Best Compulsively Poems
you are a very fast car headed for a brick wall
and i want to ride
you are a beautiful hell-bent guilty
feeling i have inside
you are a fistful of strange pills in my pocket
that i finger constantly
you are a bottle full of dark red wine
i want to drink compulsively
you i could never save
but i'm done playing superman
i never knew how to fly, anyway
i only ran
i'd like to see
what messes we could get into
and watch how we get out of them
i'd like to stick around for just a little while
then run away again
you are the badly written poem
that's been hidden deep for years
you are the bad friend i could never count on
yet you held me and wiped my tears
you are the ominous storm clouds
slowly blocking out the sun
you are the horrible wreck
i just can't turn my head away from
i see the worst of me in you
and the worst of you in me
we mirror each other tragically
Categories:
compulsively, feelings, longing, love, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Constitution says All men are created equal
We live in the home of the brave
But we annihilated the Red man
And made the black man a slave
We imprisoned the Yellow man
And judged the poor and the gay
Only a rich straight white Christian
Can be a free man today
We thirsted for power, now isn't it odd
We raped, pillaged and plundered in the Name of God
We committed crimes time will never erase
Then thumped a Bible in your face
We sin compulsively assuming God will forgive it
Then preach Christianity but we never live it
We formed a bigoted society where hate is the rule
If we accept others as Equals we call our own a fool
We sit in judgement of others, I guess we forgot
This isn't the way that Jesus taught
I'm a straight white Christian so maybe I'll fall
But I'll die believing God created us all
So when I read the Bible and God's Children I see
I'll never assume it's only children like me.
I no longer listen to your bigoted view.
Equality for all, not just people like you.
Equality means Equality and Bigotry is Bigotry
Jesus said "Love Thy Neighbor" NO DESCRIPTIVE ADJECTIVE.
Categories:
compulsively, christian, hate, social, usa,
Form:
Rhyme
I accuse
Bankers who compulsively their creditors lure
Bid them colossal loans and obscure
To erect fantasies and a castle in Spain forge
Later arise manacled with a dolor mortgage
Employees who secretly squeeze through
Evacuate their jobs unattended and eschew
Occupy hours galore in cafés gossiping
With prolonged queues jilted lingering
Doctors who diagnose organic diseases
Shirk fragile,grief-stricken souls
Administer drugs to accrue vulnerability
Burden their expenses and nurture insanity
Entrepreneurs who hatch gigantic edifices
Reap colossal sums of almighty dollars
Abjure to construct a hovel for the beggary
To harbor their rat-infested despondency
Yet could medication be of any use
To what a whole epoch has abused ?
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
Categories:
compulsively, abuse, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a champion,
the thought and feel of it is real,the fact being indisputable and the reality pure,
with others,and in singular isolation victory over the misery of disrections is now,and future,
I am a champion because I have led myself and others to victories,
victories over the malvolent and lurid labors,
living,toiling,dreaming,and breathing within the parameters of a system foriegn
to my instincts, alien to this suture,
I am a champion along with others because I weep incredulity
at the untaught magnitude of a work ethic producing abject glories,
brought to my knees,my heart beats rife with pain,fear, & the mud of doubt,
brought to lunacy by the dispassion that consequence savors,
rising, and rising as emotions explode at the chance and moment for domination,
justification, to obliterate the obstacles,making room for stories,
awaking with dry pain in the eyes,nausea,dizziness,despair,
seeking simple reasons for motivation to go forth,
wishing quixotically for more sleep,
finishing the day feeling dumb,dull and brazen like a fenced horse
hungry for edification,rectification,seeing the great steppe with a risk too deep,
going on week after week with new sprains & strains on mind body & spirit,
always some mistake, cuts, bruises, burns & hyperextensions,
compulsively micromanaging,hyperanalysing, a manic finisher,
nothing will dissuade me from the thankless pursuits of daily perfections,
the anatagonists,the ones who sneer & discourage casually at the noble attempts
of the able champions trying to maximize efficiency,to excel,win,
raising that standard which the mediocre claim can't be improved,
I and others jeapordize our health,safety,sanity so to accomplish the impossible,
I receive no grand trophies,new contracts or publicity,
nobody takes my picture or delivers a prize,
there are no special tokens or passwords on the table,
we strive ferociously for the sake of victory,for the knowledge of limits,
this way setting greater goals & tests,
being testaments for others who climb,
do I want acclaim from Deity for my successes,distinction for my sacrafices, no,
I work hard for me and others to be sublime -
J.A.B.
