Best Overthought Poems
Each of us live for the moment
As none are promised time
Not knowing which is our last
We make choices with that in mind
In life we bathe in beauty
Often to drown in sorrow
Paying the price with our tears
From troubles earned and borrowed
Immensely exaggerated caricatures
Overthought problems become distorted
Examining both sides of an issue
Inclinations can be easily supported
Of all of the powers we're given
Choice being the most distinct
Overthinking a problem is time wasted
Be objective but succinct
Every choice will lead to another
But our time quickly remits
The objective is to have a lot of fun
And leave little time to regret it
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories:
overthought, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
To what eyes may be wandering, and whichever ears; pressed on wooden walls to grasp little hushes, may be present. I would but casually invite, as to remove the tension. Which may or may not have been present within the times past, and due to come. It is at this moment, in which the occasion has arisen with such momentum, that I speak upon thee with such subtlety. Take due apology, and please retain the impatience you may experience within the monotonous approach that I impede upon thee. Nor pay heed of overthought to the contradictive hypotheticals I may divulge. Yet I feel if there is no true discussion upon the matter. If we, as minds of many, choose so as to neglect what lays at our harbors. Whom rises at our hilltops with the shining of the world's sun at their backs. We have done nothing less than give in to ill-natured minds of cowards. You have then chosen to rank yourselves within the vast oceans of carcasses in which our brothers and sisters occupy. Stench lay at your feet, rot lay there. Do not let your pride reside with it. The decay and disrespect which so heavily laden the ground. Our backs bowed by the cumbersome blows of defeat.
Categories:
overthought, community, power, society, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Argh resolution between
self and eldest
dear daughter more remote,
now then locating
a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
did deliberate smote
her upside the head, knocking
Eden Liat stone cold
in an abysmal trench
thus, this dada doth fear a mill
stone shaped albatross
around thy neck aye will tote,
where rotting bird
doth emit fetid oppressive stench
gloomily decry death asper,
paternal progeny blighted love
epitaph finis fate wrote.
Methinks (nee knows) marital infidelity
steep dividend warrant wrought
chances greater finding needle in haystack
versus pointless thought
exercise regarding deus ex machina sought
forgiveness ex post facto, rethought,
yet miracle needed, viz
twill require against overwrought
progeny's psyche mor'n
solo requiem Te Deum never sung,
hence no guarantee
father as overthought
against embarkation entailing,
nor divine chorus baptizing can nought
assuage besotted dada's flesh, handwrought
hence fiery eternal damnation
no gunsmoke match e'en gunfought
by Jesse James, no penitence
bequeathed only dreadnought
visa vis admitting how affair
kneaded joyus kindling brought
philandering husband discovered
emotional refuge (against spousal
epithet strewn expletive language,
whence mistress besought
similar sexual satisfaction,
and subsequent fallout an afterthought.
retrospective reflection stills nothing
more serious then slap on the wrist
while engaged (~ January 2010) with
nothing sinful 'bout peccadillo tryst
understandable wife got sorely pissed
on the sly behaviour the missus
blindsided, hence over
looked and missed
and figurative wedge
cleft asunder nearly kissed
our marriage goodbye
extra-marital romp illicit,
though we nearly came to fist
sta cuffs, where salty crude name calling
in conjunction with execrable
derogatory cussing contribution complicit.
