Short Panic Stricken Poems
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Bearings lost, just like that, dark---can't see
Tide's pulse doth quicken...
Moorings unpinned, in a flash---at sea
Reaching / stretching / clawing / panic-stricken
Tide's pulse doth quicken...
There once was an overweight chicken
Who feared she'd become finger lickin'
She let out a loud squawk
At the sight of a fork
And shot from the Coop panic stricken
3 November 2022
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panic stricken
kickin &
screamin,
beating down
sound. your
presence is
all around
surrounds each
breath like death.
she writhes,
choking the
confessions of
sins she
couldn't commit-
stuck in performance
mode (sit, stay).
left, no more- no
less, devoured
by dismay.
Desperation to breed contempt
the moment shattered
time illy spent
Choices bartered and freedom gone
the reaper chanting
old righteous wrongs
Panic stricken the nights repeat
the days long orphaned
abandoned sheep
One promise lingers in chastened air
the font of Angels
— baptism’s prayer
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Sleep is such a precious thing
Now I lay my head,
Close my mind from worrying,
Count some sheep instead
I drift off into my dream...
Hubby starts to snore !
Not again!! Well, I can scheme,
Ewes and me at war !
Sheep stampeding out the door !
A panic stricken flock
I've pushed hubby to the floor
A frantic man in shock!
______________________
For "I'm So Annoyed" Contest........sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman
I have been having a hard time adjusting
In this picture perfect world
Often having this notion
If i belong here
I didn't know they'd care if i came back
Now i have a lot of regrets
Running away from the insecurities
And panic stricken thoughts
But i am in the here
Just wanted you to know that this is me trying
They told me all of my cages were mental
So i got wasted like all my potential
Even after all this time
This is me trying
And if they know not what they do
The lonely weary souls
Who share the common goal
Imbibe a sense of disbelief
They wander aimless through and through
Panic stricken sullen
Risen and the fallen
Reality obscured by grief
To make amends from me to you
My proposition is
Give solace and forgive
What timeless would consider brief
End excursion black and blue
In the deepest ocean
Swim through tears forgotten
The joy we'll feel from such relief
ABORT ABORT
but Donaldson was already drifting
further and further away from us
the thickness of his suit decreasing
as his courageous kindness
floated on within his demise
and all I could do was stare panic stricken
through the small window's cruelness
as the white speck of my friend
became more and more surrounded
by the blackness of space
far removed from everything that existed
and I wondered if Donaldson would
explore the universe forever