Best Intrusive Poems
As rains and the torrentialest of snows plummet,
Filling all the skies and the area interstitial to earth and sky
With a frenzy of flying flakes;
As gusty winds doth blow and toss the flakes this way and that;
As torrents true amid the most rending species of gale
Dash themselves bitterly and self-destructively
Against this crude roof,
It is of my hodiernal solitariness,
My aloneness and lonesomeness,
My singleness, and plural,
Romantic stationariness that I must needs
And peradventure speak:
Yet, firstly, permit us all to sit still and our selves
Stationary, silent and still; and silence that intruding music
So ominous yet banal, tinny and slight:
Lighthearted 'tis it, as well:
That which plainly portends our overwhelming destruction,
And that of all our cogitation, cognition, concentration
And composition, with its overmuch resonant yet tinniest
Intrusiveness.
So allow to be it thus and summarily silenced-
Now, that's better.
A man can listen to himself think again;
He can form cognitive thought and appreciation thereof.
Therefor, that music silenced and my concentrative powers
Revived: As a blade at the whetstone, resharpened:
I can keep on with the prosody and poesy of my plight,
But...
Categories:
intrusive, absence, age, america, analogy,
Form:
It's early in the morning and she's never been to bed,
swirling and twirling words are circling in her head..
She wishes to peel back time and live days in reverse.
She wonders if this life has been a gift or a curse.
Too many days filled with anxiety and dread.
Resilience was her brilliance people always said.
A series of ineffective meds falling short of intervening,
those troubling thoughts, keep bubbling up, steaming.
Incapable of moving on. It's too great a task.
There's so much comfort living with the ghosts of her past.
Categories:
intrusive, anxiety,
Form:
Light Verse
There's a Poodle so rude and intrusive
His loud barking is shrill and abusive
A busybody pest
An interloper at best
But offers love both true and effusive
Categories:
intrusive, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Intrusive thoughts are bothersome at night
when I’m in bed, prepared to go to sleep.
My mind keeps racing, and it’s hard to fight
those ear worms which into my brain may creep.
I’ll hear the chorus of some new hit song
unceasingly repeat, repeat, repeat,
or maybe there’s a thing that I’ve done wrong -
like something I’d said that day indiscreet.
I’ll lie there thinking why I was so dumb.
Then other thoughts kick in out of nowhere,
persisting like the beats heard on a drum.
It gets to be almost too much to bear.
Enough! There’s one sure way these thoughts will scram.
I down two capsules of Temazepam.
Categories:
intrusive, sleep,
Form:
Sonnet
Nothing like them, never a part
of the people like my start
when it tells me wrong from right
activating my fight or flight
It starts off shallow like a pond
until it grows too far beyond
my control such as a wave
for I'm not someone worth the save
The careless whisper of that figure
who lives within with only a s
to contribute to my day to day
why won't it just go away?
You'd think it maybe my soulmate
however that is only the bait
for it doesn't want me to survive
even though it's not a right it can exercise
The murmur that is spoken of
never treads well above
a tone that only I can hear
cause there is nobody else near
Categories:
intrusive, anxiety, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a voice within my mind that never stops talking,
it is rattling and annoying and intrusive most of the time:
though, at times it speaks to me of random memories,
like the smell of grandma's cookies with hints of chocolate;
or the feel of my baby's soft downy hair.
But, there are moments when my voice is hateful to me,
telling me that I should do this or that now:
its voice rough, unfriendly, cold, yelling, and full of hate,
and I just wish it to stay quiet, depart, leave me alone;
then, it can be smooth and soothing.
At times, the voice is a whisper or a murmur drifting,
like the sound of music enthralling me to listen:
the air around me seems to smell like lavender scents,
and I hear the laughter of a little girl, me, as I run;
down a street of my past memories.
The voice invades my dreams at night disturbing me,
it says remove your fuzzy blanket and venture outside;
why, I ask, JUST DO IT, the voice yells loudly insisting,
outside in my dream, and put my hands in the snow,
cold, like stabbing me with a thousand needles.
The voice has no face, I have no concept if female or male,
is it a friend or foe, although, it can help me write:
most of the time it makes me feel sad, it is seldom positive,
I have tried methods to push it away, but it creeps back;
guess, it is just piece of me.
When it is just chattering away with negativity,
I shout at it (was that a real yell) to go away please:
and I imagine it whimpers and crawls away for a time,
only to return with its intrusive low voice in my mind;
on and on, but, I am not listening today.
Categories:
intrusive, sometimes,
Form:
Verse
I've lived in many a home on the east coast but I've never until recently had encounters with a ghost. Some times in my bedroom I can clearly see, a dark form move about and then abruptly flee. I am generally quite brave and rarely feel afraid, just trying to understand why my space it chose to invade. What am I supposed to do? Whom do I petition, to finally rid this place of my ghostly apparition? I offered it space, to "live and let live" but it climbed in to my bed, it's intrusive. Could some one please advise me? Please hurry and be quick. I've heard that burning sage just might do the trick.
Categories:
intrusive, 1st grade,
Form:
Light Verse
In the name of 'equity' and 'inclusion'
Female athletes suffer Biden's incursion
Backing transgender males in their competitions
~ destroying female athletes' ambitions
Categories:
intrusive, bullying, political, sports, women,
Form:
Couplet
the sick images of my mind
have twisted my perception of reality.
perhaps i will never wed, never sleep.
become a being of dusty pages
and tired sighs,
feeble like a withered tree.
perhaps i will forget beauty.
see suicide
in subway stations
and broken childhood
in a pair of safety scissors.
perhaps, if i let them win.
but i have always been stubborn.
