Short Panic Poems
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A twisted mesh of brambled wire,
Crudely knotted around my stomach,
My lungs fill with grief,
I cannot breathe
Form:
Heart racing
palpitating
fingers trembling
body shaking
fear the blood won't reach my head
this isn't worth it if I'm dead!
covid-nineteen outlandish foe
lock down panic bell buzzing woe
coronavirus
oddly killing us
no savior even God in rue!
22.03.2020
Liquid fire through the veins;
cold sweat
drips down to sensations unnamed.
Who is this girl?
I am looking at my own face.
I grew up on the East Coast,
I don’t care about what’s closed;
Snow panic makes me laugh,
not enough for a graph;
Florida fear runs unopposed.
there once was a man from Kingsbury
who put on his kilt in a hurry
in a bit of a flap
he forgot his jockstrap
a chill wind put him in a flurry
Panic In Atlantic on Titanic
panic in Atlantic
neither ***** nor Hispanic
were on Titanic
Wonder how this will check
for accuracy of facts.
Panic In Atlantic on Titanic
panic in Atlantic
neither ***** nor Hispanic
were on Titanic
Wonder how this will check
for accuracy of facts.
Panic attacking
The fictional believers
True falcons in grief
I'm disbeliever
My believed falcon flies more
Finds joking dead world
26.03.2020
Hard
Jagged
Pierced
Tight
Breathless
Time stands still and i feel my heartbeat againest my chest!
Boom but a boom and I wonder when will it feel light again?
During Period of Pure Panic
During a period of pure panic,
My mind had become manic,
And realizing,
Demoralizing;
Each antic ended up gigantic.
Jim Horn
Histrionically dramatic
Always loud and frantic
Her sobbing did not panic
Any of us substanic
Until we noticed
The two by four sticking
Out of both sides of her head
I feel sorry for my good mate Billy,
Who chewed on the hottest of chilly.
His mouth copped the blast,
Now with body parts caste...
His wife frantically searches for Willy.
Twisting, blistering, heat,
Can’t breathe.
Snakes, turning, chasing.
Panic enters.
Biting, snatching, snarling,
Falling, sinking.
Struggling for breath.
One chance to leave,
Escape.
Fear is one thing
that blinds us...
fear is a medicine
that kills us...
Fear diminishes us...
That's why I have a terrible
panic of being afraid...!
The heart is a panic room
the doors slide shut
super quick
all is silent.
behind the metal walls
there is no music
but you can hear
morse code
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Something's more intense than falling in love
It's finding a toilet in a dirty big rush
Like freaking panic
Become totally manic
You let go, PANIC AGAIN as the washroom floods
If, perchance, upon reading the news,
you come down with a case of the blues,
there is no need to panic,
blow your top or go manic.
Have an ice cream, a bath and a snooze.
Limerick: Once Academic got into panic
Once Academic got into panic
Asked to make rival’s panegyric
He copied article
Sans def’nite article:
Learned art he was trained to mimic.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
You must tell what I am when I tell you what I am not!
The area where a red giant swims? That I am not!
The funny fish with the head of a horse? That I am not!
The University with long haired students? That I am not!
Panic stations
Uneasy the herds where packs rode
Panic stations
Packs close ranks when lone wolf notions
Disrupt the pecking order mode
It's the lone voice that bears the load
Panic stations
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Rambling thoughts in panic mode
careen inside my head.
Fear of failure,
criticism,
deathly stares,
and pangs of guilt.
Take a breath.
Close your eyes.
Let serenity surround
with calming words
like chamomile
the mind relaxes now.
Pulse is racing
And chest tight
Nerves are shredded
Ice in lungs
Can’t see through tears
Arrhythmic pounding
Time is near
True or not
Ain’t seeming clear
Can’t you help me, in any way?
Keep this stuff from coming back!?!
What We Would Do Is Panic
We saw Trump and his each antic;
Found ourselves becoming frantic;
When he wanted cash;
Had developed a rash;
What he would do was so satanic.
PS.
Hated all those who are Hispanic.
Jim Horn
The tale of three dogs and a lassie
And the explosions that came from their chassis
It splattered the ground
With a most terrible sound
Now their wiping their bums on the grassy