Categories:
compulsively, inspirational, work, me, work,
Form:
Epic
Drowning the inner temperament babble,
Every drop desperately taken to escape,
Attempt to suppress delusions from acts of travel,
The cure, a simply complex psychotherapy mandate.
In an irritate direction towards premonitory fate,
Compulsively obsessed self-cognition ignored,
Fear that nearby sanatorium awaits,
Reflections give credence that mental stupor is adored.
Redundant dysphoria dances with superfluous isolation,
Relieving aid found in a paradox of intoxication,
Fathomed continuance of abuse requires excusing imploration,
Humor devised to disguise ominous personification.
Categories:
compulsively, angst, family, recovery from...,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
How come some people compulsively lie
Is it such a habit that is how they get by,
Yes it is because that is how they reverse it back to you
But, we all know a liar never tells what is true,
I am no saint and don't claim to be
This isn't about me and I am trying to make you see,
They play innocent and Oh I am the victim
In reality everyone knows that liars like to play dumb.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Categories:
compulsively, anger, anxiety, evil, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
I've grown so Tired of Man's Obsession;
Power, Lust and Greed are Humanities Recession.
We hear of plans for a New World Order,
But it's just an Excuse to build more borders;
For blocking out The Heartfelt, Peaceful People-
To construct more Shopping Malls, Fast Food Chains and Religious Steeples.
They think of Themselves as Powerful and Elite,
But They're just like Us: Flesh-Covered, Breathing Anatomical Meat.
The Rich control Politicians through Media, blocking out The Spirit World;
Simply because They've grown so compulsively bored-
Of Their Expensive Cars and Underground Pools;
Lavish Homes and Heirs that drool.
With Their Tax-Cuts They control Everything,
Including the Radio Hits Our Children sing.
Our Eyes and Minds need to be Open:
To See the Image They want to finish..
Together We can All decide if that's Truly what WE wish.
Written By:
Emma Lea Mills
02/04/2012
Categories:
compulsively, allegory, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
Epic
The Gospels share a negative understory,
thematic across all four.
However diverse these four voices may be
in describing and delineating Messianic love,
and political-economic priorities for poor spirits,
all four are univocal with anecdotal warnings:
If you are on the supremely powerful hoarding side
referring to those less fortunate than your enlightened self
as mere cowards
and traitors
and sinners
being who they marginally are,
as they perhaps criminally are,
for acting out insanely,
as they compulsively,
but not long-term nurturingly, will,
then you are on a wrong side
of co-redemptive ecopolitical action;
the wrong side of the GoodNews Gospels.
Blaming the victims
of poverty and ecopolitical marginalization
of abuse and neglect,
of addiction and victimless criminalization,
is the Gospel-condemned hypocrisy
of desecrating Pharisees
and Sadducees,
Publicans
and other clericalist malignant Aristocrats,
Caesars breeding Mammon
rather than CoMessiahs breathing Manna.
If we create an old with new blend of Jesus
as Solomon,
a more positive Gospel message
invites discerning issues of freedoms and rights to say
and/or do and not do
by asking ourselves, and each other:
Will this democratize freedoms to love,
to participate
to cooperate
to look for WinWin resolutions?
And, will this build higher boundaries around monoculturing restrictions
toward further WinLose anger,
fear,
intolerance,
chronic hatreds,
while excusing hypocrisies
of supremacists calling themselves on the side of defusing love's barriers,
removed from cowards,
losers,
soft on healthy defense,
fostering long-term economic disaster areas,
deniers of LeftBrain healthy nondual co-realities,
detractors from patriarchal capital-obsessed evolutionary self-aggrandizing theories
as more culturally important
than Matriarchal-ReGenerative CoOperation Stories
about Messiahs
and wise guys, royal as humble-servant birth
of healthy,
courageously cooperative,
mutually trusting and vulnerable ecopolitics.