Categories:
overthought, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Quietly
Without warning
It starts to rise
Like a ghost
It seeks your demise
In chest
Of peaceful being
It starts to boil
Sending her
Over the edge
Onto dry soil
Like dagger
through Lung
Unease is sung
By overthought Whispers
In brutal mind
The truth unwinds
No sense can be made
No words can be said
Only the red
That rises again
Like bull in the ring
Charging every moving thing
Being mocked
For its confusion
By onlookers
That don't see
Terror of not knowing
What lies beyond
The red drapes looming
Violently fighting
Mocking song
The dagger is turned
While within
Being set off
This unease again
Tears dwell not far off
Waiting for final walk
Ending down the wharf
Silently they whisper
Knowing she is reaching end
Their mouths move quick
Unable To understand
Silver fork-tongued devils
in for the kill
Calling the command
When she looks up
Ferocity is clear
In murky blue eyes
Where peace no longer dwells
Sombrely replaced by
Quick paced fear
Knowing
Awaiting
Final deafening shot
Finally to be set off
Click bang
She bolts
Not knowing where to go
Like animal in blind panic
Lashing
Biting
Aggression manic
Crazy confusion clanging down
Like chains of slave bound
Untrusting of any truce
She cowers in a corner
Nothing seems to soothe
the anger so violent
So bottled up within
now bursting
Destroying what once was
A peaceful being
Ruined at last
Categories:
overthought, confusion
Form:
Free verse
I thank the Gods that I can think
I'm so glad I have a brain
But often I do overthink
and feel closer to Insane.
I'm tired of these old thoughts
Come to haunt me in the night
Wasn't the pain when it happened first
Enough of a horrible plight?
No -- it needs to knead the pain into my skin
Until I feel like it's a part of me
Until I feel I can't erase the "sin"
Of doing what makes me happy
I'm so thankful for my intellect
But often, in the night,
Do I wish I could tell my brain
To shut off with the light.
Categories:
overthought, depression, life, sadpain, me,
Form:
Rhyme
When fear blocks your heart from seeing love,
It makes excuses and causes you to run,
Leading to confusion, you put yourself there,
The thinker overthought, yet he's so unaware,
Tell me who I am, yet your telling on yourself,
The mirror reflects back, putting the experience on the shelf,
His heart still pounds, his words are alive,
But pays too much attention to the fear inside,
He refuses to let his pride fall and open his heart,
His image is more important, so he lets it all fall apart,
Is he really happy with the decision he made?,
No, not at all...he drinks his life away,
Must we go through the vices of vicious torment and lies,
To find his heart drowning, still swimming for his life,
Sober fustration can't find the words,
For fear his heart won't be valued or heard,
The mirror with compassion looks better than the bottle,
Yet hes still swimming through the alcohol to get to the bottom,
Empty....
Categories:
overthought, feelings, heartbroken, lonely, lost,
Form:
Light Verse
By: Ckolwethu Mthethwa
For this poetry serves as my medication...
A Prescription I take so in my mind there can be a separation
Between what's real and my overthought delusions
Best part Is I can never overdose on these stanzas
My soul consumes them infinitely, still my body stands
For this poetry serves as my therapist
It knows my struggles and it shows me sympathy
It has mastered the skill of empathy
I come to it heavy with stresses,
but after a one on one my problem tank empties
Pop pills and heal your body, your heart and mind remain in turmoil
I turn a page, and allow my pen to spit at it the venom from my thoughts and feelings.
My breathing slows and the tension in my muscles eases
My brain quietens and my heart relaxes
Unlike the pills you pop
This poetry serves to heal the body and soul
Sedating me without risk of a seizure
Bringing me peace beyond measure
Making me stay calm under all this pressure.
Categories:
overthought, dedication, drug,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
the heart is grandiose
in proportion to the mind
(accidental overdose;
the life that was never mine)
the problem with people
is the overthought
the simple, magnified-
distraught.
Categories:
overthought, allegory, introspection, life, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
DIAGONALS
displaying
spirituality
once
obscured
&sealed away
death.
balancing
the bright
& bold
yet ephemeral
possibility
triggered by
events
&memories
discovered
&
considered
in
too fragile
occasions
with different
orientation
as
experiments as
in abstraction
conceiving
of self
realised
besides
intentions
of
modern mores
of correctness
notwithstanding
raw
primal
reflection
on the sublime
magnitude
so
overthought
Categories:
overthought, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I made another mistake today
I just don't know what to say
I swore i was going to be better than yesterday
I beat myself down as I keep telling myself pessimistic thinking isn't the way.
