Neuroses Poems | Examples

A Poet's Lament

  Inspiration has fled me
    Hard toil has bled me 
  Desperation has led me
    to my current snafu… 

  Frustration has fed me
    Neuroses have shred me
  No one has read me
    no one save you… 

  Here’s what I’m hoping
    That we’ll be eloping 
  Else there’s no coping
   ~ my life will be through

Life Aquatic

Take a breath, dip and glide. 
Letting silken water slide past me. 
Counting breathing, counting breathing. 
Nothing from my normal world can distract. 
Only my own neuroses, lack of confidence. 
Feeling I am holding people up. 
In the way, undeserved. 
Yet as I glide I concentrate only on
Counting breathing, counting breathing. 

The beauty holds me, forgives. 
Takes my tensions, and like ripples in a pond, 
Allows them to distance themselves, 
Weaken as they drift far and wide. 
The waves subsiding as my mind clears. 
Stillness and calm, despite the movement 
as I forge ahead, stroke stroke stroke breath. 
Water moving yet somehow solid. 
Supporting, encapsulating my body, 
Weightless as I am suspended, 
Fluid motion, equal forces, 
All working in perfect harmony. 
The perfect, pure pleasure of 
Being at one in the river of life.

Poetry In Time of Pandemic

FIRST - ACT I

                 stragglers,
                 mad of
                 pandemic...
                 introverts,
                 suffocated and
                 masked...
                 we livef
                 our neuroses
                 paralyzing...
                 no antidotes
                 no shelters...
                 only poetry in us
                 comforts like hypnosis
                 the body and soul
                 in symbiosis...

Naked Coffee

Neuroses become elated 
that high cannot be deflated;
Lusty infatuation 
without distraction;
Coffee’s running around naked.

We Do Not Speak of Love

We do not speak of love.
Philosophies entwine, bridge and bind
The careful space between us.
We do not speak of love.
A fingertip might sometimes touch;
If it lingers, who can count the time?
We do not speak. Our eyes
Ignite the atmosphere!
We seize, we hold, we lie together
Kind to kind, fear to fear;
We rise, pull some words around us
Of physio-chemical attraction,
Neuroses interacting
We do not speak of love.

Lost and Found

Lingering longingly, lost love laments
Obstreperous outrage, overintense
Sorrowful solitude, sad, sluggish since
Tumultuous tantrums, terrible, tense

Amorous affections ambivalent
Nerve numbness nearing, now needs nourishment
Dissatisfied, disengaged, discontent

Flaunting flirtations, furtive fleet flashes
Overt optimist, outsized, outlandish
Unlimited upside, unwound, unselfish
Normalcy now, no neuroses nightmarish
Dazedly dreams, delights, daringly dashes

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First Place Winner
For the My Lost and Found Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
Written 03/17/2022

Antipodes

everything is a grand illusion
and from far away it's strange to see
the way they interact with cutlery
what phases of the moon influence their neuroses
and the rituals of self-destruction
which in every way resembles ours
they also believe in lowering the sidewalks
in the consumption of vegetables for a better life
nails grow the same
here and on the other side of this lie
we're tired of the same games without wins
trying to unravel molecular structures
not knowing how to tie shoes
there on the other side of the world
are the ones we could have been
subjugated by the same plastic gods
chained to health plans
hateful obese oily
swallowing this life's recycled oil
that we wanted without pain

Choosing To Heal

Sittin’ here just getting’ high-
Sharing stories between us guys

Am I dreaming sweetly or in a nightmare?
Does it matter?
Do I care?

I don’t need redemption or anything else-
I just want to learn to love myself!

Escaping reality & conquering fears 
have dulled some neuroses over the years

so much to give...so much to feel
No more eluding, I’m choosing to heal!

Come take a trip with me to a place we’ve never been
where we’ll create a world of holiness mixed with sin

Love and Hate, Peace and War – they all will be a part-
No exclusions or divisions is how it all will start

We’ll be crazily informed with our freedoms all intact
The government can kiss my ass-
There’ll be nothing that we lack!

It’s there for the taking so don’t be confused-
Join me on my journey, to hell with being abused!
____________________________________________

I don’t need redemption or anything else-
I just want to learn to love myself!

so much to give...so much to feel
No more eluding, I’m choosing to heal!


