Obsession Poems - Poems about Obsession

He was a canvas...a beautiful sight, An expanse of white, so pure and bright. Not like the moon that graces the night, Nor like the clouds that drift in flight Unlike anything else... but like a swan Engraved in chiffon. My feet drew towards him, Each step etched in the dim, Crystal chamber of love. My fingers traced him, Stroking with hymn...

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His confession: He used to have an obsession... He saw her as a shining superstar, and believed she was good, not bad; The infatuation he had nearly drove him mad. When he opened his eyes and looked inside He found it wasn't as beautiful as the outside, Once he discovered who she truly was she didn't seem the same to him anymore. Admittedly, he was...

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ART! He painted my death, With such dedication I've never seen before. Every stroke of his brush, on that paper, marking out each curve, twist, and turn my body made As I writhed in pain. Premeditated murder, or a death masquerading as suicide, or perhaps just an unlucky soul. My hands on my throat as I choked to death, He didn't...

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I trace every move you make, I trace every note you breathe. But you're a Mozart in disguise How could I ever compete? Blind with tears and rage, I compared myself to what seemed bulletproof, All while my doubts built up inside, Forming an invisible bruise. I tried to be more like you Though I knew it was no use. I swallowed all your words, Like...

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In the stillness of a soft-lit room, where whispers dance like fireflies, our breaths entwine, the air thick with unspoken thrill, a tender hesitation lingers before skin meets skin, warmth igniting in quiet anticipation. Fingers, fumbling yet eager, trace the curves of new terrain, a map yet to...

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Satan GHOSTLY haunt dirty men He looks like a GOSSAMER adviser He is not found in GRAVE so man may rest in peace Satan for sure loves GODFORSAKEN places Satan followers shall have GRIEF-STRICKEN end because of loss and deprivation GROANING is main result of opening gate for Satan to comes in and obsess...

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You arrive like the first word of a language I didn't know I was born to speak— the way you bite your thumbnail when you're lying, how your keys jangle three times before you find the right one. That Tuesday morning glance splits me clean: before you, after you. * Your laugh tastes like the last cigarette I never smoked— bitter and necessary, the kind of harm I'd choose twice. I follow...

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photography is an obsession of mine love taking snaps by design the capturing of moments that align my passion for chasing sunshine and seeing how its beauty imitates the divine AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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"The painting is her. Her ruin, my hunger. Every stroke on the canvas carves her deeper into me. I own her screams now." I don't mind saying the ing word now. I’ve been an *******— it doesn't ing matter. The painting on the wall taunts me, staring, silent, brutal— reminding me of her. Of the way she smiled before I crushed it. Of the...

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Run it deep, run you words through me, You make me feel right, I still recognize myself to be the wrong guy cos I'm still in doubt. The sky is bright in the dark, o my god look at that, Aren't you the reason for bright days and night that I have? Making me to relax, feel good and...

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The chaos in my heart Won’t allow for anything less Than feeling love amplified Heightened, magnified, buzzing Intensity to the extreme To care for is to cherish To want is to yearn for To miss is to crave I don’t love, I consume I encapsulate and devour I envelope and obsess My soul cannot bear the thought Of living without love...

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My mouth loves ice, it's all so nice, I'd hunt it down at any price. I'd suck it until my gums go numb, Chew on it, even if it breaks a tooth or two. ...

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Ah! shipmate obsession with blonde pleasures but treachery’s buried in treasures feminine gold a flute a lyre voices honey dipped in danger temptation burns Hades flames on sunset waters sea-devils those she-devils salty tear sweet ooh songstress sisters just a taste a kiss on lips that set fire to desires with song my sailor’s appetite hungers...

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Deep Painted in me to absorb the Maze OF you pure endless desires ...

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Buying was an obsessive hobby of hers She was an avid collector of stuff Her house was filled with unopened boxes She stacked them to the ceiling and used paths Most of her new things were never unpacked Left for distant relatives to discard after her demise...

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