Best Obsessed Poems

Hate is an unnecessary need
in the book of necessities.
Love is the key component
within the book of obsessities.

Lust is an unfaithful guide
misguiding towards fake perceptions.
Sincere love...

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Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I...

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Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery) 

Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely, 
Sinister...

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I am a hoarder of antiquities,
offering longevity to ephemera.
Obsessed with an insatiable 
urge for accumulation
I fill every available nook 
stacking layer upon layer
of emotional possessions…...

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~TAKE MY MONEY ~

Crimson Joy, L'Oreal Lips, DOLCE & GABBANA eyewear 
Mascara from beyond LONDON Bridges
Like the pretty face found in front of Vanity Fair
What...

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By day she goes about
the weary business of her dreary life:
a housekeeper, bookkeeper, shopper, chef,
   chauffer for two active teens, and 
hostess of...

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[A Pleiades consists of 7 lines, each having 6 syllables.
The title consists of ONE word only (and that word will NOT 
be used again in...

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"Captive Deep Blue Je Reviens"





I walk beside you 
in your dreams,
you are always in me 
warm and pounding, 
twin heart, 
burning bright flame, 
beautiful addiction
captive...

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Oh, my brother..
I can see storms causing havoc in your eyes.
All you can do is stare,
seeking comfort from a tombstone.

Beautiful marble cannot reach out to...

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My art delights me, covers my walls.
Smiling, dancing, laughing magical beings.
Reminding me how much I love to choose colors.
Appreciated by no one as much as...

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I come in a pretty bottle 
But no I’m not a Genie
Yet I can promise big problems 
For a time will feel teeny

I’ve been called...

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Poems can be jubilant spring
Melodies caught, lyrics to sing
Hope's revival, heartbreak's surcease
The joy of ink-stained paper's crease
Reposing grace on summer swings

Cathartic burn - sweet biting...

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We Are All the Same
Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;
Hear them speak of lost friends.
At birth, you were cut from your bed,
Crying and...

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The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble...

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I once dated a pilot …
We both had our head in the clouds
Our relationship lead to a lot of turbulence - 
I guess it never...

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