Best Compulsive Poems
insomnia night after night
restlessness tense & disturbed
lying awake the mind modifies
mutates
preceding delusional dreams
consciousness remains alert
creative and mindful words emerge
falling like puzzle pieces
perfectly clear
brain on the ball
title transparent
insomnia creates
another verse
and so it continues.. imagination
inspired though sleepless despair
bedside lamps beam gentle glow
ingenious words emerge and flow
finally...
morning light sets insomniacs free
another poem is shaped
fashioned—complete
elated euphoria
compulsive fixation
communicating
another verse
Copyright-- Kim van Breda
Categories:
compulsive, addiction, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Perfectionism
Preoccupation with rules
Orderly, rigid
Categories:
compulsive, angst, depression, health, life
Form:
Haiku
There I’ve said it out loud
Having it does not make me proud
I get obsessed with certain things
Like writing poetry or buying rings
I change my compulsions now and then
Sometimes it just happens on a whim
I might want to go to yard sales every week
To buy old things that I will want to keep
Or go shopping for lovely new clothes
My closet(s) are completed filled with those
It was a man named Dennis for a while
Now he is just cramping my style
My hair is growing out right now
When it gets longer, I will cut it any how
Shoes are one thing I think I will want next
Cause it has been a while since my last fix
OCD has taken control, don’t you see?
It makes me crazy, but it makes me…me!
Categories:
compulsive, funny, health, me,
Form:
Couplet
Every effort must pass through the peel like orange
the desired is the only way, there’s no range
and having a taste difficult to be bargained for any exchange
thus, anything other than perfection is mange.
Doing it right is limited, just doing becomes strange
giving a helping hand to keep things arranged
is like putting a spoilt urban model in a Grange.
such a soul is easily irritable but yet not ready to change.
Categories:
compulsive, sick, sorrow,
Form:
Classicism
headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova
seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans
I secured per woof and meow wing warp organic matter
heir in to fore shielded from elements akin to thatched hut
aware wrenching kamikaze eradication
of countless critters from many Godaddy longlegs;
creepy crawlers, hops scotching,
shimmying with schmaltz, moon walks, et cetera
lost when germ warfare obliterated vast majority
since advent of civilization ordained Proletariat and Plebeian Primate
(cherishing, fostering, insulating bon mot infinitesimal dot re: future mutt)
dogs and also cats off limits
asper demise of other creatures decimated – tut tut
atop thine noggin housed (within thimble size nut)
rare and near extinct flora and fauna, what
species of plants and animals, whose preserve comprised
equivalent of indigenous village people huddling within microscopic yut.
Thus, this bipedal simian angst riddled at experiences
forced at figurative crossroad
when itching scalping a dead giveaway clue
to lather up hirsute growing via bald faced code
at further expense invisible life forms such action would erode
fast dwindled diversity, hegemony, longevity
i.e. population except *****Sapiens who didst goad
forefingers needed to massage and scrub thine scalp
as like a field getting hoed
sometimes applying solely cold water knob to un load
a healthy plethora, where gushing shower head would send them
down the drain perhaps displacing their meal times,
or feasting on louse see pie ala mode
aware that survival odds regarding
getting thru water treatment plant, premonition aye node
and greater chance to avert total mortal kombat avoided
if I trekked to Antarctic anti pode
so...similar to other occasions necessitating me
to lather 50 shades of gray –
as if subjected to being snowed
quite aware many people would avoid me like the plague
(which reaction eagerly embraced) if knotty,
oily, straggly natural headresss
hence, this outlier surrendered and got gently toad
value of hygience – and lost as if playing tictactoe x/oed.
Categories:
compulsive, anxiety, confusion, fun, funny,
Form:
Narrative
C....Curious
O....Over whelmed
M....Multiplicative
P.....Psycho
U....Unsettled
L....Lies
S...Sinner
I....Intimidates
V....Vendictive
E....Exorcism
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Categories:
compulsive, abuse, betrayal, bullying, emo,
Form:
Acrostic
Nothing was ever going to displace my obsession for painting in my mind.
A joyfulness I had never experienced before entered my soul realm when
I finished my first giant canvas, a mere week after my 9-year-old granddaughter
who was obviously a lot more knowledgeable than I about me, had goaded me
into “trying to paint”.
I finished 250 canvases in the first two years, but alas, when you are me, and
things get boring at new jobs within twenty minutes, how could even this compel
me at the rapidly moving pace my mind is craving?
When do you think you will tire of those word games? My husband dares to whisper. I
glare at him from my Lazy-Girl, two dangerously hot I-pads on my lap. I am in the throes
of playing Word Chums and Words with Friends, and I know I will be here, in this stupor,
not in the least bit satisfied for at least two more hours.
I stumbled upon Poetry Soup’s website ten months ago when I was bored. I discovered
All Poetry.com three weeks ago. I have almost three hundred followers if you count both
sites, and real poets, not imaginary ones, not cyber-poets, but real poets who know how to
write poetry are being more than a bit nice to me on both sites.
Since I hate math and biology, and loathe geometry, they will not be my next compulsions.
Whatever is, will have my full attention, much like my demanding husband, who is pouting
like a 4-year-old tonight has had for many, many years. I look up from my I-pads to glare at
He-Who-Used-To-Be-My-Everything-But-Is-Slowing-Me-Down-Taking-Me-Away-From-My-
Obsessions. How dareth he maketh noise? Welcome to the weird, un-wonderful world
of the Obsessive Compulsive Personality.
Categories:
compulsive, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Narrative
Haiku, Senryu;
counting fingers til I'm blue.
Do you do that, too?
