Hyperventilating Poems | Examples

Valleys

In the valley, one has been moaning considerably, extensive
       
                 for an amount of time, these constraints have possession of

                 one's emotions, affairs, and partnerships from all walks of

                  life, there will be chronicles of ups and downs, profits, and losses.

                  Ya'll it's been immeasurably a refutable volume of time, it's

                   becoming apparently, one is emerging, circulating fully of

                   fervor, hyperventilating, brims over, sobs echoes, screamingly

                   outcries, one's coming out of these days of low frequencies

                   treading the valleys.

Are You My Mother

Her heart beat faster as she heard the first ring.
Someone might answer.
What was she going to say?
Are you my mother?
She was in this alone.

Her parents did not know she was doing it.
They acted hurt when she suggested it
And she was much younger.
Would this be a violation of their trust?
They had raised her since she was two months old.

But she wanted to hear why her other mother gave her up.
Right?
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Hello? A woman’s voice.
She did not know what to say.
She was hyperventilating now.
She hung up.

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning
Some people are in churches
Not me I am at a big box pet store
Leaving loudly panting dog
As I sign her in I can hear her through their wall
She was practically hyperventilating in the car
Did she think it was a kill center?
She finally settled down halfway here
Realizing it is not a vet visit
Her beauty shop is much further away
And more costly
They will be telling her how pretty she is
Which is what they used to me
In Sunday School

Last Person On Earth

birds were louder than usual
chattering in perky, excited way
squirrels and deer were in the yard.
Super close to house

I called out but no one answered.
The streets were full of cars.
Nobody was moving.

Silence north of me, odd.
Usually hear freeway sounds.
Fix coffee,  begin to drive. Realize I am the only 
person for a block, two, three, a mile, at all.

I get to work. Run in. No one greets me.
I begin hyperventilating. Something is wrong.
Killers? Bandits? Thieves? I hit redial on my cell phone.
No one answers.  The beginning of the end.

Conscience Power

My open mouth breathing, blast you with hot breath,
Hyperventilating while holding my breath, at the same time I barely exhale death
Eyes petechiae blood on all sides, the more I hold this deep lung.
Spewing fire with my words, spitting venom with my forked tongue,
Shooting solar rays from my eye gaze as it rebounds,
Total annihilation in my raze, which levels structures to the ground.
My forces can propel rockets to space by the words I choose,
My vibrations can intercept communication transmitations by thousands of waves that blow the arcing fuse.
My electrical beams are from the original obelisk that are still in their constructed stations,
Not the obelisk that were pirated, stolen and relocated to other nations.
The plasma that shoots from my fingertips destroy all that it comes into contact with,
Magical powers soon to be exercised and not specified by any one particular myth.
This energy of my force is the source of the total demolition of Mars,
It doesn't end there, as I also consume both solar and blue dwarf stars.

Beauty That Slain

BEAUTY THAT SLAIN
Vivacious voyage into the Azure
Heart never embark on this imaginative story
Without the consent of the body
To envision your whole, glamour and bliss
Which is a physical adorningly masterpiece
Lips sumptuous, dripping sweetness in every word
Your beauty term others odd
You could have been Miss World
But you ain't part of this world.
Like a knight I raise the sword
Not to spill blood
But in adulation of beauty of a god
Cos your posh of beauty heal the world
Enchantingly fascinating me like an enchantress
Reeling and basking in emotions without duress.
Now I am hyperventilating,
Sexual desires I am venting
Only mutual affections
Will start and end this,
Nailed it, erections killed it;
Setting my heart racing while buttocks on the sit.
What have you caused this soldier of 9 lives?
A love bleed, deeper than piercing of knives.
No retreat no surrender is my mojo
And I'll rock your boat like it's a slow mo'.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2nd April, 2020.

A Piece of Meat

Stab stab stab stab stab STAB!
Ouch I scream.
Because neither the emergency room doctor or her intern
have a good technique.
They are on both sides of me stroking my veins.
Trying to find something to feed into.
After four takes and lots of bloodletting they 
decide to call on Bob.
Bob. Who is Bob?
Where was Bob on their first four tries?
I am hyperventilating now and they are telling me not to.
Bob gets the IV in on the first try.
Another Cat Scan.
Second one in three weeks.
I am horrified and dismayed when the dye begins leaking
down the arm into my hair and my neck
Thinking they will have to put in a new I.V. 
Luckily the I.V. has held, it was the tape that did not hold.
You become an insurance number in a hospital.
A piece of meat.
At their mercy.
Now I understand more about people with illness.
I never knew until now
but how I want to forget….