Categories:
intrusive, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
A knife on the desk
"To be or not to be" says
The intrusive thoughts
Categories:
intrusive, 9th grade, conflict, deep,
Form:
Haiku
Dark ramblings play in my head
trying to snuff what was declared;
knots of words litter hazy thoughts
on bite of evening as I plead for silence.
But a litany of defenses intrudes my space
as I blindly look up, framing a starlight
to assuage this deep tug of anguish,
where own feelings are not heard,
barbed thoughts grating, welling
each time you explode...unaware
of my need for some respect-
Yes, I may be a woman used
to bold commands which scar me
like a wounded, street animal
reproached without familial fairness--
yet only you must bear the consequence
when I free these hands, screaming
back until we both bleed.
.
Categories:
intrusive, conflict, words,
Form:
Free verse
A day so fine, no ills on my mind,
then it's late and angst lays me down
those rude intrusive thoughts
those bruising, bad night thoughts
They come at night, enter my head,
when out the light and prone in bed.
Lay me down with my brain's views
and intrusive soon fiddles my pillow.
Nighty, my sane fights madness
that night covets as a faved toy.
My good is erased, my sleep chased
when in bed dread slaps my face.
those rude intrusive thoughts
those bruising, bad night thoughts
Categories:
intrusive, angst, body, dark, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
Written: June 07, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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The Phantom Choir
In the quiescence of last Sunday,
Prophecy heralded the hour past two,
I heard a whisper at hibiscus dawn—
a seamless voice I swore I always knew.
In blissful flutter—it said night was wide,
Chrysalis sorrow stirs a bed for fools,
that in the hush, when hearts collide,
The lost willows are left to wade in pools.
Facing the kernel until the street thinned,
And my shadow’s sepals bled away,
Rusted voice strings within me spoke again—
It's hymn frills poised for slow decay.
The Hollow Pact
Will I wake to descry my cracked mind,
emptied of all its sharpened teeth?
Will murky echoes break their binds,
Or gnaw beneath the sheath?
The alchemy battle sparks, but I am dust—
wispy strands, a soldier tied in flimsy chains.
Each idea erodes the periwinkle ones I trust,
while the weight of stress remains.
You graze me with a maze—why do I stand so still?
Resurrection of the soul—so why shake your hands?
But dread can have its way to fulfill—
The transcendence of love is lost in vicious demands.
The Third Mourning
Wise chakras buried beneath the walls I built,
the zen voice still scrawls its wordless plea.
It concedes my yantra’s vulnerability, my guilt,
peers where peacock pleadings wane into a spree.
It hums inside the tremors of sapphire light,
I close my eyes as it runs over lily-filled shorelines.
Bits of lunar-glazed silver dust grow in quiet nights,
and procrastinated pledges become lies.
In my dour dreams, it tells me not to resist—
“You know that silken shivers favor sound.”
Amid cyan azure peace, I learn misery persists,
for flickers of love fear the burial mound.
The Acoustic Waltz
In nocturnal dryness—sing soft verses in the dark,
claims the enamored inked words are not hers.
She plucks cerulean hymns without leaving a mark,
The tune of her carved kohl was lost in slurs.
She sways in the russet yarns of neon glow,
bows beneath the ricochet’s wild haze—
a phantom waltz in katabatic motion, moving slow.
a cosmic voice garden, too faint to truly be a maze.
Her pocket holds a ring of black gem glass,
won as a child’s dare, a piece of smitten ink.
She warms it, sighs, and watches it pass
through flaming flecks—hands that fight to sink.
Categories:
intrusive, bereavement, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
hi
polite
kind greeting
uplifting to some, but not to others
who find it intrusive, and invasive.
different feelings
not always
felt the
same
Categories:
intrusive, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Tetractys
Like unwelcome intruders,
it is in the stillness of the night,
intrusive thoughts come to plague us.
Like thieves sneaking in the dark,
they come without prior information
and without waiting to earn permission.
They often come as unexpected visitors.
giving a sudden jolt, leaving us appalled.
At times, they withdraw, before the wake of dawn.
but sometimes they settle in the heart,
dispersing a volley of dark and nagging thoughts,
all at once or flinging them one after another.
Like
little
flecks,
leaving burns in our hearts,
they consume us in flames.
With scalding heat, they make our hearts melt,
like the molten lava after a volcanic eruption.
They feed on us until all that’s left
is a handful of ashes or sedimentary rocks.
These thoughts eat away our vitality,
sup on our vulnerability
suck our life sap
and fatten on our gloom.
Like tenants, these intruders who haven’t paid
a single dime as rent invite our wrath!
Even under threat, they would never vacate.
Sometimes, they are so aggressive
making us go insane.
telling us to kill ourselves
or dash into the speeding traffic
or jump off a steep cliff,
bang the head on the wall
or with a sharp knife stab into the chest
Weaving sticky gossamer threads,
to ensnare all happy thoughts,
which come our way,
like ugly arachnids,
they arrogantly dwell in our hearts!
Categories:
intrusive, anger, anxiety, scary,
Form:
Free verse