Short Obsessively Poems

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Premium Member With extra caution

I guard my words obsessively
what is said can never be unsaid
~ heard not ever be unheard



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 2nd place 2025
Form: Other


Premium Member green tea with ginseng

green tea with ginseng
tasty but not crazy sweet
my favorite new drink

lovely thirst quencher
I drink six of them a day
obsessively hooked
Form: Senryu

Premium Member A Limerick For the King

I'm obsessively keen on Stephen King
His universe a fantastical thing
Christine's crimson shock
All things Castle Rock
The only debate: It or The Shining?

8/19/18
Form: Limerick

Chloe

CHLOE

Chloe chastised chauvinism
Hating hypocrites of opposing gender
Liberating her limitless femininity
Obsessively opposing male nuances
Emotively enticing heroism


Copyright© May 2013—Kim van Breda
Form: Name

Missing Out On Today

I'm pick myself up 
I say
as I'm walking through the rain
no looking back
I'll walk right through the pain
I can't have a foot in tommorrow
while dragging around yesterday
obsessively regretful 
and steady missing out on today
Form:


Premium Member Bad Rap

They really do get a very undeserved bad rap,
for being filthy. Can you imagine that?
The only other animal I have ever seen,
that comes remotely close to grooming itself as obsessively,
as does the common rat,
is maybe possibly the common house cat.
Form: Rhyme

Facebook

Forget that it's all sugarcoated
Accept that you can't quit
Censored, conformed and covered up
Egotistically you won't admit 

Because you'll never see how you're
Obsessively checking in 
Ordinary people telling lies to you
Knowing you never will win
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Labored Breathing

“After obsessively Googling symptoms for four hours,
I discovered 'obsessively Googling symptoms' is a
symptom of hypochondria.”     Stephen Colbert

LABORED BREATHING

cough is heard - a hack
that causes one to wipe brow
with thermometer
in creases of worry lines
hoping for sweat not fever

3/4/2020

Two Familiar

Treading together through Winter, somewhere
between Autumn and Spring, we discover
suspicions brought on by our untamed pasts.
We stopped running in packs, long ago
tidying up our wildness with commitment.
And yet, memories of
our actual nature
challenges truth and movements.
Each other’s prey and predator,
we obsessively fear what
could make us stray...
away.

Premium Member Diet Riot

You're not doing well,
  Ya gotta lose weight;
Keep track of every particle
  Of food on your plate.

Count calories obsessively,
  Go on diets galore;
Don't even eat jello,
  'Cuz "there's always room for more."

Drink water constantly
  Eight bottles a day;
That'll surely take
  Your appetite away.

Yet at the end of the day,
  When all's said and done;
You lost one whole ounce,
  Was that any fun?

Silence

They say silence is violence,
But it felt the easiest way to avoid yours.
I never knew how deafening the hush was to your ears.
But don’t think that when I’m quiet
That I am not speaking,
In my head I am on a tirade
That won’t stop for days.
See I learned what you did not,
To think before I speak.
It’s just I obsessively overprocess 
And lose my opportunity to tell you,
Eloquently,
What’s really going on.

You

you keep me at arm's length
you must like to be alone
and I keep obsessively checking my phone
you don't text you don't write
in fact, you don't do anything right
so why am I thinking of you morning, noon, and night
my friend's keep telling me
I need to see the light
'cause a man like you 
is never going to do right
I think it will be a cold day in Hell
before I find a man
who will respect me the way I like
Form:

Premium Member Deeds

What we collectively feel
Become humanity’s deeds;

Feelings are our reactions,
Predilections, preoccupation with -- 

Obsessively entertained seem~ paramount needs! 

The nurturing of good bodies

Or, piercing wars

Horrific blood-letting bleeds -- 

Deeds are the washout

Stains and cultivation's

What came after the seeds

Our generosities and greeds.

The soul of man demands

Seldom satisfied

While the spirit elevated pleads:

Enough! Mercy! Mercy!

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