Alone

I'm alone
Nobody is here for me
I am so lost
I need someone
I am sobbing
Hyperventilating
Clinging on
But nobody is here for me

Makes sense

Unlovable

Hyperventilating on the bathroom floor
Nobody hears
Nobody cares
If I were to just stop breathing 
He wouldn’t be there
I call for help
But not even a breathless me 
Would make him come running
And that’s what being unlovable is like

H - Hound

Hopeless
Hanging his head, he holds her heart in hand
Her hourglass hexed by his happiness
Huddled over in hesitation he hands it back, too hard-headed to be honest
A heretic to his own heart
Haunted, the hero too high and mighty to heal lay heavy and hurt
Harbored in this hell without her
So hollow 
Withdrawals of hostility, hyperventilating in hysteria
His eyes hooded by a haze of hatred for himself, ready to harm
He has become a hazard to his habitat
His howls are heard from hours away; she listens helplessly
He can't even help himself
A hardship no human should heave
A hostage of the hunger

Sprained

Pop and a crackle
A dreadful noise you hear
When ya leap off the bike
Onto the pavement below
As the pain begins to settle
While the wheel slowly spun.

Aching and groaning
Crying and whining
Hyperventilating and panicing
These thoughts rushed through my mind.

Was I gonna be alright?
Was my foot broken?
Will I ever work
After this dreadful situation?

All wrapped up and iced
I elevate to keep it circulated
Pain throbbing as the swelling rose
Thumping and bopping like a drum.

At least it wasn't severe
It was a baby sprain
That hurt like getting hit
Straight in the face.

Now I sit in my room
Healing up as best I can
Improving each day
So I may walk like a human 
Without limping like a zombie.

I learned a lesson that day
Never go out with a bike
With a faulty right brake
Unless you want to bail
Ending up with a sprained foot
And riding your way to the doctor.

Scared of the Dark

Under the covers,
you got the flashlight on
Shivering and hyperventilating,
you’re convinced there are monsters
lurking in the dark
It’s time to test your eleven-year-old
faltering courage
Before your younger sister tell somebody
how scared at night you be
A boy frightened of shadows
is guaranteed to be bullied
So you peel back the covers
and switch off the flashlight
Then slip down on your knees
to say a little prayer
Asking God to help you please
When you finish, you open your eyes
and everything feels right in the room
Eureka!
It all make sense now
The moving shadows were the swaying branches outside,
and the eerie sounds was the whistling of the wind
moving through the trees, rustling the leaves ...
And an owl hooting intermittently
But that strange thumping noise 
coming from the attic,
you still haven’t figured that one out yet
Right now, you got bigger problems,
the bed is soaking wet ... and it ain’t from body sweat

Poem About Jack

Nestled up on the bathroom floor. She’s hysterical.
The cold tiles lower her body temperature
heated from the constant rush of tears and hyperventilating 
The door is locked. She’s safe...for now
She whales to him 
“Why does nobody want us? why baby, why?’
He doesn't answer, all he does is hold onto her. A grip of life.
Many decades, simpletons have tried to understand this bond.
But all fail.
He is what she is weak for. He is her achilles.
She begins to apologize
“I’m sorry I’m not strong enough for the both of us sweetheart.”
She is ashamed of herself as she pathetically whimpers on the ground.
It’s supposed to be her choice, but her conniving owners over power them
She is like the goddess Thetis, because sadly,
she knows the death of Achilles is inevitable

Bigot

come protest  us and flail your skinny  arms
say how we do society so much harm
Hyperventilating while stomping your feet
screaming your slogans in tune to your beat  

chorus
Bigot, Bigot- an inedible image
Bigot, bigot- while virtue hemorrhages
Bigot, bigot- at hells gate
Bigot, bigot- Antifa hate

Your childish logic is pure  hyperbole
Aggressive acts by one who’s mind is dull
Pimple faced geek so insecure and sad
Typical portrait of following the next fad

Chorus

your On the net obsessing over my views
childish antics, that  to me do amuse
if you were remotely smart I might be scared
but you're insignificant, even I if I cared

chorus(2)

I'm anti antifa
I'm anti antifa
I'm anti antifa
I'm anti antifa

What Is That Thing Called

What do I feel like writing?
Oh yeah, I am going to write about special feeling called love
Is it love?
You don’t know what to call it
But you know that you are happy when you see that person
You eyes lit up like a firecracker
You tummy is dancing a little dance
All butterflies are flying circling your inside
You barely breathe
You hold your breath without you knowing it
Your stomach feels extremely tight
What is up?
Are you not in control of your body?
Ha, not by the slightest
You feel rushes of giddiness
For no reason
Oh yeah
You are totally in a floated state
Butterflies all around
And the funny thing is
It goes on forever
It won’t stop
You may have to call a paramedic
For a remedy cure
If there is one
A state of light-headedness
Jovial and oblivion
To things around you
Ahh you’d better not be driving
You can hardly manage yourself
Okay I think I barely touch the surface
But you know I am trying
I'm barely able to handle it
I am hyperventilating
And I like it, lol

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