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 is the pioneer
in overcoming deceptions.

Love is that perfect song,
which reminds you of mother's lullabies.
The aroma of an elegant rose,
attracting butterflies.
Picturesque...

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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 took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know...

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It's funny
How did a computer
A silly computer
A flat screened computer
Become my obsession?
I wake up
There it is
Waiting
Begging 
Inticing
"Turn me on"
"play with my buttons"

I look at the bright screen
Remembering the Poltergeist warning
"Don't go into the light"
But it's so pretty!
I'm sure I'll be alright 

Eyes see
Pupils dilate
Pulse quickens
As...

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I’m noticing the seeds I like to buy
are running out in flavor “Nacho Cheese.”
They’ve got sunflower seeds in Ranch, but I
require my nacho cheese ones. Geeez Louise!!

I look it up on Google and I find
they’re selling out. I run to every store!
They’ve got that dang...

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I can be tempted from penning
         the sun and the bird songs call to me
      I want to sketch and paint a scene
         and...

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I wash my hands, I wash my hands, I put on a shirt, make sure it is right,
I adjust my tie, it has to be straight, I look in the mirror, it is straight!
I turn around, glance at my back, I polish my shoe, it...

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I am obsessed with poetic words

     that haunt me all day long

             leaving my hands ink-stained black

and smudges on every page of my poetry journal

    ...

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AGAIN…

I find myself drawn to you and ask myself, WHY?
WHY AM I SO OBSESSED WITH YOU?????

I search my soul, looking for an answer, but none comes. 
There seems to be no rhyme or reason whatsoever for this COMPULSIVE behavior.
Yet!  Knowing this doesn’t seem to...

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Staring into an empty sea-blue Picasso.
Winking,blinking and greasing my wet nose,
Trying to discerpher the rune in my upper 
torso.
To see, if I shall for once, think strait.

Then upon my thoughts, I sat;
Thoughts of her; and of her.
Thoughts, that once sufficed the brute, I was,
And of...

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Adrenaline pumping, I watched brave Spartacus 
take his last doomed stand against Roman oppressors.

Eyes misting with tears, I reached the climax of
a beautifully choreographed West Side Story,
where a modern Romeo and Juliet tale plays out in gang-filled NYC.

Also in the 60’s  I sat through...

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Yes, I'm obsessed,
blessed,to be woken by the sunshine
peeking in my window, 
touching my face as I lie in bed,
it tells me,
"Good morning sleepyhead, time to start the day." 

With happiness of life still running through my veins, 
aches and pains, I smile knowing I am...

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OBSESSED ABOUT VISUALS


How time grows quiet and immensely spent
When a dab of mixed hues ignite the embers,
That  hands dip into oils, a livid intent 
 As brushes splash the grass and wildflowers
While etching a  landscape of trees on bowers,
Contoured forms intoxicate  down...

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Obsessed with Words

A poet is a wordsmith shaping lines
like a blacksmith bending metal pieces
into works of art and functional tools.

Poets are blatantly obsessed with words
That are selected, rendered, assembled
into verse, like a composer strings notes
or an artist who combines daubs and strokes
to craft paint on...

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This hunger artist cannot read 
volumes of printed material fast enough 
to satiate an immense appetite 
and unquenchable thirst 
to acquire learning from 
the millenniums gushing fount of 
cumulative chance revelations, 
(or deliberate intent to validate 
a premise vis a vis via 
private investigative research),...

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Please allow me to try and explain about my spirit host
That dwells within my skeleton like ghost
It is torn between creation and evolution, a curse
Existing on the periphery of life and an obsession with the universe

It time travels me from heart to soul
From deep within...

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