Categories:
compulsively, bullying, culture, destiny, gospel,
Form:
Political Verse
I have harnessed my power,
And I have unleashed its full potential,
I am in full control even in rush hour,
I dare not tell the truth for I will lose the control.
Take me as a bulwark,
A shield, defender and guardian angel in a coup,
Yes I have all the facts in bank,
I dare not tell the truth for I need to protect you.
I have worked my head out,
Consequently earning irreproachable complect,
My reputation supersedes my mistakes, no doubt,
I dare not tell the truth for I will lose respect.
I have created a slippery slope due to snowball lies,
The kind to make an atheist convert,
A disbelieving woman believe in bies,
I dare not tell the truth for the sake of the trend quirt.
See I may have a personality disorder,
So the lie doesn’t matter to me anyway,
I want it to be the truth recorder,
I dare not tell the truth for I compulsively lie each day.
Man made money,
Money made man’s madness reign,
Conceiving greed dripping of honey,
I dare not tell the truth for I need financial gain.
Categories:
compulsively, life, , atheist,
Form:
Rhyme
I don’t write this for feed back or reaction
as it's not my need too feel satisfaction
I haven't invested nor look to progress
I'm just restless with rhymes ink press
them to an instrumental that's all
not a fool seeking approval to go professional
I don’t see or hear responses
your thoughts are not on my conscience
I dont care if you hate it or like it
it's all cheese to me grated or sliced bits
tastes the same on pizzas after ovens melt it
just a dried up felt tip impolitely
drawing on the wall your boring common ite-ey
the world gave me a crippling anxiety
which has removed me from society
if you want to see me act uncomfortably
all you need is to say a compliment to me
Cus me and you are completely apart
you need them while I stay apart
I'm just messing because technology is at hand
but I'm sure this pastime is hard to understand
I sit at home writing for therapy
spared a want to care what they think of me
Everyday alone blind never lose a blink of sleep
opinions they pin on me stay unseeked
I just ink in my seat to sooth my heartbeat
so you’re a fool if you think it’s done for approval
I ain’t like you I ain’t usual
so to think I want feed back
when I dont need that
if given an elevated social status
I'd evacuate free to a place more spacious
however to the 2 faces who were loyal undoubtedly
but quick to doubt and skip out on me, skidaddle
once a friend revealed as a traitor
see you later mate aint worth hating
I've awakened to truth stated
plus your company's overrated
so don't come with me or after
after friendship breaking cus if I'm not mistaken
you said to everyone I make up stories
the blagger of Bath known for blagging bad on the ordinary
blagging like a bag carries baguettes in France
saying I'm mentally unstable while you compulsively lie
and I've quit chronic while you're still on it daily
5 years ago I quit yet I'm bonkers well maybe
yet plonkers believe how you describe me so clearly
I'll never forgive you for saying I make things up
we were like family and you totally mucked it up
Categories:
compulsively, friendship, life,
Form:
Rhyme
A man of words he was, and words he was alone
For actions never followed, the words he so condoned
And though spoken with eloquence, grandeur, and ample grace
His words seemed not matter when the matter came to face
He spoke of plans to travel, hitchhike highways and sail the seas
Alas his trips were always delayed, claimed he'd catch the next breeze
He spoke of flying and diving, and how he'd tamed ferocious beasts
But for all his words and phrases, he didn't know west from east
A man of words he was, and words he was alone
His words hold no true value, and as he talks we groan
He claims to have a fortune, but he hasnt spent it yet
For he can't make up his mind, which lavishments to get
He owns houses all over the states, mansions and farms too
But when asked to prove his fortune, he won't show anything to you
His words are just that, spoken sounds, letters and vowels
Spewed forth from somewhere within, his compulsively lying bowels
He was a man of words, but a man of words he is no more
For someone figured out the truth, and dropped him overboard offshore
Categories:
compulsively, funnywords,
Form:
Light Verse
I recently heard something that caught my attention
Whether it's true or not, it was worth the mention
Now I can't quote it word for word
But this is my story and what I heard
To be a writer, you must be mad
Grew up with no dad
Unexplainably sad
Your life, a mess, just downright bad
This would explain the success you've had
I won't protest
It would be hypocritical
I must confess
I'm compulsively cynical
My head isn't filled with sunshine and daisies
I might just be, one of the crazies
Categories:
compulsively, funny, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
Pleasantly radiant, tranquil weather
blue skies & gently benevolent wind
a shimmering gift from Mother Nature
(a smoldering summer lurking in the distance)
Compulsively tracking an unquantifiable self:
steps, exercise minutes, calories, symptoms, etc.