Categories:
compulsive, humor, poetry,
Form:
Senryu
fish, lizard, rainbow, cat, pirate, witch,
hat, broom, Peter Pan, Jesus, gypsy, flowers,
starfish, mermaid, peddler man, drums,
monsters, angels, faeries, fish, babies, raccoons,
skunk, hot air balloons, tree woman, Native Americans,
Mexicans, dream catchers, keyboards, stars, dragons,
chair, TV, Christmas lights, wizard, heart, sun, moon.
Can you guess what I am doing or where I am?
I am glancing around at my paintings in the guest room.
castle, queen, coffee cup, flying pigs, pirate queen, spider,
warrior woman, aliens, upside down girl, bumble bees.
Most of my guests are too fascinated to go to sleep quickly.
These walls are saturated with my paintings. I truly must
admit I am a little fascinated myself. When I am done, I
am done. I hope I am not completely done, but I might be.
Categories:
compulsive, art, self,
Form:
List
It seems you could never stay out of a casino.
As soon as you got paid, that is where you would go.
Your life became dependent on the roll of the dice.
Each crap table visited was as cold as ice.
Your financial ability was shrouded with doubt.
The money evaporated with each seven out.
With meeting your obligations, you didn't give a damn.
You got yourself in quite a financial jam.
Bill collections, repossessions, and foreclosures clouded your life.
Gambling was cutting you up like a knife.
Each day was an experience with monetary strife.
Those episodes are what decent people dread.
You must not be feeling pain now that you're dead.
All you have left are unpaid debts and liabilities.
I am forced to scatter you cremated ashes to the breeze.
Categories:
compulsive, bereavement, death, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel uprooted like a tree from the ground
I feel like my world has been turned upside down
I feel like a blind man with no eyeballs in his socket
I feel like I'm on welfare with no money in my pocket
I feel like there's no end to the pain
I feel as if the sun will become rain
I feel as if I'm the only one
Life laughs so at me so I run
Away from the circus of life
OCD is a double bladed knife
Categories:
compulsive, angst, confusion, sympathy,
Form:
The baby cries
A shuddering, screeching, howling force
that grabs her Mother by the throat,
shaking her like a ragdoll,
coughing, spluttering,
spewing spit and tears
flying from her face
The cries were
every other day at first,
then every day,
now every hour
or less
She knows now,
they won't stop
Until she finally makes it stop,
finally,
the only way she knows how
She crawls to the table,
opens her purse,
takes out her debit card
and scribbles the pin #
with the bloody tears
she's shedding
on the back
of the baby's
tiny hand
This is it,
there's nothing left,
the account's drained
and all she has left
is the knowing,
that they'll be back for more
and the cries will start
again
She empties her heart
of what was left of
her self/respect and dignity,
pulls the cord tighter
and kicks the stool away
with her left foot
Detachment, at last
Categories:
compulsive, addiction, dark, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
outrageous constituent rare
lee if never seen before, though still insured,
a novel boot nada so critical freak of nature ma lord
hirsute component part in a triple tier moored
substantial pressure upon the head,
entwining, looping, spilling somehow
interweaving umbilical cord
into a mass of whirled wide webbed wear suitable for
four seasons, which bamboozled,
grew like Kudzu into an immense globular mass galore
('bout the size of Rhose Island) after one year hoar
more, and wove in part from stem cell threads, nor
ceased proliferating after birth placenta
accrued intact and immediately put in cold store
room, a by very peculiar product
tinged with strands of blond hair
evoking how lioness would roar
coccooning, contriving, and conveying this tiny dude
into a self concocted hermetically sealed giant spore
miniature mummy, who without doubt
looked like a lady bug hide entombment
able to survive thermonuclear war
as a minor subsequent repercussion
the downy side understood, impeterable forest
filched countless growing years, without jest
ting, when figurative messed
hair em scare em bedlam reigned as a supreme nest
sans shrieking obsessed invisible hoodlums
broke free their electric kool aid acid test
from maximum security solitary confinement in vest
ment for naught (busting andirons weighing down
with reinforced steel trapdoor cladding
didst not bar compulsive banshee like imps of thee pervert,
but merely slow down
miniscule limbs emulated a hitch hiker thumb
upon will could assume the Alaska Bull Worm sized
Albatross shaped achorage)
unsinkable (short term) screaming, rebelling, quaking,
atomic sized banshee beastie boys et cetera with fiery zest.
Categories:
compulsive, abuse, anxiety, birth, boy,
Form:
Light Verse
Obsession, Fears, Anxiety,
Waking the mind of the suffering,
Losing the comfort of Normalcy,
Gaining the feeling of Confusion about one's own mind.
My thoughts and fears haunt me,
Feeling as though I might never close my eyes again
And feel the comfort of blissful dreams.
Categories:
compulsive, anxiety, confusion, depression, mental
Form:
Free verse
prior to passing thru cervix, buck naked bare
this grandson of Aaron, the sole heir –
foreshortened to Sol Aire
evinced (as shown via ultra sound),
which at birth became crystal clear,
an obsessive compulsive prone
human being, endear
ringly cute as a baby monkey possessed fear
some countenance tipping the scales needled gear
greater or lesser than seven pounds
(minus or plus a few ounces)
with a mass of dreaklocked hair,
otherwise a gangly sack of many a lovely bone,
whereat obstetricians
could not help himself but jeer
thus upon exiting birth cana; found him twirling loose
kinky follicular fibers accord
ding to medical records,
a combination of his being bored
(with a really lee super strong arm penchant)
to sport dreadlocks, tough as hemp cord
an anomaly, which no app could com pare,
boot nonetheless highly adored
resembling inimitable indestructible filaments,
when taut could lift off the ground a board
dillow, which no reference manual could address
even topnotch experts queried, could not explain
Categories:
compulsive, character, crush, judgement, life,
Form:
Light Verse