Kim Hilliker, 9/18/21

Marvelous Monkeys

What I love about Star Trek isn’t the plots or even the characters, It’s their casual, daily use of fantastic technologies (think replicators) - for them, the ordinary. It mirrors our own banal use of magic-like wireless, google searches and air travel.
We are marvelous monkeys.

I’m a teenager. I am new and agog - Jesus, I have a lot to learn. How are the many marvels that elevate our lives actually made? The millions of cars, the fuel distribution systems, our skyscrapers. Who thought of all this?
We’re marvelous monkeys.

We can almost cheat death - I saw Marilyn Monroe on TV last night. It wasn't the real her - of course - just the image of her purring sexuality. The her without the messy adopted-child neuroses, chemical dependencies, loneliness and deeper longings. But it's early days - her DNA is lying around here somewhere.
We’re marvelous monkeys.

A Baby Cries Deux

A 
Baby 
Cries,
Demanding, 
Emphatic,
Forming, 
Growing,
Having 
Intelligence, 
Joy, 
Kindness, 
Love.
Mounting 
Neuroses, 
Outrageous 
Propaganda,
Quickly 
Remove 
Simple 
Truth,
Unleashing 
Violence- 
Wanton, 
Xenophobic.
Youthquake 
Zeitgeist!




February 25, 2020
Abecedarian Contest
Caren Krutsinger, sponsor

A Baby Cries

 
A Baby Cries,
Demanding, Emphatic,
Forming, Growing,
Having Intelligence, Joy, Kindness, Love.

Mounting Neuroses, Outrageous Propaganda,
Quickly Remove Simple Truth,
Unleashing Violence- Wanton, Xenophobic.
Youthquake Zeitgeist!






***
December 11, 2019
F F I series 33 a to z 
Brian Strand, sponsor

Create a Character Contest

(Going Batty - original title)

Yes…
It’s me squeaking.
I know that bats only squeak when they are excited,
But Man!
You are a pretty exciting occurrence!

I do understand…
Most bats can’t hear you, you know,
But 
I 
TRACHOPS CIRRHOSUS
Have no such neuroses.

You really take pictures,
Write a book?
I’ll pose for you
Eating a frog.

Oh!
Oh!
I’m not ‘your little Microchiroptera’
And I’m NOT going back to the lab with you.

Men!
They’re all the same!
And I thought that one
Was a different species altogether…

Example posted for "Enter your own competition". 
1) I have thought about entering my own previous create a character competition, so I made the competition title my poem title.
2) The required form was dramatic monologue,  so I attempted to use that.
3) The quality I was striving for was humor. 
(Did I succeed? The reader can perhaps judge better than I can.)

A Psychiatrist Said To His Patient

A psychiatrist said to his patient,
“Your neuroses are still only latent.
   But what’s becoming acute,
   And makes that point moot, 
Are your psychoses, which are all very flagrant.”

Postmortem Observations On a Very Old Cat

You wore your neuroses
Like badges of Honor:
A Non-Apology creature,
- Like certain Candidates I know -
Never a trip to the Vet's;
I valued the flesh of my arms too much -
Never outside;
Except to eat grass
Throw up inside,
Despite it all,
A life stubbornly lived
Into profound old age; 
Most spent asleep.
- This is your legacy; of which I'm sure you were perversely proud.

Thus, one day
After 17 years of pure existence
You passed on while climbing the stairs.

Maybe one day I'll follow,
Slipping away between
My lower and upper worlds;
Halted midway between Past and Present.

Maybe we'll meet one day in the middle,
Old friend;
Never think no one grieves for Thee.

Precious, Precious, Symbiosis

for years, your hungry maw had fed
on salty tears and blood I'd bled
you suckled without thought or rest
on milk of kindness from my breast

you chewed upon my weaknesses
and slurped them up for sustenance
clasped tightly like a foul remora
you sucked me dry and howled for more

and yet, in knowing all of this
I held you tightly as aegis
the better to distract me from
the ugly beast I had become

the cloak of your unceasing needs,
diversion from my own foul deeds
from true compassion to contempt
til finally love's beyond exempt

precious, precious, symbiosis
sadness, sickness, sweet neuroses
stilted, stunted, siamese
dearest, deadliest disease

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