stoical statistics dutifully logged into tired devices
(a futile endeavor to control life)
Cacophonous news oozing from the Malverse
menacing memes ricochet around the planet
updates of a horrid war threatening to devour the world
(a looming nuclear apocalypse)
Occupying space in old unedifying edifices gathering dark energy
running out the accelerating clock as civilization nears its breaking point
desperately seeking diversion while doling out doggerel
(a quest to imbue a desolate existence with meaning)
How long before it all falls apart?
Categories:
compulsively, anxiety, dark, society, war,
Form:
Free verse
Another poetry reading.
I arrive late and drop my phone in a workshop.
I capriciously retrieve it and slink to the corner,
My notebook and pen
Poised and ready
For my muse to be resurrected after
A long hibernation.
This is why I am here,
To absorb through omosis
Inspiration and guidance
By the brilliant featured poets
(clearly stated in the festival program)
Who grace us amateurs with their
Published verse and professional advice.
That is the reason I tell myself
And everyone else,
But, I also have a secret agenda
Which causes me to compulsively
Scan the faces and profiles of each
Audience member
In workshops, open mikes and the main lecture hall
For one specific person,
an ordinary man,
With dark hair and eyes
Who I once loved.
It has been three years,
But the need to see him makes my mouth dry
I want to have an awkward conversation
Peppered with stilted small talk and profound subtext
Which my posture, eye contact, tone of my voice
Clearly indicates:
I still look good, don’t I?
I don’t want a reconciliation,
Only an endless moment
(Like a scene from an old movie)
Where we wistfully stare into each others’ eyes, and
Fused with old love, regret, longing
I telepathically communicate:
I am so happy we were together once,
Even though it ended with us acting like
Two toddlers throwing tantrums and telling lies,
It took me a long time to move on, but I did.
Day passes into evening,
My heart leaps and sinks in my chest
With hope and despondence whenever I glimpse a man
Who has a similar jacket, hair color or hat
But, he isn’t here
Instead, my notebook fills with quotes, notes and poems.
My thoughts become occupied with
composiing chap book of poetry and
Taking a writing class.
I finish the day
With relief and confidence that my muse is alive
and I can write again
and that is enough.
Categories:
compulsively, introspection, lost love, love,
Form:
Narrative
Who needs a melancholic girl?
No stable harbor but emotional whirl!
One day she doesn't eat at all,
Next day she rushes off to the nearest mall.
She's obsessively compulsive
Or sometimes she's compulsively productive.
Or tender and compassionate,
In bed she's so willing and so passionate!
Can't have a girl who always smiles.
If mental, she'll walk for you the extra mile.
Be sure of that! That's how we are.
We dare, we dream big and wish upon a star.
It's hard to make such girl happy.
It's merely a prejudice! Make her napping
Each day. You'll see her happy face.
With energy for a three course meal and lace!
Look on the bright side - well, she reads.
Didn't you want a cute smart girl with no beads
In her hair. Instead with a pearled
Necklace and her hair so accurately swirled?
You look for a faithful partner?
She'll be the one not to make you a martyr,
She will be just there by your side,
Roller coaster's ups and downs you will divide.
Categories:
compulsively, anxiety, depression, devotion, girl,
Form:
Rhyme