Forgive me Lord, I mutter
These negative thoughts form in clutters
What if I just suck, What if it doesn't work out
Somedays I just want to go to the ocean; Scream and Shout
I was told I am an overthinker
Turns out I am just overly anxious about life
I get overwhelmed, Life overstimulates me
And my thoughts have a field day with it
Sometimes words are my enemies
How dare they control my thoughts
But when it comes time to say how i feel to others, they disappear
Words are making me anxious
Maybe it isnt Words
Maybe its demons parading as my inner sobateur
The ones that cause self doubt and insecurities?
Or maybe its the demons that cause me to withdraw from society?
All of them make me anxious
Wondering what kind of woman I will be
What I would do, and who would still be in my life by then
I wonder what life will be like.
Anxious or overthinker
Maybe itss two different demons in one
And both exist in me
As I just sat here and overthought my anxiety.
Jonesy 2022
Categories:
overthought, anxiety, change, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
The boy cried, as his anxiety becomes his fear,
Yes, that boy, whom the world thought , doesnt shed a tear .
He was strong no more, not strong enough;
To face the rest of the pack,who believed he was tough.
What the people,the world, failed to realise;
was that ,he was a boy ,his heart wasn't ice.
He thought, overthought until he could think no more ;
For he had become the lion ,who couldn't roar.
The world said "You don't cry." "You are strong."
"You are a fighter."- and he proved them wrong.
"You're overreacting" "you're an attention seeker" "You dont have to be such a crybaby" is what he was told;
He became a misfit, an outcast, the lion who wasnt bold.
This went on for a day, by the week it was gone,
People became normal, though still the same.
As for the boy, he laughed, he loved, he lived ,he tried.
He became the lion, the world couldnt tame .
Categories:
overthought, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
I thought it’d take a mountain
A mountain moved and climbed
A thousand games of hide & seek
Before I’d ever find
The answer to the question
All-knowing, holy truth
Will I ever get over what happened
Will I ever stop loving you
It’s quite simple really
Too often overthought
By those who’ve loved
and those who’ve not
And those who wish they never had
There is no end,
Only evaporation
The love mists into false disappearance
But it is still there
Still lingering in every breath
For love is like oxygen
Fuel for the soul
Fuel for the body who will never be whole
Without their missing piece again
Categories:
overthought, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Not to stay nor to leave.
Don't you understand seeing you smiling ear to ear,
since I have said something stupid?
I overthought once and once more?
Weren't you grinnning ?
Grinning because I was funny?
Grinning because you found it amusing?
Am I amusing?
Or are you finding the situation amusing?
Are you thinking I am a dead doll?
Why can't you realize..
Haven't I specifically chase you away? By a head turn?
Why are you your hand raising?
You know my little brother is not thinking.
Tell me do you see my habit in him?
Waving and smiling? Saying hello with Red cheeks since being ashamed.
Have you seeing him saying hello?
Do you hear people saying we look the same?
Why are you recognizing?
You did not smile.
How can you be so rude to a kid and not smile back?
Categories:
overthought, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I thought
And overthought
…thought again
The thought
…was not the thought
That it had been
I pondered it
….and thought
…Why did I have that thought
…And when
Categories:
overthought, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Why can't I choose what I want my human to think ?
Why must I be the one working all hours of the day?
Constantly filling my drawers up with these clothes called thoughts?
Like now my human is typing everything that I'm thinking right now?
I must be dreaming or something...
I mean tell me this is all a dream...
My home has a lot of damaged things in it
Like from the very first break up... I have that memory posted in the back of my room
Like when my human overthought that math question
Why can't I empty out my trash can... I mean it's memories my human doesn't want to remember anymore...
Does my human even notice me?
I mean seriously...I get overfed with random thoughts every second of the day
Someday human I'm going to exploded and when I do you'll have one thing to say...
WHY CAN'T I THINK?
Categories:
overthought, anxiety, blessing, body, conflict,
Form:
Free verse