
Touching you-
Being touched
By you-
Feels like height,
Feels like falling...
Feels like I want
To keep falling...
But how far
Can I fall before
I hit the ground?
Kitchen rat with the ugliest pinkest tail
Jumped on the table and drank Daddy’s ale
I was frightened for he was as large as me.
Where could I hide? Under a cup for tea?
I slid into place with the cup on my head.
Holding my breath, for I felt nothing but dread.
Kitchen rat turned the cup over and said, “Hi there!”
This did nothing to diminish my horrible fear.
“I do not bite,” the rat said, giving his head a shake.
Do you want a piece of this birthday cake?
Of course I did, the cake had been baked for me.
I ended up sharing chocolate cake and a pot of lemon tea.
Feels right to wake up fore the sun
Make coffee.
Sit up, not stopping over in a corner
Customarily unaffordable mornings
Trapped against my own wall
The chattering is soothing
When the back drop of the noise box
Has subsided.
My dreams I care not for
The pretty dresses or tap shoes
Just a vulgar display of my worst side
Never the deep sleep caches me
I exclude it, hides around corners
Drifting in and out, between
Awake and terrified.
With Trump Became Terrified and Horrified
With Trump we had become terrified
How long will he have lied and lied
Telling them in dynamic proportion
And thrown in jail due to distortion
Threw away key and he cried and cried.
Jim Horn
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