Disturbing Impressions

Poem Two: Stage Fright



The audience calling,

as she walked on stage

with a gesture of fear and falling,

she had fifteen minutes of fame,

and more,

the crowd chanting her name,

and she had the floor,

her eyes widening ever so slightly,

fear tapped her heart lightly,

and gave it a quickening pace,

as she saw her image

on everyone’s face,

the stage seemed sodden,

her mind was spinning,

the lights weakening and dimming,

and fear just wanted to bust

out of her skull,

her stage presence just became useless

and infinitely dull,

it was so frightening,

as camera flashing like white lightning,

the voices in the crowd rose,

as they conferred with one another,

and her stage fright flows,

as she just froze.

Poem One: Disturbing Impressions



The graveyard seemed alive,

with unearthly tinkling laughter,

but still not knowing

what the spirits were after,

disturbing impressions ran deep inside,

voices echoing and ghosts would hide,

and what glides on the streams

were the voices of the dead,

as they continued releasing hollow screams,

that stays imprinted in your head,

and the gentle wind

continues rippling the feeble waves,

as lives surrender and become slaves,

Hell was suppose to be extremely hot,

but oddly, it was not,

it was completely the opposite, frigid,

and it was strangely rigid,

and when the sinners left their confessions,

they weren’t forgiven,

they just left more disturbing impressions.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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PegCole17 2 years ago from Dallas, Texas

Disturbing impressions, indeed, Frank. The first poem was eerily familiar of the feel when visiting a graveyard. Here I am whistling as I visit.

The second poem had a distinctively different feel, yet, disturbing on a whole 'nother level - the way I feel when speaking in front of a crowd giving a presentation. Stage fright.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

wow i put this hub out three years ago and you're my first and only comment


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Besarien 2 years ago

It seems like almost no one reads poetry around here. I love these two poems together- a study of two different kinds of fear. You are very good at evoking emotion in your reader. In my head I hear Alan Rickman reading them, which doesn't hurt a bit. I like your rhyme schemes which remind me a bit of Poe. I look forward to reading more.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank Besarien these are much earlier work when I first joined hub pages.. but a following came through LOL It go much better an thank you for bringing back these old memories LOL

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